Secretly Loving You's

Ch 21 - Rumors

DEG

My heart stopped beating. My eyes were with the darkest eyes I had ever met. Eyes without expression.

"Morning," said the hoarse voice.

DEG ... DEG ... DEG ...

My heart's getting faster and faster. Makes me immediately cover my chest. Worried, this man before me could hear it.

Ah, bare face too he still looks handsome. So this, the morning wake-up picture with him? Looking at his handsome face and hearing his hoarse greeting. How happy the woman who became his companion ....

"Past get ready. Half-eight of us should be in class." The tall man stood up while stretching his body. The movement made his arm muscles bulge.

"Other times, don't go to sleep everywhere" he said as he walked away. It left me still staring at that wide back. Trying to digest and examine what just happened.

I turned my eyes around. Trying to remember what happened. I was on a large enough field. In front of me, there was a bonfire that was almost extinguished.

It didn't take long, I remembered everything. From the roommate who didn't come, fill in an embarrassing chat, to ending up spending the night with Mr. Armand.

So, all night I slept on Mr. Armand's shoulder. Any more?!! This time in the open. In the middle of the field that anyone can see. The same mistake I repeated again?!! Holy jeez!! How many times do I have to embarrass myself!! How many times has Armand seen my bad side?! It seems like my veins have broken and are no longer left!!

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The first day of training is filled with in-class material. The participants are directed to enter the hall that has been provided. The rectangular shaped space was quite spacious. In the room, there are eight tables, each table surrounded by six chairs.

At each table tucked branch nameplate, so that participants will sit according to the signboard listed. Shame makes me not want to see Mr. Armand. But what power, that guy I can't avoid.

It was proved. When I was looking around for a table that read 'KCS Jember', the man was sitting there. Wearing a navy slimfit shirt, with dark grey subordinates who print their long legs perfectly. Hair neatly combed. Lips tightly clenched with sharp eyes. It looks stiff, cold and untouched. It's different from the picture I saw last night.

Mr. Armand looks busy staring at the tablet. I took time to get closer. Waiting for the other participants who were with us to come. That said, I avoided the possibility of us sitting alone.

A few minutes later, I saw the chairs begin to be occupied. Surprisingly, Mr. Armand put the notebook and mobile phone in the chair located right next to him, so that no one occupied the chair. Within a short period of time, four seats were already filled. There was only one empty seat left.

Moderators began to take over the event. Ask attendees to enter the hall immediately as the event is about to begin. I was forced to enter the room and go to the chair that was provided. Of course I can guess, which chair I sat in.

"Sorry, I'm late." I slightly bowed my body. Put your palms on your chest while slightly lowering your head.

"No, Mr ...."

"Hem." No more conversations. The man was busy with his tablet. Showing indifference to my arrival.

I tried to get along with the other chair occupants. It turns out they are from the Kediri and Surabaya branches. It consists of three women who occupy positions as back office and supervisor. And a man who served as HO, just like Mr. Armand.

Those women don't care much about my whereabouts. They look indifferent. Their eyes were focused on one person. Of course it was Mr. Armand.

It is undeniable, among all the male participants in the hall, the figure of Mr. Armand looks the most prominent. He has a perfection that is not owned by other men, so it is only natural that his existence gets more attention from the opposite sex.

Among the three women, one woman was seen showing her overt attraction. He shifted the chair near Mr. Armand and tried to get him to speak intensely.

Mr. Armand looks indifferent. Not poking anything. He remained focused on scrolling his fingers on the tablet screen.

"Yeshaattchii!!" A sneezing sound was heard from next to me. Seeing Mr. Armand sneezing, made the woman shift her chair away and put on a mask.

"Mr, flu?" ask me while handing over the tissue.

"Hem." He took a tissue and rubbed it on his nose. "Who's wrong."

"Who? S-me?"

"My hands are also numb." Mr. Armand massaged his arm. I don't know why, I feel Mr. Armand did it on purpose to make me feel guilty. Even without him acting like that, a pile of guilt and shame has filled me.

"Holding your heavy head all night ...."

"Sir!!"

Be late. Four other participants heard it. It was visible from their faces. Confused expressions turned to surprise when they reached a conclusion. Rumors will be circulating!!

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