Tease Om Om
Arsyan Angry.

The next day Arsyan chose to skip college, the first hour. Not without reason, he wanted to go somewhere. No other and no he wanted to go to ARRA Mall.

One thing is for sure, he wants to meet Victor. And take the promise of the man! No matter Victor was older than him, no matter the man was richer than him. It is clear that Victor has reneged on his own promise to take care of Syafira.

Arsyan stopped his four-wheeled vehicle in the parking area of ARRA Mall. Following Aleta's lead. The young man moved to the second floor using the elevator, then contacted Kak Juna who was the secretary of Victor Erlangga. Must meet him at this time as well to give a calculation.

With Arsyan's right hand, he brought his smartphone closer to his right ear.

Phone calls are connected.

“Halo, sorry who?” ask for a voice across.

“Halo Kak Juna, this is Arsyan. Syafira's friend Segigis Aleta's. Whether I can meet with Om Victor there is something I want to convey,” Arsya permission politely.

“Arsyan?” lirih Juna from across the phone. “Awhile I asked Mr. Victor first, because not just anyone can meet him before making an appointment first,” Juna said.

“Good I wait,” replied Arsyan.

Arsyan waited without ending the phone call, until the next minute again sound Juna from across the phone.

“Halo Arsyan's. Get to the fourth floor immediately. Mr. Victor is waiting for you in his office,” tell Juna.

“Good Brother Juna I'll be there soon!” arsyan replied excitedly. He was impatient to vent his anger.

“You just wait on the second floor, there will be one of the staff who will take you to the fourth floor,” explained Juna.

“Good my brother is waiting here,” said Arsya. Then he sat in the lobby near the second-floor stairs.

Not until 5 minutes Arsyan waited, a woman who was a staff employee at ARRA Mall approached him.

“Is it true that you are named Arsyan?” ask the woman, who is in her 30s. He is dressed as a staff in general.

“Iya I am Arsyan,” he replied as he moved from sitting down.

“Then, follow me to the room Mr. Victor.” The woman, who was an ARRA Mall employee, walked the lead.

Elevator door opens.

They both went in. The transports in the building lead up to the fourth floor, where Victor's workspace is located.

“Mom can get back to work. I will come to Mr. Victor's own room,” replied Arsyan smiling kindly.

The woman smiled back, then walked back to her study. While Arsyan, he stepped foot to the place intended by the woman, namely the workspace of ARRA mall owner, Victor Erlangga.

With his right hand, Arsyan handled the door and opened it.

The door opened, and Victor was already sitting on the sofa. “So you came here Arsyan?” greet Victor who seemed to have been waiting for the arrival of the young man

Arsyan nodded, then stepped forward.

“Sit! We can chat casually,” bargain Victor pointed to the sofa next to him. Where he entertains his guests when he comes to the office.

“No Om I will not linger here, anyway I have to leave for college,” Arsyan pretext.

“All right then what made you come here?” ask Victor to de point.

“Release Safira. I don't want to see her crying anymore! And Om—, Om has reneged on Om's promise to keep Syafira. Here I have the right to ban Om. To approach Syafira again or to care for her. Now let me take care of him. I promise I won't make her cry like last night. As Om Victor did!” arsyan protests. He conveyed all the burdens that were in his heart. Trying hard not to throw a punch to the face of the man older than him.

“Wait Arsyan! I don't know what you mean!” victor Protest.

“Om is the one who made Syafira cry! Did Om forget, Om had promised to take care of Syafira. Coward!” Arsyan turned his gaze to the two beads of Victor's eyes, which were looking at him sharply.

Victor was silent, he admitted wrong this time.

“I assume Om doesn't want Syafira anymore. I assume Om doesn't care about Syafira anymore. So from now on just be aware that Om dares to approach Syafira. I won't stay silent.” Arsyan stepped one foot forward. Replying to Victor's stare more sharply. He turned around and left the man.

Victor's hands clenched. His emotions were provoked, but in retrospect he was jealous of Arsyan who could fight for Syafira without any obstacles. While he had to think about many things. Thinking of his son's heart, thinking of the company, and not being able to make Sapphira a priority in his life.

“God you okay?” ask Juna who immediately approached Viktor.

“Tell people to follow him if necessary find out all about Arsyan and his family. Another one selects the person who can look after Syafira, spy on her every move, and also protect her!” order Victor.

The secretary can only. Although thousands of questions and a sense of wonder erupted in his heart. Juna hesitated asking all of that. Afraid to ask about Syafira further.

To be Continue...