Secretly Loving You's

Ch 26 - Games

"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?!" ratih's voice boomed, accompanied by the boisterous voice of participants who asked for additional time.

"OKAY. We'll give you one minute to discuss" he added.

Ratih's voice temporarily disappeared, replaced by the voices of participants buzzing like bees.

"Include me, I'm Arkan. The Banten branch. Supervisor loan position. 26 Years old. That you?" A man named Arkan turned his eyes to me. A very sweet face. His eyes sparkled cheerfully. A smile never leaves his lips. At first glance, I can guess. Arkan is a friendly and cheerful type of man. Very opposite to the flat and stiff Mr. Armand.

"OKAY. Time is up. You all ready?!" Not yet able to answer Arkan's question, Ratih's voice echoed again. It seemed like the time given by the committee to discuss was not one minute, but one second! Very quickly time passed.

"Ready!!" I heard the answers from all participants.

"okay! Remember rules. Two participants held one of the youngest participants. Run until the flag. The fastest team will be the winner. Okay, let's get started! One, two, three!!"

In my opinion, this game is even faster than the previous games. We had no chance to think or discuss. We haven't even decided who's going to carry who, even though I know that I'm the youngest. But I haven't prepared myself to be carried by two men. This is my first time. My heart refuses, because this is not appropriate ...

"Eh?" I don't know how it started. All I know is that my feet no longer trace the ground. My body had floated in the air, rather it was in the arms of someone who was running at lightning speed.

"Sir, the rule is one participant is carried by two participants! We'll be disqualified like this." I saw Arkan running next to us. Trying to align steps. Talk to the person who is holding me.

I glanced at the man whose arms were under my back and legs. Oh yeah, I'm in bridal style. It's very romantic, isn't it? If only the situation wasn't like this!

What is this boss thinking?! Why is he holding me alone? Why bridal style?! And who allowed him to carry me?! What purpose?! Just for responsibility?! Isn't this excessive enough when it is limited to responsibility?!

I move my legs and body. Declaring rebellion. Hoping that by doing so, his hand would weaken and his sling would come off. But my guess is wrong. Mr. Armand's hand was even sturdier than before.

"Sir?!"

"Shut up." He didn't heed my words. He kept running, while Arkan ran next to us.

I don't have any face anymore. I want to win, but I don't want to be a gossip, either. What if after this gossip will be more sounding? What about our work? And, what the hell did Mr. Armand mean to carry me like this? What if my heart weakens again? What if I baper again and suspect it has the same feeling?

The sweat began to wet his forehead and the top of his lips. Flowing into his sturdy jaw. I was tempted to wipe away the sparkling sweat under the sun. Being in his arms like this left me almost lulled, if only I hadn't heard the committee's voice from the loudspeakers!

"Wow, whoa! There are teams that will reach the finish line. Yak, a little more!! Three, two one! Yes, we have the winner!!" Ratih and the other committee came to us. While the buzz of participants began to sound. Disgruntled faces there.

"Sir, put me down" I whispered. This time Mr. Armand heeded my words. Without being asked a second time, he immediately let me down. After my feet returned to the ground, I somehow felt that something was missing.

"It's not fair, ma'am. In the rules, two participants must carry one participant. This team is only one participant who holds. While the other participants just ran. It's not fair that this team wins!" Protest one of the teams who are in second position.

"What I told you. We'll be disqualified. It's free to be the fastest, if it finally gets knocked out," snorted Arkan unhappy. It seemed like the man had the ambition to win. Disappointment was clearly visible on his face.

I peeked at Mr. Armand's face. As always. His face was flat, showing no expression. There is no guilt, or shame like humans in general. He is an unusual man.

The question is, why is he holding me alone? Shouldn't it be teamwork? What the hell was he thinking? Why is it so hard to guess his head?

"Okay, after the rebuke. We decided to disqualify the first team and make the second team the winner! Congratulations!" The sound of the announcement was met with applause by the winning team.

"Further to the last game. This game will take longer than the previous games. The game is very simple. Before the game starts, we first determine the participants. Form a team with two people!! Get started!!"

Whether I can whisper from where, I assume one team with Mr. Armand will be very dangerous to my heart health, so without thinking long I pushed Pak Armand's body away and closer to Arkan.

"Done!" Just when the committee called out, I was already a team with Arkan. While Mr. Armand was alone, there was a flash of surprise and confusion on his face.

"Participants who do not get a team, will be considered disqualified and can not follow this game. Participants who have got a team, can gather here." Patih pointed at the area around him. I looked at Mr. Armand. He was also looking at me. There was an unusual flash in his eyes, which I could not describe with words. I turned my face. I don't know why I feel cold. It was like a ghost was behind me. Yes, the ghost is still alive. His name is Mr. Armand stiff and cold.

"You must have been a boy scout, right? Well, this game has to do with what's learned in scouts."

"Participants simply search for a cipher message that has been spread by the committee. The team that gets the most passwords, will be the general winner. Of course the committee has provided the prize. And also, today's outbound event will be included in your test assessment times. Anybody want to ask?"

Some of the participants started asking a few questions. I don't heed everything. My neck feels cold from time to time. I could feel Mr. Armand's sharp gaze behind his back. I dare not return his gaze.

That guy must be angry. Being pushed in conditions that are not yet fully ready. Not to mention, due to that boost, he would lose some scoring points. All right, this is all my fault. But I did it spontaneously. Rice has become a porridge. Can't go back. I'll accept the consequences of Mr. Armand's anger later.

"What's your name? We haven't met yet." Suddenly Arkan was by my side. The man smiled broadly. I don't know why I'm sorry. Ah, I'm a plan. I was going to get rid of Mr. Armand. After successfully getting rid of it, I instead hoped that my teammate was him. Indeed I have gone crazy (same as the author who has also gone crazy 😂)

"Oh, I'm Arsha ...."

"Greetings to Arsha. We will be the team that wins this game. You must follow my orders."

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