Secretly Loving You's

Ch 10 - What Happened to My Mind?

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?" I coughed. It feels like choking on its own spit.

"Can I come in, sir?"

***

I was in that room for about half an hour. It was actually quite awkward and nervous, but the guilt was much greater. I made a confession. Of course with the teary eyes I was trying to hide.

Mr. Armand looked at me with an illegible look. And responded to my confession with just a line of words, "Other times more careful and thorough again."

Finished saying that, I was told to continue with the work. I don't want to get out of the room.

That afternoon I continued the work with a feeling of gratitude as well as gamang. I swear to myself for the negligence I have done. Promise not to repeat.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Haidar came to my desk.

"Arsha, can I take you home?" Without the babibubebo, he immediately said that. I looked at him confused. My mouth is open, ready to reject his invitation ....

"Arsha, this file was inputted today." Mr. Armand came with a stack of files in hand. He put the file on the table. Two grown men stood in front of me. It didn't move from there, as if waiting for an answer.

"Ah yes sir, I will do it today," I replied as I stood with a slightly bent body position. Satisfied to hear my answer, Mr. Armand immediately passed without greeting Mr. Haidar who was also there.

"Sorry Sir. I still have a lot of work. Can't go home yet ...."

"Whose waters are you?" Mr. Haidar checked the files on the desk. "It can still be pending. Can be inputted tomorrow-tomorrow. The guy can only meet a few more days," he said.

"Let's go home. Some days you go home the night away. Sometimes come home on time."

"I'm sorry, sir. I have to work on it. I was also picked up by my parents, so there is no need to be escorted, sir" I refused.

"What kind of rule would let his subordinates overtime continue. Yeah, maybe next time." He passed by while grumbling. Seemed dissatisfied with my answer.

Mr. Haidar quite aggressively sent me a message. I don't know what that means.

Mr. Haidar has a height of about 175 cm. Her stature was firm with curly hair. A sharp nose with slightly large eyes. A thin mustache and sideburn adorned his face, while his lips were slightly voluminous. Typical face of straying. My guess is that he's almost the same age as Mr. Armand. Probably late twenties.

Unlike Mr. Armand, Mr. Haidar is a friendly man. Lots of smiles for everyone. A typical man like him, more precisely served as head of operation than Mr. Armand. Why would I say that? Because the operational division prioritizes customer service and satisfaction. That means sued people who have a flexible nature. Non-rigid. While Mr. Armand, more suitable to lead the lending team. The rigid and domineering carrying will make the debtor reluctant if they have to delinquent installments.

Although flat-faced, stiff and speaking as necessary, but somehow I trust Mr. Armand more than Mr. Haidar.

From the bias of Mr. Haidar's eyes, looks unusual glint. She was charming, but I felt uncomfortable. I don't know, I don't understand my feelings either.

Come to think of it, I feel safer being with Mr. Armand. I don't know why I feel Mr. Armand is trustworthy and non-threatening. Though judging from the posture, should Mr. Armand be more threatening.

***

"It's over?" Mr. Armand suddenly appeared while I was tidying things up on the table.

"Eh, yes. It's Sir."

"Let's go home."

"Bec ...." He walked first, I followed him, like a chick following its mother. I looked at his straight back.

Since this morning, my view of her has changed. I'm not going to call him 'Stiffy Uncle' anymore. I'll just call 'Sir God. Because he became a god of help. There is a stiff god like him, isn't there?

"Where do you eat?" ask again, once we have reached the banking hall.

"In front of sir" I replied, pointing at the highway.

"What food is there?"

"Come on."

"Huh?"

"I haven't eaten either. Just be it." The man immediately left. I don't want to, I followed him too.

Along the road Gajah Mada is filled with street vendors. There are different types of food there. The eating system is Lesehan. That is sitting on a mat that is held on the sidewalk.

"Is there something spicy?"

"Em, if you ask for a spicy message, it will be spicy sir ...."

"What did you eat?"

"I am nasgor ...."

"Yes, I'm nasgor too. Which wagon?"

"That's Sir." I pointed at the yellow and green cart. Without much questioning, he walked ahead of me. I followed him again.

One more thing I know from Mr. Armand. He likes spicy food. The fried rice is filled with mashed chilli, sliced chili and whole chili. He ate it as if it was not spicy at all.

I like it spicy enough too, but not spread it. One or two peppers are enough in each of my meals.

As usual, we ate in silence. I tried to focus on my food, just pretending to focus, because in reality he was still gripping me.

After fifteen minutes without a word, we finally finished our dinner. He stood up first and approached the nasgor seller. Seeing the indications to be read, I followed along.

"How many do I have, sir?" I asked while reaching for the wallet.

"It's been read by her husband Dek." The words of Mr. Seller Nasgor made my face red.

Duh, why do you think Mr. Armand is my husband? Are we fit as a couple? That means I'm pretty, huh? Pak Armand is handsome, though stiff as a dry kayak kanebo. Duh, why is my mind going anywhere?

"Ah, b-he was my superior sir. Not my husband" I said. Quickly do the trick while staring at the face of Mr. Kaku, uh Mr. God as usual, flat. Hah, it turns out that I'm the only one who feels confused and happy.

Whats?? I happy?? Considered to be Mr Armand's wife I'm happy? What's wrong with me? Why can I be happy? Is my brain out of my mind?

"W-what was that, sir? I paid for myself ...."

"Don't embarrass me. Let's go home."

"But Mr ...." Mr. Armand has walked away. Not bully. I followed him again.

Even just walking he looks handsome. Wide shoulders with clay shoulder muscles printed in suit. Both hands are put in the pants pocket. His thigh muscles look very sturdy. Walk with confidence. And b*bagnya ....

Argh!! What the hell am I thinking? Why would a virgin child like me be able to pay attention to a grown man with this much detail?! What's wrong with my mind? Why be a pervert like this? Holy jeez!!

"Lho, where are you going? Your car is over there." I pointed at the Xpander Silver parked in front of the office, while Mr. Armand walked in the opposite direction.

"Let's hurry."

"But where are you going?" ask me after I caught up with him.

"Take you home."

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