Dear Om Rey
Chapter 10: Perfume

The days keep passing. It has been about a month since I became a student. I've been living in Om Rey's house for a month. Every day I leave with Om Rey. I always go home to work, too. Every day I feel closer and less distasteful to the husband of my aunt.

I feel comfortable. He really is like my father's replacement.

While Aunt Manda, rarely come home. As I recall, he only went home twice in these two months. It was just to bring her clothes and then leave. But twice Aunt Manda came home, Om Rey seemed to not care. Aunt Manda who came to the house like she was not considered by him.

Sometimes I don't understand adults. How could they live in such a marriage.

That afternoon as usual Om Rey picked me up from work. I got into the passenger seat and greeted him. "Hey Om handsome." I used the seat belt. Yes, I no longer hesitate when addressing him as 'bull'. It was like a habit for me.

"Hey, you're leaving?"

"Yes, Om. Go straight to the Mall!" My spirit. Om Rey's car just joined the other cars on the street.

"Want to buy Om because of the new payday. True spirit." Goda.

I chuckle. "Yes dong, spirit. I've been waiting to find out, Om. Want to buy food."

"Why?"

"I want to thank you Om because all this time I've wanted to be repotted with me. Thanks a lot, Om." Sincerely.

"It's weird that you're talking so seriously, Dan."

"Ih, speaking seriously instead. Really know, Mommy also thank you very much Om because even though Aunt Manda jatohnya like nelantarin me, but Om still only nampung me at home Om. If not I have to find a boarding place to stay while I am in Jakarta. Not to mention the cost of eating. Because I live with Om I so no longer need to think about eating the same place to live. Then my salary can be used as a snack if on campus." Light is long.

"Om the one who thanks you for staying at home. The house is not empty. There is masakin. Every day you don't need to buy catering anymore. You always make Om breakfast, lunch, dinner, not to mention delicious snacks. It's obvious that Om is staying at home, Om has a personal chef."

We chuckle. "We're symbiotic mutualism that's it, Om."

"Yes really. That's why you said to Diana, her son in the right hands. Om must take care of you and catch you until you graduate, or after you work, or until anytime, Dan. You can be at home."

I looked towards Om Rey. During this month he often said such things. He often expressed his gratitude because I was in his house.

"Seezeneng Om is I at Om's house?" I asked unconsciously.

Om Rey glanced at me. "hey are. I told you, Om so have a personal chef because of you."

"Personal unpaid chef." My canda.

Sontak Om Rey. "Yes, yes, too. How much would you like to be paid?"

"Paid the same.Watch a movie can be like Om."

"Watch? Sure you just want to watch?"

"Yes. Now there's a new movie I really want to see, Om."

"Yes, we've eaten watching. How's it?"

"Seriously? Not busy, though? Didn't he say there was a project?"

"Yes refreshing is okay, dong. This is weekend."

"Yes, deh. It's so fun to watch!" Sumringah.

It was not long before we arrived at a Japanese restaurant. We enjoyed some Japanese dishes. I know it's pretty expensive, but I think it's worth it because I really want to thank Om Rey. She was so nice to me.

After the meal I immediately headed to the cashier to pay. But suddenly Om Rey handed over her card.

"Of! I'm the one who wants a deal!" My protest.

"Paid the same to me, Ma'am." Said Om Rey to the cashier. "It's okay, Dan. The food here is good. Salary you mending you aja or you use instead of eating on campus, treat your friends."

We got out of that restaurant. "But Om, I've been intending to buy Om." Said disappointed.

"You have the intention of a treaty Om already very seneng. Thanks, good boy." Om Rey broke my hair.

I'm still pouting. I finally gave up. "Yes already. Because Om doesn't want me to buy anything, now I want to buy something." I pulled Om Rey's hand and started walking around looking for something I could give her.

Until we arrived at a perfume shop. The store is quite classy, belonging to a well-known brand. I started trying some scents that roughly matched Om Rey's personality.

I accidentally saw Om Rey talking to a store clerk. I approached him. "Om, if this one doesn't like the smell?" I handed him the paper tester.

"Do you like not to smell the same?" Rey asked me back.

"Like. It's fresh, cool, but macho, too. Same goes Om." My word.

"Well, I like it too." Om Rey handed the tester to the clerk. "Please this one."

"Have you changed the perfume, sir?" Ask the officer. "When it's been since 6 years ago Mr. Rey never changed."

Whahuh? 6 years?

"Search for a new atmosphere." Said Om Rey.

The officer looked at me in surprise for a moment. "Well then I wrap it up first."

"What did the officer mean, Om? Have you been in this store for 6 years?"

"Yes from before Om moved to Japan."

Rouse suspiction.

"Did Aunt Manda use that perfume for Om?" My guess.

Om Rey looked at me. He looks to be pinched. "Yes. Manda really likes to smell the same perfume Om who likes Om to wear. Never changed it. But now, Om wants to change."

"But how will Aunt Manda? Don't be Om. I'm not good."

I had no idea that this perfume turned out to be such a story. As much as Om Rey's love for Aunt Manda until the perfume that favored by Aunt Manda never replaced.

Om Rey held my hand as I was about to confirm to her employees that I didn't buy it. "Om won't wear Manda's favorite perfume again. From now on Om will wear the perfume you bought for Om."

I'm stunned too.

It seems that the words Om Rey imply another meaning. Whatdoes thatmean?