Secretly Loving You's

Ch 17 - We're on Top!!

I don't know, I don't have any face anymore!! How could I sleep on the shoulder of a person I like and wet his arm with saliva?!! I really want to hit my head against the wall. Maybe by doing that, I will amnesia and forget all!!

After that, I chose to remain silent. Covering your face with a mask. At least I don't dare look at Mr. Armand's face.

I was too embarrassed to stand in front of him and apologize, so I did the opposite. Stay away and be quiet. The nature of Mr. Armand who basically did not say much helped me a little this time.

For me it's very awkward and clumsy. I want to get to my destination soon. Separate from Mr. Armand and put my face in the pillow.

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Along the way, I just followed Mr. Armand without any intention of making small talk. From checking in to entering the boarding room, we kept quiet.

As I left, I became more nervous. This was my first experience on a plane. All this time, I was like a frog in a shell. More in town than out of town. Having very possessive parents is one of the factors. When the other friends filled the holidays out of town, I was just the opposite.

"Are you okay?" That baritone voice roused me from the daydream.

"Em, yes ...."

"You're sweating. Are you sure it's okay?"

I don't know in Mr. Armand's eyes what I look like. We were already on the plane. The voice of the announcement began to sound. Says that soon the plane will take off.

"Put your seat belt on." Too nervous, making me ignore that. The plane began to crash in the head. I gripped the edge of the chair tightly. Eyes closed tightly. Pray, may this not be the end of my life.

"The plane wants to take off. Put on the seat belt." I felt movement and a little tightness in the waist area. I told myself to peek. It turns out that Mr. Armand is putting my seat belt on!!

"Had," he said flatly. I tried to say thank you, but the tension made the word unable to come out.

A few seconds later, the plane began to move slowly. At first it was slow, the faster it got until it finally flew towards the clouds. In all of that process, I closed my eyes tightly while gripping the edge of the chair tightly. Breathing restrained, as if the oxygen stock had run out.

My head's dizzy. Stomach nausea. While the mind is heavy. I think I'll lose consciousness soon.

"It's okay. You'll be fine." Warm golden anchored in the hand. I subconsciously returned the grip and gripped it tightly, as if the hand was a rope on the brink. The ears were ringing and hurting, reminding me of the difference in air pressure. The shock felt more and more, making me panic.

A few minutes later, the shock was no longer felt. The aircraft is very stable and balanced. The flight attendant sound was heard again.

"Arsha, you can take it off, now." The steady pace of the plane, made me dare to open my eyes. The first thing I saw was a big hand I was holding or rather holding. Kulrik the owner of the hand. The sharp eyes looked back at me.

"Are you okay?" tanyakanya. I replied with a nod of the head. "Can you let go of my hand?"

"Huh?" I glanced back at our hands. Realizing that I had made a mistake, I pulled my hand quickly. "Akhs! S-sorry Sir!"

"It's, okay. You okay?"

"D-yes." I could feel my face burning. Cussing yourself. How long will I continue to embarrass myself? There has been no memory of the saliva incident, now coupled with the hand grip incident. Absolutely disgraceful!!

"Are you afraid of heights?" In response to that question, I nodded but soon shook my head.

"Arsha?"

"S-I'm fine sir."

"Is there anything you need?" I'm shaking.

"Drink your juice." Mr. Armand is pulling juice. Actually I was reluctant to accept, but knowing it would make Mr. Armand unsettled, I accepted it.

"I'm okay Sir. You can continue the activity ...." Finished saying that, I pretended to concern myself with reading the safety guide book that was in front of me.

***

For almost two hours the flight was filled with silence. Even when the plane has landed and the car's invitation comes.

I'm too embarrassed to talk considering my previous behavior. All I wanted was to get to my destination and immerse my head in the cold water. Refreshing minds.

In the car, Mr. Armand sat next to the driver, while I sat in the second row. The driver seemed to know Mr. Armand so the two began to converse. I used the opportunity to look around.

The capital city of Jakarta is very different from my city. The skyscrapers are scattered everywhere, as if in a race to reach the highest. Road area is very wide but followed by traffic density so it is not able to parse the existing congestion.

The sighting of the capital that only I could see on television could finally be seen in person. I'm amazed to see it!

"Arsha, our journey is still quite far away. You, rest."

"I-yes sir."

***

After a two hour drive, we finally arrived at the top. To be honest, I was quite surprised by the location the company chose. In my shadow, we will be placed in the company's dormitory. We will train from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon. Just like regular work hours. But the truth is not like that.

I know the company's purpose for training is for the introduction of new systems. What I do not know, why the training must be done at the top of Bogor?! Wouldn't the training be more effective when done in house? Why is it at the top?! Which in fact most activities are done outdoors?

We stand among the amazing natural scenery. In all directions the wind is seen neatly lined mountains. The top is white, covered in mist. While below it is seen a stretch of green tea gardens.

In some areas there is a white permanent tent/tent building scattered like mushrooms. The concept of glamping (glamorous camping). Offers a tent stay experience but with facilities not inferior to five-star hotels.

Again, I did not see any relationship of glamping stay with training held company.

Cold wind greets the skin. Wake up sensitive skin cells, until the cold comes ambush. It was late afternoon, but I couldn't help but shiver.

Spontaneously, both of my hands immediately hugged the body tightly. Hoping to reduce the cold that comes ambush.

"Wear this first." It happened so fast, that my brain couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, the thick jacket wrapped my body warmly.

"I'll take you to your room" said Mr. Armand, dragging my suitcase.

Ottok!! 😱 (arsha brain starts to wander)

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