My Love is Docked at Om-om
Meet Om Bima

Imel was confused how to take clothes in Bima's car. His cell phone number is not. Contacting Wulan and asking her was akin to humiliating her for asking for a male number first. And worse it was Om Wulan.

Coming to the house of Oma Wulan will certainly be much inquired by Oma Wulan. Imel also took a long breath. Imel got up from his seat and decided to take a shower first.

While Bima once reached his home and will take the paper bag that was brought from the boutique was confused why the paper bag became two. And once seen it turns out the contents of the dress and Bima just realized if it was a paper bag owned by Imel.

"God! Why forget." Mumam Bima's.

Bima also entered the house with two paper bags of his and Imel's. Bima greeted Mama and her Papa who was relaxing in the main room.

"Where was Bim?" Yunii.

"From Ma's boutique. Get clothes for the Wulan show the day after tomorrow." Milky.

"Two paper bags?" Yunii.

"Well! Ja. Bima go in first Ma." Milky.

Yuni looked at Bambang her husband. While Bambang only shrugged both of his shoulders. Arriving at Bima's room looking for Wulan's mobile number.

"Hello Om?" Wulans.

"Lan, can you ask for your phone number?" Ask Bima directly without stale bases.

"Wulan Team? Who?" Wulans.

"Imel." Bima said half a whisper.

"Immel? What was? Why did Om suddenly ask Imel's number. Naaa... Do you really like him??" Wulan Temptation.

"God! Nope. This Om want to give the paper bag he left behind in the car Om." Milky.

"Well, how can Imel paper bag be the same Om? Hayoo, you're done ngedatein?" Wulans.

"Eh, no. I asked for his number. Cepetan Om wait." Said Bima and immediately closed the call.

"God! Who the hell is this not polite. It makes it again." Gerrick Wulan.

Wulan immediately sent Imel's phone number. Bima frowned when she received a chat from Wulan who sent her mobile number on behalf of Anas. Bima also contacted Wulan.

"What else is Om?" Ask Wulan.

"You're it. Ask for the number Imel if you send the number Anas." Milky.

"God! Oh again dapet. Angry mulu. Yes, that's his name. Anastasya Imelda. So Wulan is the same friends who like to say Anas." Wulan.

"okay." Bima replied, turning off his phone.

After getting the phone number Imel Bima also sent several times to contact him. Bima finally contacted Imel. Several times the call had no answer from Imel.

While Imel after taking a shower saw there were some calls from the new number. Imel scrunched his forehead remembering the number of who contacted him. Imel tried calling back but there was no answer.

"Whose number is it? Well, it's important maybe amoe a few times nelfon gini." Imel Gumam.

Imel set himself to rest. The matter of the dress Imel decided to think about it again tomorrow. Because today he needs to rest because the day was quite tiring for Imel.

Bima looked at her phone when she finished from the bathroom and saw a call from Imel. Bima immediately contacted him again. Imel who was preparing to sleep was startled by the sound of his cell phone ringing.

"God! Who the hell. Look out for it doesn't matter." Oceh Imel on his phone.

"Hello." Imel.

"Hello Imel." Call someone from there.

"Yes. Who the hell?" Ask Imel jutek.

"Five."

"Whose five?" Ask Imel.

"God! Just an hour ago I forgot." Milky.

"Forget. Holy hooch! Wulan's mom, huh?" Imel.

"Yes." Yeah." Milky.

"Well! Mercifully. Om, paper bah I missed in Om's car. Sorry I was careless." Imel suddenly said.

"Yes. That's also why I called you." Milky.

"Well, yes thanks. Sorry to bother Om. When can I take it, Om? Tomorrow can?" Imel.

"Tomorrow I'm in the company. Can I take it to my office?" Milky.

"Hm... Can Om. Send me the address, Om." Milky.

"alright. Yes, I closed it first." Milky.

"OKAY. Uh, wait...." Imel.

"Why?" Milky.

"Hm... Nothing Om. Good night Om." Imel.

"Night.." Milky.

The call was cut off. Imel can breathe a sigh of relief finally her dress can be taken too. In the hospital Imel's work is not too crowded. Imel can go home faster and head to Bima's office.

"Sorry, have you made an appointment before?" Receptionists.

"It's Mba." Imel.

"Owh! Then please let me take it." Receptionists.

Imel also followed the steps of the receptionist to enter the elevator. Imel just kept quiet and didn't ask much. Arriving at the floor to the receptionist only asked Imel to come out not with him.

"Please ask the receptionist who is there." Show the Receptionist.

"Owh! Thank you Mba." Imel.

Imel stepped out of the elevator towards the reception desk again.

"Siang Mba, I'd like to see Mr. Bima." Imel.

"Are there any promises?" Receptionist 2.

"It." Imel.

"Please. That's Pak Bima's secretary." Show Receptionist 2 to a sitting man.

"Thank you." Imel.

"God! Want to meet Om Wulan aja really complicated ampe in layers like this care. Huhhhh.. I was just asking Wulan for help gini must be the story." Inner Imel.

"Sorry Mba, how can I help you?" Ask Secretary Bima.

"I'd like to see Mr. Bima." Imel.

"Sorry to know your name?" Secretary Bima.

"Imel."

"Sorry for a minute." Secretary Bima rose from his seat to the room Bima.

Imel just kept waiting. Until Bima's secretary returns. Then Imel was asked to enter the room Bima. Imel entered and did not forget to thank Bima's secretary.

"Hi Mel's. Let's go in." Milky.

Imel did not reply Bima's greeting. His face pouted then sat in the front seat of Bima's desk.

"Huh! Really Ribet Om want to meet Om only." Imel Protest.

"Hm... Why?" Milky.

"Yes just want to meet Om continue to take my dress & dikanin everyone wants to meet who? Have an appointment yet? From where? Dissent... Bummer. Where Om my dress." Saying Imel nagging.

Bima smiled looking at Imel as he was sulking at his lover.

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you call me. I can wait for you in the lobby." Milky.

"Where do I know if I want to meet this Om seribet. Wulan is also the owner of the cafe but Imel can meet Wulan directly." Knit Imel again.

"Yes. Again I'm sorry." Milky.

"Yes. Yes already. Where's dress?" Pinta Imel's.

Bima also rose from his big chair to the sofa in front of his desk. Imel's view followed Bima's steps. Then Imel rose up when Bima was already holding a bag that allegedly belonged to him.

"Gaun Gw's..." Sambar Imel on the paper bag in Bima's hand.

"Other times be careful." Milky.

"Yes Om." Imel.

"Sit. What do you want to drink?" Milky.

"Eh, I want to go home, Om." Imel.

"Why rush?" Milky.

"I just want to take this with me." Point Imel on the paper bag in his hand.

"Aren't you tired of the journey to my room?" Bima Goda.

"God! What is the same Iw. Why do I ask him to stay here. And why do I see her here even her face when sulking is so adorable." Inner Milky.

Imel seemed to think and then sat on the sofa. Bima raised next to her eyebrows saw Imel sitting on the sofa.

"It's so Imel wants orange juice with ice cubes overflowing with rice padang." Pinta Imel relax.

"Padow rice?" Milky.

"Yes. Do you know rice paddocks?" Imel.

"Or." Milky.

"Keep why again? I'm the same thirsty laper Om. Go home from the hospital and keep coming here not after lunch first." Imel.

"Eh, yes. I'll order it for a while." Milky.

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