Secretly Loving You's

Ch 25 - Outbound

Wind gusts infiltrated the crevices of the tent, making cold air come crashing out, piercing open skin gaps. The coldness made me pull the blanket and re-wrap the body. Protect from the cold, curl up in the warmth. Continuing a beautiful dream that can only be achieved in wishful thinking.

The sound of footsteps, humming and whispering, the friction of things, made me realize that the morning had come. The cold mountain air makes me reluctant to just get out of bed. The warm feeling given by the blanket is increasingly comfortable.

I pulled the blanket and wrapped the whole body. Back in the heat. Scenes of beautiful dreams flutter in the head. A wide smile slanted involuntarily as soon as he remembered that handsome face there.

Ah, if she likes me. Suppose he really is my partner. Suppose he became my husband ....

Conscious Sha!! Be aware!! Mr. Armand doesn't like you!! He is being nice because you are his responsibility!! Do not expect too much. And don't go to ge-eran!!

Realizing that made me wake up and look around. Reality is not as beautiful as a dream. It was not Mr. Armand's face that I saw, but the appearance of a quiet, empty tent room.

"It's just a dream" I murmured slowly. I got off the bed. Grab the flat objects that are on the nightstand to see the schedule.

The second day is outbound. I don't know why there's a little relief. Although the possibility of meeting Mr. Armand was inevitable, at least I didn't need to sit down. I can stay away for a moment. Setting my feelings in a mess. When you are ready, this feeling becomes neutral.

"Spirit Sha!!"

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Even though the clothes we wear are the same, but why does he still look different and stand out? Is he really human?

The thought just popped out as soon as these eyes saw it. Among the dozens of people who swarm in, I can find his figure in the blink of an eye. That special 'was it his existence?

That morning we gathered in a large field. Wearing a gray polo shirt that has been prepared by the committee. All training participants use the same t-shirt without exception. Supposedly, it was quite difficult to find someone in the middle of dozens of humans wearing the same clothes. But that doesn't apply to Mr. Armand. His figure was instantly visible despite our distance of tens of meters.

For a moment my eyes were glued. The desire to forget is gone. My eyes stared with admiration.

Mr. Armand's appearance was very simple. Tops use polo shirts combined with jeans, sneakers and black hats. There were some men who looked similar, but only Mr. Armand stood out from the crowd.

Mr. Armand's gaze looked unsettled. He looked around, as if he was looking for someone. Who's looking for it? Organizers' huh?

In just less than five seconds, our eyes involuntarily stared. The eyes look satisfied. While a small grin appeared at the corner of his lips. From facial mimicry, like saying that he has found what he is looking for. Don't tell me Mr Armand is looking for me?!

And, it seems like my guess is right. Looking at from his sturdy step that was heading towards me!! Should I pretend not to see? I left first this morning intentionally. My goal is only one, to avoid Mr. Armand. If he finds me, doesn't that mean my efforts are in vain?

I pretended to look the other way and tried to blend in with the other group. Pretending to be pretentious and familiar. Even so, from the tail of my eyes I could see the figure of Mr. Armand who was getting closer.

"Arsha."

"Good morning everyone!! How are you guys doing this morning? Sure still dong spirit!" The voice of the committee named Ratih, cut off the speech of Mr. Armand. I immediately pretended to be focused and ignored Mr. Armand who had been standing beside me.

"For the body that is less fit, can immediately permit yes, because this morning we will do some games that are quite draining energy and mind as well of course."

"This game aims to hone team work, speed in decision making, creative mindset and togetherness. Well, now form a big circle." Without saying much, we formed a large circle, fulfilling the orders of the committee.

"Ready!!" answer all participants with their compotes. I'm quite pounding. Besides the existence of Mr. Armand, I also do not want to lose in this game. I avoid punishment.

"OKAY. First game. Form a five-man team! Get started!"

It all happened so fast. Even my body had not been able to move when someone pulled my arm and made me by his side.

"Three, two, one!! It's finished!!" Ratih's voice sounded very cheerful. It seemed, giving punishment became his own entertainment for him.

"Come, let's see. Are there any players who don't have a team? Is there a team of less than five people?" Train through each small circle and count the number of participants.

There are participants consisting of only two people. There are also those who are alone. The three of them received quite an embarrassing punishment. It is soaked while dancing. I'm glad I wasn't in that position.

Oh yeah, looks like there's still a hand holding my arm. Big, heavy hands. The hand I know? Seeing that hand made me feel bad. I don't know why I'm so sure the owner of that hand is Mr Armand?

My guess is one hundred percent right!! When I raised my head, my chin was firm, my jaw was strong, my lips were tightly clenched and my eyes were flat. Who else is the owner if not my stiff boss but I like it?!

Actually he realized not really? His hand still holds my arm. What does this attitude mean? Watching me because I'm his men? His responsibility? Or what?

"Ehm, Mr ...." I think the voice that came out was a firm voice full of rejection. In fact, my voice is like the sound of a mouse being squeezed. Squeaking weak helplessly.

"What?" The owner of the flat face glanced at me. The distance our bodies were so close, it made me realize how tall the man was. I had to look up just to stare at his chin.

"Your hands ...." I pointed at his hand using my other hand. Instead of directly letting go and apologizing, again he only glanced at a glance. Of course without letting go of his hand grip on my arm.

"Leave it."

"Huh?"

"Next game!!" I have not had time to protest, the committee began to roll the second game. "Form a three-man team! Three, two, one, done!!"

The second game is faster than the first game. I didn't even step a foot in the least. I just stood still in my place. Same with Mr. Armand. The difference is, this time we added one male participant, so in this team I am the only woman.

"OKAY. Let's take a look. There are teams that break the rules. Hm ...." Ratih and the other committee went back around. Finding an inappropriate team. A smile on his face. "OK, since all the teams have been fit, there is no penalty this time. Third game!"

"Game rules this time are pretty easy. Two participants held one of the youngest participants. Then run to the end there. The fastest team will be the winner. Are you all ready?!"

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