The Heart of Old Menjakaka
4. Om handsome
"Are you called Citra?" The heavy voice of the adult man sounded so crisp in Citra's ears.
The girl who was already sweating coldly rounded her eyes wide, as she clashed with the man who was now standing facing towards her.
'Astaghfirullah .. Is he Steven? Is he my future husband? Is she the old virgin that Dad said was 35?'
The image was amazed with a look of admiration, he really did not expect if Steven was a very perfect man. Not like his imagination.
His body is tall and strong. His skin was white, his nose was pointed, his hair was pitch black and the most admirable of the man was his two dimples. It was very obvious when he smiled at her.
That smile seemed so sweet beating the honey. It feels like of the many men in the world, Steven can be crowned the most handsome man in his heart after Danu, his father.
'Really Dad said, he looks like a Korean Oppa. Why did Dad just tell me now that he had this kind of business partner? No need to wait for tomorrow, now I am very ready to marry her.'
"Miss."
"Aah!" The image flinched in shock as it felt its shoulders clapped by Gugun. His claps were soft but enough to make him aware of all his daydreams.
"Ih! Why does Om always surprise me? My heart's gonna fall!" berang Citra while glaring.
"Miss why daydream? Ayok. I'll leave Miss and Mr. Steven alone."
"Who is daydreaming? Not really." The image shook quickly. With a still nervous feeling and a pounding heart, he slowly walked over to his chair, then carefully landed his buttocks and looked towards Steven who had sat down first.
"What Oppa .. ah I mean Om. Has he been waiting for me for a long time? I was in the toilet for a minute." The image smiled awkwardly while tidying up her hair. Not messy actually, it's just that right now he's misbehaving.
'What did he say? The opa? Do I look like a grandfather?' Steven gave a quick glance at Citra, and frankly she also dislikes being called 'om' even though she deserves it.
"I just came" he replied in a flat voice and a soft nod.
Before long came a female servant while pushing the trolley table. He was the same waitress who escorted Citra to the table.
He provides two dishes on the table containing beef steak, fries and vegetables for Steven and Citra.
"Good fun." The waiter bowed politely and then left.
Steven removed two buttons of his suit, then held the fork and knife that were on the tissue next to the plate.
"You got beef, right? It's cow steak." Steven asked at once. Slowly he split the meat and then devoured it. "Why bengong? Don't like?"
Steven looked dumbfounded to see Citra who had been gawking towards him with a slightly gaping mouth.
The image immediately realized, since then he continued to look at because he was fascinated by Steven's good looks. Immediately he folded his lips tightly, afraid that his already stagnant saliva would fall.
"I like it the same Om. Om handsome."
Degh's!
"Like me?" Steven's eye brows are linked. "Why did you suddenly say that?" Face tangents. Strange enough, why did the girl who had just met him directly blatantly say like?
"So instead of Om asking why I was dumbass? No likes? That, right? Yes I said, I like the same Om. Oh handsome, I want to be Om's wife."
"But I asked about food." Steven lowered his gaze towards the plate. And that makes Citra's face red with embarrassment. The girl misunderstood.
"Ah, hehehe ...." Overcoming the awkwardness and embarrassment, it was better for him to laugh a little. Although it sounds strange. "I guess Om asked about the feeling, not the food. I love steak."
The image takes a fork and knife while pointing at the cut of meat. But strangely when cut the meat was hard and he himself looked troubled.
'This is meat what stone? Why is it so hard?'
The image is getting harder trying to cut it. But instead of being cut, the meat was thrown towards Steven. And what was more surprising was that it hit the glass containing the green drink until it spilled on Steven's shirt, then it fell and broke on the floor.
Prangs!
Steven's face looked red and stiffened, it seemed like he was angry. But he held her and stood up.
"Please make one more serving, but the meat is cut into pieces." Steven said to the male servant who had just walked up to his desk to clean the shard. Then after that he just left Citra. From the direction he walked, it seemed like he went to the toilet.
"Oh, how is this? Looks like Om's handsome is mad at me." The face of Citra instantly pale. He remembered Steven's red face, and it made him feel bad.
Citra quickly took her cell phone, then called her father in the hospital.
"Hello, Dad. Lusty!"
"Why what?" Danu's voice looked surprised.
"So that handsome white Om shirt spilled juice because of me. And it seems like he was angry, how is this? Will she not marry me?"
Wasn't he the one who insisted on not marrying her? But why now he is just a drunkenness and afraid if his marriage will fail.
"Wait a minute ... Who is that handsome guy?"
"Of Steven. It's not your own dad who says he's handsome, is it?"
"Oh yes, that's true. Have you met him?"
"Gee!" The image crunched in annoyance. "And I told you his shirt was spilled, which means it was clear I met him, Dad."
"Oh, yes. Right too." There was a sound of Danu's ruckus. "Continue apologizing, right? Where is the guy now?"
"I'm sorry, but I didn't answer. And now he goes to the toilet."
"Oh so. Yeah, just wait for him to come back, keep apologizing again. Do you know each other?"
"Yes, Dad. People returned. I'll tell you when I get to the hospital." Image quickly turned off the phone when he saw Steven walking towards him. Then the flat object was put in a bag.
"Let's end the night, shall we? I don't have a change of clothes either" Steven said, staring at his wet shirt on the front. Even unexpectedly his pants were also wet, maybe it had hit the pants as well.
"Ah yes." The image nodded quickly. "It's okay to go home, but I'm sorry. Not angry, right?"
Steven smiled sweetly to the point of displaying his dimples. Instantly the melted image was made. "No, does the food want to be taken away?" bargained for.
Imagery shook. "No, I'm full."
"Have you eaten before?"
"Not yet, but seeing the smile of Om .. I was full," he said with a shy smile. Maybe he was flirting with a man he said was a grandfather. Looks like Citra is already in love at first sight.
Steven did not respond, for him it was just a joke. He also invited her to leave. "Let's go home, let me take you home."
***
On the way to ride the white Lamborghini sedan car it feels so quiet. Maybe if it wasn't Citra who first opened their voices, they wouldn't have talked until the car got to the hospital.
"I want to ask you something the same. What exactly does Om like about me?"
Degh's!
Steven rounded his eyes wide, then turned his head towards him.
If it was at the restaurant he thought of Citra's words as a joke, but now it sounds strange. It's a question that needs an answer. He can't just ignore it.
'What did this girl say? When did I say I liked it?'
...Very clever si Citra, just also met 😏...