Secretly Loving You's

Ch 9 - Why Protect Me?

"I. I chose it."

It happened at the banking hall. It was a spectacle of the staff who were there. Moreover, when Mr. Armand entered the space. The atmosphere became silent for a moment.

No one dared to talk. There wasn't even any movement. It was as if everything had become stiff and mute.

The man stepped quietly. Entering the banking hall with high confidence. His sturdy and dashing posture increasingly dominates. His face was as usual, flat and unreadable. Making his opponent shrink just by looking at him.

His steps stopped once right in front of the interlocutor. Stares judging. Intimidating and threatening. The man was much shorter than him, so Mr. Armand slightly lowered his head to look at him.

"Mas Riefky, what's the matter?" A quiet, yet moving voice. The other person looks nervous. Repeatedly the two hands are cupped together and rubbed, the movement drives away nervousness.

"Em, this is Mr ... K-Yesterday I was in a dispute with the customer, because the block fund was taken. After checking it turns out ...."

"Want hours of service. We're talking about this in my room." The words of the man named Riefky were cut off. Mr. Armand circulated the view to the entire banking hall area.

"There's no spectacle here. Go to each of your desks, please" he continued. Without being told twice, the employees who were in the crowd began to disperse. Despite a lot of curiosity, but they held it back, because Mr. Kaku Armand had said.

Right now, only the three of us are left behind. My feet were stuck on the floor. Can't step anywhere. Puddles of tears rush to get out, but I try to hold back by gnawing.

This time, I was scolded in public. It feels embarrassing and painful. Even my own parents never scolded me like that. The words 'g*block' are ringing. Can't escape the mind.

"Come to my room. Call your lending head" he said without looking back.

They walked to the second floor. My feet were following them. It's my fault, of course I have to participate in this trial.

"Arsha."

"Yes sir?"

"You filed the disbursement file yesterday."

"Huh?" I'm looking. I did not dare to look at his face. Because of me, the relationship between HO and the head of lending has become problematic.

"I won't repeat my words a second time" he said. Then he opened the door of space. Tell Riefky to come in.

"But I need him sir." Riefky looked at me with a look of resentment and hostility that could not be hidden. I looked into those hateful eyes.

"Your business is with me. Your boss's business, with me. Don't link him. Login."

***

I sat at my desk with a gamy mind and circled around. It had been almost an hour the three people were in one room. No screams or the sound of broken things. They seem to talk like grown men.

A few minutes later, the door opened. I was otamatis standing up and put on a firm posture. Be prepared when asked to come in and be punished.

The three men came out of the room. Mr. Kaku with an unreadable expression, while the other two with tense expressions. They walked past me, as if I didn't exist. Then they went down the stairs, it seemed like they were going to the first floor. Don't know what they're gonna do?

I looked back at the file on the table. That's a file of last night's disbursement. Riefky only cashed out one customer that day so I could instantly know the name of the customer.

And true Riefky said. It's all my fault. I'm the one who inputted that customer data. The credit agreement is also clearly written about block 3 installments, but my careless hands only input once.

It's all my fault. 100% all my fault. But why am I not involved? Why would Mr Armand face him alone? Why would he protect me?

***

Two hours later, the group came back. Looks a different expression. From the lending team, his expression looked more relaxed. Even I saw a joke between Mr. Haidar and Riefky. While Mr Armand? As usual, his face was always flat.

They went back to their own rooms. Mr. Armand passed my desk and went straight into his room. There is no greeting or reprimand. Act normal, as if nothing happened.

The office atmosphere is back to the way it was. Each staff works according to their respective portions.

My mind is not calm. Sometimes I look at closed doors. Forward backwards. Whether you want to come to the room or not.

Half an hour later the door was shut. No orders or calls from him. Completely silent. Makes me feel more guilty.

In the end I decided to meet Mr. Haidar and Riefky. After all, they were the most disadvantaged in this.

I'm building mentally as strong as steel. Prepare to receive the next spray. My feet stepped into Mr. Haidar's room. The feeling of doubt came back. But the determination to apologize was greater, so the hand finally knocked on the door.

Just two beats, it already sounded authentic from within.

"Lake in."

I opened the door slowly. It turns out Mr. Haidar is not alone. There was Riefky and several lending teams there as well. My body's riveted. Doubtful. Into or out of space.

"Oh, Arsha. What's up here?" Mr. Haidar's voice sounded friendly. A warm smile fell on his lips.

I cupped both hands. Prepare to apologize.

"Em, yes sir .... The problem, I ...."

"There's no problem. Mr. Armand admitted it. He apologized to the customer. And according to PK, customers are also willing to return 2 installment blocks. Problem solved. What else to discuss?"

I was stunned to hear Mr. Haidar's explanation. Why is Mr Armand lying? It was not he who inputted the file, why acknowledged? Why apologize for mistakes that were not made? Why would you want to embarrass yourself?

"Ah, em, it's actually not him sir .... Actually I am ...."

"Arsha, if you came here to discuss the matter earlier, I'm sorry I refused you. The problem we consider is solved. We want a meeting. Can you ...." Mr. Haidar made a movement with his head. Code me to get out. I don't want to go out, even though I still want to explain a lot.

After Mr. Haidar's room, I went to Mr. Armand's room. Just standing in front of the door. Baffled. Either you want to knock on that door or you don't. My mind is still spinning. Thinking of Mr. Armand's attitude.

Why am I not involved? Why am I not being scolded and rebuked? Why do you want to embarrass yourself for mistakes you didn't make? Why would he protect me?

When I was walking back and forth in front of his room, suddenly the door opened. The person who is my mind is standing there.

"Arsha, what are you doing?"

***

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NB: Sorry to cut, tick it at 03.18 WIB. Mo tedor used to genk, 7 hours still work 🤭🙏