Dear Om Rey
Chapter 1: Meet Om Rey

An online motorcycle taxi dropped me in front of a house in an elite area. I looked at the house carefully. Real nice. The house was large, but not as big as the houses beside it. But if viewed from good or not, the house is not just good, but very aesthetic and beautiful.

Of course, the husband of my aunt who inhabits this house is a famous architect.

I pressed the bell beside the gate of the house. There was a sound from the intercom next to the gate.

"Who?" I heard the voice of a man.

"I'm sorry Danisa, Aunt Manda's niece." My word.

No more words were heard, and suddenly the gate of the house opened.

Wow, that's very sophisticated. I thought. Let's just say I'm a little hick, but indeed in my home area which is a simple house complex, not big and luxurious like housing here, no one uses such a fence.

I also brought my suitcase into the courtyard of the modern minimalist style house. As soon as I entered the courtyard I was even more stunned.

The exterior design of the house is different from others, artistic, and very unique. The garden, the carport floor, also the layout of the doors, windows and even the lights, all become a very pampering combination of the eyes. I'm sure it was all designed by my aunt's husband.

I heard the door open. Suddenly I was engrossed in admiring the exterior of the house turned towards the main door. A 30-year-old man in house clothes was standing there. Yes, he is my aunt husband.

All I know is that he's Reyhan Panca Kusuma. A very handsome and kind man. He also comes from a well-known and wealthy family. All I heard was that his family still had blue bloodline descendants from the old nobility, the Kusuma family. Our family, which is an ordinary family, is certainly very honored and lucky to receive his proposal.

The Kusuma family has a family business in various fields. He is the only family member who does not continue his business because he wants to pursue his dream of becoming an architect, which he can achieve now. He is clean strong, wants to be independent and live from his own efforts.

That's a little bit of information about the man I call Om Rey, who I knew when I knew him five years ago, when he was about to marry my aunt.

For a moment he was silent. I was confused by his look. He looked at me deeply and deeply. Then I cleared my throat, intending to wake her up and then smiled kindly at her.

He woke up from his daydream. "Can?" It seems unsure.

"Yes, Mr. Rey. How are you?" Sahutku friendly.

It seems that Om Rey was a bit surprised to see me, because we last met when I was 13, when I was still sitting on the Junior High School bench. Now I just graduated High School and will start my life as a student.

Five years ago when I got married, my aunt and her husband moved to Japan. They have only been back to Indonesia for a few months. And all that time we never met again.

For a moment he was silent again looking at me with that gaze again, fixed and deep.

"His aunt is there, Om?" Many finally.

Om Rey is awake. "Manda. Please come in."

Her office? My aunt is busy. It's already 17:00, and he's still working.

Then I was in the living room of the house. The interior of this house again amazes me. I unconsciously circulated my eyes to all parts of the living room that blend with the living room, kitchen, and also the dining room, the style of modern homes today. The house is quite spacious and very comfortable.

"What do you want to drink, Dan?" Suddenly Om Rey's voice broke my daydream.

"No need, Om. Thanks."

I honestly feel bad just being with Om Rey in this house. I don't see anyone else but us.

"Why? Tell me, you want tea, coffee, milk?" Asking Om Rey is like trying to make me feel nothing for her.

"White water, Om. Thanks." Thanks." Finally said.

I sat in that living room chair. Before Om Rey brought me a glass of water, I got up and received the glass with both hands.

"At the drink, Om." I said as I gulped down the white water.

"Yes, please." Rey is sitting in front of me. "What did you ride from Bandung?" Ask pleasantries.

"Train, Om. From the online ojek messaging station here." My answer.

"Well, Om can pick you up at the station."

"It's okay, Om. Scared of nicotine, afraid that Om Rey is busy or something." I still feel disinclined by him.

"Om not busy anymore, right. You can see for yourself, alone. You work longer than Om. He usually leaves the house around eight or nine, but he doesn't come home often. So Om's fine even if there's something Om can do."

Aunt Manda doesn't come home often? But Om Rey said it was as if it was a normal thing.

"But still, Om. I don't feel good." My word.

Then we both fell silent. The atmosphere became so awkward.

"You're really Danisa who was five years ago the tomboy, right? Do you like karate and play ball games or adventures?"

My face is red. It would be a shame if I remembered the times I was still a Junior High boy. I used to be very tomboyish, preferring the game of men over women. Only after entering High School did I start taking care of myself.

I laughed clumsily. "Om Rey still wants to."

"Yes, it's about Om pangling so much with you now. You've changed. You're so pretty now."

I was stunned to hear that. It feels awkward to be said to be beautiful by a grown man like him, especially he's my own aunt husband. But because it's not good, I say. "Thank you, Om."

We went back silent, awkward.

"Come, Om show me your room." He broke the silence as he got up from the sofa.

I followed him who walked closer to the stairs, pulling the handle of my suitcase. Om Rey approached and grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

His hand accidentally touched my hand.

As I watched his shoulders rise and fall, his breath roaring, his eyes staring back at me. He stepped closer to a distance of only a few inches from me. The other hand came close to my face, but as it was about to touch my cheek, it stopped.

Immediately I pulled my hand and averted my eyes.

"Ehm. Let Om take the suitcase."

I just fell silent, digesting the incident that just happened.

Om Rey turned around and started climbing the stairs with my suitcase.

I didn't follow him and stared for a moment at his back, which continued up the stairs.

'Om Rey's attitude, really weird?' Thought.