Secretly Loving You's

Ch 29 - I Know You Like Me Too

The pain and throbbing in my right leg made my sleep very uncomfortable. The pungent smell of medicines filled the air. Interferes with the sense of smell. The mood is quite quiet. Occasionally only heard the sound of steps from a considerable distance.

The atmosphere is quite foreign. There is no crickets or frogs. There were no scary wolf howls. The mood is quite normal. What makes odd is only the aroma of the drug that sniffed quite strong.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Spreading the view to all corners of the room. To understand my current existence.

The room was dominated by cream color. There's a 32-inch TV right in front of me. The TV was on the wall. Under the TV is filled with white cabinets. On the right side there is a nightstand on which there is food that is still wrapped in plastic wrap. Indicates that the food is unspoiled.

Two meters from the nightstand there is a door. From its location, I interpreted that the room inside was a toilet.

Then my eyes shifted to the left. At first I was quite interested in paying attention to the large and luxurious sofa located at the end of the space. But my attention was immediately distracted as soon as I realized the figure that was lying face down on the left side of the bed. The next scene was quite surprising. I saw that figure clasping my left hand!!

Dull black hair. Dirty grey polo shirts in some parts. His pants and shoes were filled with mud that began to dry. From the posture and the clothes used, I believe this man beside me is Mr. Armand.

For a while I was quite confused. But after scanning the entire room, I was sure I was in a hospital room.

My right hand was connected to a deep red liquid, while the right leg was propped up by the bandaged condition. I deserve to feel very uncomfortable. My sleeping position is not as usual.

And, why did I get here? As I remember, I was in the woods. Falling down while trying to get a password. Then trapped in a fairly sloping ravine in a state of injured and frightened feet. Very desperate and hoping for help.

The last thing I remember was Mr. Armand's arrival. It was real or just a hallucination. I hugged him tightly. Crying and after, I don't remember anything.

Did I faint? In that unconscious pause, Mr Armand brought me here? Again this man became my god of salvation. How could I forget that he was acting like this?

And, why did he sleep face down while holding my hand? Is he worried about that? Is this the attitude of a superior who feels responsible towards subordinates? Is this attitude not excessive?

Mr. Armand found me first. That means he's looking for me. After finding me, he brought me here. Treating lukaku. Caring for. And now, out of exhaustion he sleeps beside me holding hands. Is it true that his attitude is just a sense of responsibility?

Sir, confess. Actually, you like me too, don't you? Why hide from the word "responsibility"? Why are you ashamed to admit it? No boss is as good as you in treating subordinates unless they have feelings. I'm right, right, sir? You like me, don't you?

***

Successfully drawing that conclusion made me smile like a madman. Unsaturated I stared at the head that was lying down. My hands are outstretched, preparing to caress her dense hair. But that desire had to be delayed as soon as I felt a very sharp pain in my right leg.

"Auuww ...." The groaning I can't hold. The pain is throbbing. Like an animal sucking my blood. Heat and pain become one. I couldn't control the expression on my face that was grimacing in pain.

Apparently the groan woke the owner of jet black hair. In an instant, the head moved and looked up. Our eyes meet again.

"Arsha? Are you conscious?" The body immediately approached. Eyes that are usually clear become slightly reddish. There was a sense of fatigue and anxiety there. "Which one is sick? Does your leg hurt?" ask her again while touching my feet nervously. This time he could not hide his face.

I nodded my head. It really hurts. I think I want to hit your feet. Maybe it will reduce the pain. What a stupid thought.

"Abueuhhh ...." I'm trying to hold back. Biting the lips strongly, but the sound of pain still slid out.

"I'm sure the anesthetic effect is over. I-I'll call the doctor first. Um, where's the phone? Oh, maybe I should push that button? Where is the nurse ...."

Seeing her figure back and forth walked around in confusion like this, like seeing a different person. He's like he's not the Mr. Armand I used to know. What's wrong with her?

"Maybe sooner if I get out. Wait a minute, I'll call the doctor," he concluded in a hurry and walked out.

If only this pain could be withheld, maybe I would prance at the worried attitude that Mr. Armand showed. I'm pretty sure he likes me too. But for a while, I had to hold back. Wait until this pain is healed, after that I will dance to the fullest!!

Hahaha, just wait sir. I will make you confess your feelings!!

***

"Still sick?" Actually, after taking painkillers, the pain I felt began to decrease. But since I liked the anxious look on his face, getting a question like that made me nod my head.

"I'll call the doctor again. What exactly did they give?! Why is it useless!" his murmuring moved. I hurriedly pulled the end of the shirt.

"S-the pain I can still bear sir .... Not as sick as that ...."

"Honestly, if you're still sick. I'll complain ...."

"really. The pain has diminished."

"Relatedly? Don't bother Sha. If it hurts, just say it."

"Really Sir. It doesn't hurt anymore. M-maybe the effect of the medicine is slow. It was still sick. It's not already." I looked away, afraid that Mr. Armand would catch the lie in my eyes.

"It doesn't really hurt?"

"Yes, it's not sick. I can move it." I showed a right leg that could move.

"Huf." It seems Mr. Armand believes. He sat back with both hands crossed in front of his chest. His eyes returned firm. Makes my hair goosebumps. It seemed, I had to prepare myself to be scolded.

"You ...."

"Y-yes Sir?" reply timidly.

"Can't you just don't worry people?"

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