Tease Om Om
Syafira Worrying.

Victor sat in the chair. The sighting senses focus on the laptop screen letting Syafira just sit around. While Syafira tries to divert her sense of boredom to send a message with Aleta.

[Aleta, are you going to college? ]

[Yes, I'm leaving in a minute, are you on the move? ]

[Yeah, I'm leaving, oh yeah later something I want to ask is urgent! ]

[What about Om Victor? ]

[ Yes ]

[Good I wait, in the cafeteria before the first hour of class. ]

[Ok ]

“Syafira you leave at what time?” victor asked without taking his eyes off the laptop screen.

“Before Om, I have to leave.” The girl got up from her seat signalling to Om that she wanted to leave immediately. However, he had to meet with Aleta about what she was talking about with Om just now. One month, for one month he must decide to accept an offer from Om Victor to marry, or let the man marry another woman.

“Make me an es moccacino, after that I will take you to campus, Victor said.

“I can go alone Om, how after I make coffee, I take a taxi to campus fresh Om can take a break while drinking coffee made by me,” Syafira proposed. He really could not if he continued to be close to Victor; his brain was always frozen and made him not think anything.

“Are you rejecting my offer, have you forgotten, we are still in a contract pretending to be dating. And you, this is all because of your idea. I'm just playing my part as a good boyfriend.” Victor closed his laptop screen, then his bead looked sharply at Syafira.

“You make me a drink, and let me be a good girlfriend who takes her boyfriend to college!” seduce Victor with a lip gesture that makes Syafira swallow.

“Good Om,” replied Syafira.

Within five minutes, Syafira had already made the iced moccacino that Victor wanted. “This Om, drink it.” Syafira put the glass in front of Victor.

“Sit down, for a minute,” pinta Victor he grabbed a glass filled with coffee and sipped it slowly.

Syafira sat down and observed Si Om.

Glucose.

Honestly, he was always tempted when he secretly observed Om Victor. And so this time.

“I love your homemade coffee, and I would prefer if at any time you could make sweet coffee like this. Haah, wait I still have to wait for a month before you give me an answer.” Victor grabbed Syafira's hand and led her to sit closer.

“Om, what do Om Victor want to do?” syafira asked looking at the man with a watchful look.

Victor was silent, but the fingers of his left hand moved slowly to move the hair to the rear ear and immediately managed to make Syafira fixated.

“Om I have to leave now, or I bus it will be late,” Shafira screeches avoiding the gaze and grip of Victor's hand.

“I will drive you and I make sure you will not be late Sya, but at least let me get my right,” whispered Victor in the senses of the girl's listener.

“What I mean—,” unfinished Syafira says. Victor had already grabbed Syafira's lips. Smear and swallow it, slowly but very wet.

Then Victor broke down his kiss.

“What does this kiss mean Om, why lately Om Victor loves kissing me?” syafira Protest.

“This has nothing to do with my offer Syafira. I'm just animating my role as a pretend boyfriend for you, so you don't assume I'm trying to get you to marry me.”

“I don't think like that, Om! But I have to go to college now or I could be late,” Syafira said.

“Yes, I'll drop you off.” Victor moved from his seat. Syafira then walked on, following Om leaving his study.

* * *

“Om I'm down now,” Syafira said.

“Ok, spirit yes. Oh yeah, I'll go home later I'll pick up something I want to show.”

“I can go home with Aleta Om,” elak Syafira. He didn't want to go home with Victor. He just doesn't feel free. Yesterday, he was excited to be close to the Om. However, now that the Om is blatantly asking her to get married, Syafira's guts are shrinking.

“Since when did you hobby refuse my offer Syafria! Anyway, I'll pick you up. And if you're not here, you know what's going to happen?” threaten Victor.

“Good Om, I'll wait for Om here,” omit.

Then, Syafira immediately got out of the car. He turned his head and waved, before he finally entered through the gate and immediately went to the cafeteria where Aleta had been waiting for him.

From a distance, Syafira had seen the figure of her best friend waiting for her at the very end of the chair.

“Aleta dangar,” says Syafira stopped her footsteps. His breathing was short and fast as if he had been chased by a wild beast.

“What's up Sya?” aleta asked as she led Syafira to sit next to her.

Syafira held her chest to catch her breath before telling Aleta everything. “This is so bad Aleta,” Syafira said on the sidelines.

Two minutes passed, after drinking the orange juice Syafira was finally able to feel a little calm and ready to tell Aleta everything.

“Now tell me what is it?” ask Aleta. He glanced at the watch in his left hand. There's still fifteen minutes before the first hour of college starts.

“Begini, Om Victor—,” Syafira speech stopped.

“Yes, why and what's wrong with Om Victor?” ask Aleta curious.

“Om Victor, get me married!” syafira answered with great difficulty.

“What?” aleta's expression looked incredulous.

“Yes, Om Victor invited me to get married and gave me a month to think about it, how is this Aleta?” shafira lamented dropping face between her hands that were on the table.

Aleta held back a laugh. He and Syafira are both immature. If she becomes Syafira, Aleta will also be this nervous if there is a man who invites her to marry.

“Why are you laughing , Ta?”

“Listen Sya, relax yes, let's share –sama find the solution,” refer Aleta. He understood that it was his idea that made Syafira go this far.

Syafira nodded, listening to every word spoken from her best friend's lips.

“You love Om Victor?” aleta asked, although her friend had repeatedly said that she admired Victor Erlangga but Aleta asked again because she really wanted to know what was in Syafira's heart.

“Iya, I like Om Victor, I don't even willing him to be close to another woman,” Syafira said.

“then are you willing to marry him? Let go of all your dreams and marry Victor Erlangga? Are you sure, you want to be the next mother of Xavier at this young age of yours, Sya, even you are not yet twenty?” lang Aleta's. He supported Syafira's relationship with Om Victor, but not with early marriage.

“Yes I want to marry Om Victor, but I also can't forget my ideals and dreams. I want to meet one of my family members, so I feel not alone in this world.” Syafira's expression turned sad, she was eager to meet her grandparents.

“Lantas what is your decision?” ask Aleta again. They must immediately get out of the canteen or can be late in the first hour courses.

“Entai,”

“You have to think about it carefully Sya, let's go to class now!” bring Aleta.

The two got up from sitting Aleta paying for two glasses of orange juice in her message, and they walked out of the cafeteria.

To be Continue..