The affair of Om Tiri
Chapter 12

Davina Pov's

I sat in my seat so sure that the man was Om Dave. Because not only is my voice the same, the name is the same.

I did not dare to look back, even afraid when I heard the approaching footsteps.

I'd better duck, then pretend I don't know him.

The sound of footsteps stopped. From the corner of my right eye, I could see Om Dave's legs clad in jeans.

"It's nice to meet you Dave." Papa welcomes the friendly Om Dave. He is seen standing and walking towards Om Dave. I could only see her footsteps because I did not dare to raise my face.

My heart was beating so fast, afraid that Om Dave would talk to them after seeing me later. Papa's gonna be pissed if he finds out his daughter's going to a nightclub.

"You're very young but you've led the company successfully." Papa sounded to praise him.

"That's an exaggeration, I actually have a lot to learn from Mas Edwin."

I gulped, how could just hearing his voice make me uneasy like this. I wanted to see his face quickly, but I was scared.

"Davina, here baby," Aunt Sandra called me.

"Know it's Aunt's sister." Said enthusiastic. Same time Aunt Sandra introduced Farrel to me.

Looks like Aunt Sandra really wants me to be close to her family.

But I never thought, why should Om Dave be Aunt Sandra's sister.??

The world feels so narrow.

I had to stand up and raise my face slowly. I made a thin smile on my face, very thin because I had to resist fear.

I looked at Om Dave's face from a few feet away. He was also looking at me, but strangely Om Dave was just putting on a flat and relaxed face.

Is Om Dave not surprised to see me being introduced as his future step-nephew.?

How could he be so relaxed like that as if he had never seen me before.

"A, I'm Davina, Om," I said. I extended my hand after standing close in front of him.

Om Dave nodded slowly.

"Dave." He said and immediately withdrew his hand after shaking my hand.

"Just talk later after dinner, I'm hungry." Said Farrel who had been sitting next to Om Dave.

"Oh yeah, we should just eat right away."

"Come on Davina," Aunt Sandra grabbed my shoulder.

"There's a new kid, so forget the same kid himself." Celtap Farrel. I know he's just kidding.

"Not forgetting, but you don't want to be hugged by Mama anymore." Answer Aunt Sandra.

"I'm not a child anymore. Cuddling, it's not Mama's job anymore."

Farrel smiled meaningfully.

"Basic brat.! Just be careful if you mess around in New York.!" Aunt Sandra's pissed. I'm just dumbfounded, I don't know where they're going.

"It's not a boy if it's not naughty, Mah. Dave is too." Farrel said indifferently. He was not afraid even though he was held by aunty Sandra.

"Whisper you.!" Om Dave reprimanded Farrel while punching his arm.

"Damn it.! Sick Om." Farrel grumbling. Om Dave was indifferent and passed from there, so was aunt Sandra who took me and Papa to the dining room.

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Tonight's grave really makes me uncomfortable. I can't focus, busy with my whipping thoughts. The feeling of fear is increasingly enveloping, especially Papa and Om Dave looks closer after discussing business. Both are cool talking together. But I am more silent.

"Why dear.?" Aunt Sandra touched my shoulder. I have been sitting next to him since.

"Mama use everything. I'm bored, especially Davina. He knows how to talk about business."

I was asked, but Farrell answered. Even so, I agree with his words. Of course a little bored with situations like this, even though it actually holds more fear and anxiety.

"You see Davina, your sister always pisses Auntie off. That's why Aunt deport him to New York." Aunt Sandra smiled wryly at Farrel.

"Davina, you're not afraid to have such a cruel stepmother.?" Farrel.

"His biological son was deported, what else was his stepson." Farrel chuckles amusedly.

"Based on a brash kid." Aunt Sandra shook her head resignedly.

Aunt Sandra looks worried, maybe she's afraid I'll be eaten by Farrel. I was jealous of Farrel and his food. She must be happy to still have a mother beside her.

"No problem aunt, I know Farrel's just kidding." My speech.

"You want to talk in the back garden.?" Barat Farrel to me.

"Rather than getting bored here." Persuaded it.

I nodded in agreement without a second thought. Take a break at Aunt Sandra and get off the dinner table.

I deliberately didn't ask Papa for permission because I was still chatting with Om Dave. But as Farrel and I were about to move, I saw Om Dave glancing at us.

...****...

"Mama never said that my future step-sister was this beautiful."

I looked at Farrel with a frown. The man looked at me.

"Don't be so keen." My protest.

"It's not funny that a half-brother is dating."

I sat in the garden chair, on the side of Farrel who was also sitting next to me.

"Not funny, there's no ban either." Farrel said with a serious face.

I I smiled clumsyly, confused what to say.

"It's free to be able to do it because it lives in the house later." Say again. I immediately glared in shock. What does it mean to talk like that.?

"So serious." Farrel chuckled amusedly while shuffling my hair.

"I could be chopped alive with Mama if I messed with you." Seriously speaking.

"Not officially so your sister, already threatened not to be messy. Where told to take care of you."

"I thought you were a kid, it turned out to be this big." Farrel's eye bead pointed at my chest.

"You are rich, you don't need to be guarded" he said again.

"Oh my goodness,,!" I punched his arm.

"Why do you sit there." My protest.

"Relite. I'm just looking, not holding." Her chirps. I'm made gawking. It turns out it's true what Aunt Sandra said, Farrel always pisses off.

"Hold if you dare, I'm going to Aunt Sandra." My solute.

"Sure to say if held.? You're hooked later." Goda Farrell.

"Basar lizard.!" Om Dave's faint voice made Farrel and I look back. Om Dave was already standing behind us, staring intently at Farrel.

"Ah why come here anyway, bother me only you Om.!" Farrel grumbling.

"Mending you back to the dinner table, take care of your phone that sounds from earlier."

"At the lecture even a collection of holes.!" Grumpy Om Dave.

"What.?!!" At once Farrel got up from his seat and ran into the house with a panicked face.

"What hole Om.? Why is Farrel so scared.?" I stared at the astonished back of Farrel who was already away from sight.

"Little kids don't have to ask too many questions.!" Om Dave looked annoyed at me. What's wrong with asking.? I just want to know why Farrel was immediately scared just because Om Dave was talking about the hole.

"Where are you.? I don't think you survived until home that night." Flat talk.

"So Om nyariin me.?" My toot. One tap landed on the forehead.

"Iiihh, sick tau." I rubbed my forehead a few times.

"Gapain I'm looking for you." Keto.

"If Om is not nyariin, then why ask me where.?"

"That would mean Om nyariin me." Say sure.

"Forget it.!" Excited annoyed. He moved, but I immediately held his hand.

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