Dear Om Rey
Chapter 5: Getting Closer

My saliva came out looking at the steak that a waiter had just placed in front of me. I cut the edge of the steak and ate it.

"But very..." My comment continued to chew on the steak.

"If it's abisine." Om Rey took my plate and exchanged it for her plate.

At first I wondered why Om Rey swapped the plates, but when I saw the plates I was stunned. The steak had been cut into pieces the size of a fit to eat in one mouthful.

"Of..."

"Let's eat again." Om Rey exclaimed as she displayed her adorable dimples.

"Thank you, Om." I also enjoyed the first wagyu steak.

Om Rey is very considerate turns out to be the person, even though I only knew him closely yesterday. He cut up the steak so I could easily eat it. Absolutely the best Om!

"Oh yes Om, Aunt Manda when will she come home? That Aunt Manda still works in her old office, right, Om?" Askaqua.

Whether it was just my feelings or how, Om Rey's expression turned lazy.

"Yes still, really. Your aunt recently rose to office, because she managed a resort in Japan for five years. Their resorts are more rame. So he's getting busy now. Sometimes he did not come home because his work did require him to go to various branches of resorts in Indonesia."

"Payment..." Mumbles.

"This is your house of Om and your aunt. We are both busy with our work. Plus we have not been given momongan. Yes more late in each other's work."

"Five years old when yes, Om. Still have to try hard times, Om." I said encouragingly, while interspersing with a little joke.

"Do you know what is the same effort to have a momongan? Turns out it's a lot of ponakan Om this." Om Rey chimed in my jokes.

"That's not what it means." I was embarrassed to say it myself. "I mean tuh, Om the same Aunt will surely have a long marriage. I'm definitely looking forward to having a child."

"I really want to have kids, Dan. Om was 30 years old, and his mother Om was almost seven heads. He wanted to have a grandson from Om. But how else, Manda hasn't been pregnant until now." Sad speech.

I feel guilty for touching him. "I'm sorry, Om."

"It's okay, Dan. Why should you apologize. How are you yourself? Got a girlfriend?"

I chuckle. "Seriously, Om Rey nanyain do I have a boyfriend?"

"Emang why? Can't you please Om nanya?" Ask.

"By the hell, Om. But it's weird." I'm awkward.

"So, what's your boyfriend, Dan?"

I was silent for a moment. Did Rey seriously want to know? I guess it's just a pleasantries.

"No, Om. I've never been in a relationship."

"Then anyway? I don't believe."

"Seriously, Om. The guys at my school before I got scared first. I'm notoriously fierce and jutek about it." I said proud, but honestly I sometimes feel sad because in my white age, at all I never felt his name had a girlfriend.

"Well but that's Om Rasain you're friendly, really."

"He is the same Om I have to be friendly. I'll never be able to stay at home, Om." I chuckle.

That dinner was fun. I know Om Rey. He is a very kind and caring person as well. Once again I look like my father when he was with him, only Om Rey is more handsome than my father.

After our meal was over, we went home. Arriving at home I immediately arrange all the groceries in the kitchen cabinet and also into the refrigerator. It felt very satisfied when he saw the refrigerator was so full of various food and drinks. I've never seen a refrigerator in my mother's house full like this. So I'm so excited to be cooking tomorrow.

The next day I started cooking. When my food was almost finished, Om Rey came out of her room in a gym suit.

"Morning, Dan." Sapa O Rey's.

"Om going jogging first around the complex." Said Om Rey while wearing his shoes.

"Wish will it mean anything?"

"She for a minute, Kok. You wanna come?"

"Jogging, Um?"

"Yes." Yeah." He began to rise from his sitting position.

It seems nice and the air must still be very cool right now.

"I can come, Om?"

"Bby dong. Yuk, if you want to come along, change your clothes first."

I also removed the apron I was wearing. "Okay, Om wait a minute. I'll change first." Immediately I dashed to the second floor and a while later I was already wearing my gym clothes.

Then I and Om Rey began to run casually around the complex which is available jogging track there. The weather is still very cool, the sun is also still shining shyly. I ran behind Om Rey.

I was quite astonished because Om Rey has a body condition that is still as happy as it is. I who have often physical training to support my karate training is still less strong with him.

After about 10 minutes of running, I gave up. "Om... I'm not. I'm strong." My breaths. I piled both my hands on my knees while neutralizing my breath.

"It's cape again, anyway. Karate athletes are really loyo like this." Candanya.

"I haven't practiced in a long time, Om. Since the 12th grade I've stopped training because I'm focused on studying for the college entrance exam."

"Well, will you sit down first? Wanna drink? Buy it first if so. You wait here."

There was a stall near us. Om Rey bought me a bottle of mineral water.

I sipped it until half was finished. "Come, Om we'll go on again."

Then we started running again. This time I began to be able to compensate for my Om abilities. For a while I kept running around constantly behind him until somehow unknowingly my leg tripped and I fell down.

I screamed when I felt my knees hurt. "Om my knee is hurt!" I didn't lie, it hurt so much that even blood flowed from my knee.

"Are you okay, Dan?" Om Rey looks so worried.

"It hurts a lot, Om. There's a lot of blood!" I keep grimacing.

With painstaking care, Om Rey cleans the blood that comes out with a tissue that he carries in the pocket of the jacket he wears. "Hold yes. It's all right. Now you go up to Om's back. Let's go home so your wounds can be broken."

"But I'm heavy, Om. Keep Om's house still far." I really don't feel good if Om Rey has to carry me because it's really quite far away.

"You're skinny gini, not heavy at all. Om this is strong, Dan. Let's go up to the back. Or do you want to be carried in front? Come on, that's it."

Om Rey grabbed my back and behind my knees, but just as she was about to lift me up I shouted.

"No, Om. I was carried on my back." Reject me.

Finally ride me to the back of the field and strapping Om Rey. And without difficulty he carried me on his back.

After a few steps, I started to get busy with my thoughts. Om Rey smells so good. Has he taken a shower? Or does she use perfume when she is jogging? I am sure I like the smell. Calm and fresh. It fits perfectly with the personality of Om Rey.

"Om, thank you. Sorry I got to be so self-reported."

"It's okay, Dan. Don't you fucking point that out. Om 'kan... Oh you." I don't know why Om Rey paused that.

"Abis Om so have to carry me like a gini. My legs are really sick, Om. Not that I'm spoiled." I don't want Om Rey to misunderstand me.

"You're spoiled for o'm okay, too, Dan."