Secretly Loving You's

Ch 32 - Please Accompany Me

Time shows at nine when Arkan returns home. He was in the room for no more than ten minutes. The beginning of the man came quite startling. Especially with the appearance of disheveled and bruised in some parts. His arrival was completely unpredictable.

Actually I almost forgot about that guy, if only he hadn't shown up like this. My feelings for Arkan? Just ordinary. Not vengeful or upset. The incident of falling was purely my fault. So, if anyone is to blame, I'm the one.

The man came with a basket of fruit. I asked for my condition and apologized repeatedly. Since there is nothing to forgive, I just agree. I wonder why he got hurt like that? Did he fall like me?

"The father brought her here?" I asked when I saw the man was gone. Mr. Armand, who was closing the door, approached me. Put both hands in your pocket.

"Who? That guy?"

"Name Arkan. Yeah, I mean he."

"Why? You don't like him coming?"

"Not like it. Just weird. Of all the people, why did he come?"

"It's not clear. He came to apologize."

"When he was innocent ..," I murmured.

"Not guilty how?! He's the one who made you like this!" Mr. Armand's originally flat tone of voice suddenly shot up.

"I fell for being careless Sir ...."

"Wrong. You fell because he didn't take good care of you!" resounding. I glanced at Mr. Armand who had been sitting on the sofa. His expression looked very upset. I don't know why a thought just popped out.

"Don't you, you forced him here? Oh, was the wound on his face caused by you?" Actually my question is not serious. I just intend to tease him.

"Where is possible!" Apparently the man took my words seriously. Armand stood up immediately. I don't know why he looks so wrong. "I met him up front. When he met, his face was already like that" he said without looking at my face. Making the desire to tease him even greater.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." Yeah." He suddenly walked to the nightstand next to me. "Your food hasn't been eaten. I'll help you." Mr. Armand pulled the table and got closer to the bed. Put that table right in front of me.

Actually the food is quite tempting. Unlike the average patient who has many restrictions, my diet is quite diverse. There are fruits, vegetables, meat and also eggs. But still I have no taste. I shook my head while pushing the table away.

"You must eat, so that your wounds dry quickly."

"I don't taste sir. I want to get out of here ...."

"Not to eat." Mr. Armand took a spoonful of rice and the side dish, then put it right in front of my face. "Eat," he ordered ferociously.

I don't know why I'm not afraid anymore with the cold or the fierce tone. I consider it just a form of attention. Seeing Mr. Armand bribing me like this again made my heart pound.

I looked at his face. The face of a man who filled my heart and mind these few months. The man I don't know is in his heart and mind. A man whose attitude is very ambiguous. The man who said that I was his only responsibility, but I was sure of more than that.

"less close."

"What?"

"Snoon ...." I stared at Mr. Armand's spoon and face in turn. At first Mr. Armand looked confused, but a moment later he brought the spoon closer. I opened my mouth and took a bribe from him. "Ehmmm, enaaaaaakk ..," my oceh was carefree as I chewed the food.

Maybe I saw it wrong, but I saw Mr. Armand's eyes change. I don't know, I can't interpret it. For a moment the man was stunned, before finally coming to a realization.

"Eat alone" he broke off while giving me food. He turned around and waved his hand without even seeing me. "I'm out."

"Lho, where are you going? Sir?!" sir?!" The man did not look again. "Hish, but only one bribe. Don't bother if you want to bribe, sir!" I nagged while stirring up the food that returned to make me unappetised. It turns out my taste depends on the presence or absence of Mr. Armand.

***

"How was the training, sir?"

"Why?"

"I've destroyed it. Sorry sir, because my training schedule is a mess ...."

"Not a big deal. I asked for the file. I'll learn later. We can practice on our own in the branch."

"What is the assessment problem, sir? Is not by following this training we will get a certificate? Do we have to repeat ...."

"Not a big deal. You focus on healing." The man was busy covering my body. Ah, from here alone it has been seen how his attitude to his partner will be. Mr. Armand is a very considerate type of man. All women would be devastated if treated like this, let alone me. Who from the beginning had already laid my whole heart for her.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" I want to be that woman. Can it?

"Arsha?"

"Eh, yes sir?"

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Ti-no sir," I stammered. Too busy daydreaming to not realize that Mr. Armand asked me to talk.

"Yes already. Quick sleep. It takes nothing, wake me up. I'm right there." He pointed at the brown sofa that was to the left of the bed.

"Yes sir, thank you ...." Mr. Armand threw himself on the couch. He sleeps on his back by making both hands as a focus. I changed the sideways position to the left until I could see it.

Thinking of Mr. Armand makes my feelings jumbled. Sometimes I want to give up and forget. Many factors are taken into consideration. Suppose, office rules. Other things, social status. Mr. Armand is the type of man I can't reach. However, all that doubt was lost when he saw his treatment of me. All of his actions showed that he felt the same way. It made me not want to give up and want to achieve it. Can I reach you?

"Sleep." Suddenly Mr. Armand opened his eyes and looked me right in the eye. I was caught watching him!

"Is there anything you need?" This time he changed his position to sit down. Then he made a gesture like rage. "Do you think this room isn't too hot?" ask again.

I glanced at the air conditioner with the number 20. It is cold enough for room size. The coldness made me close the blanket. Why does Mr. Armand think that this space is too hot?

"Do you mind if I open the window?" ask again as his eyes turned to the window. I shook my head.

Mr. Armand walked towards the window and opened it wide. Making a deep air breathing motion while one hand is still wagging, the sign of his stifling has not disappeared.

"Arsha, I'm out for a second."

"Where are you going?" Hearing that he was going out my fear instinct came back so I immediately sat down. Time has shown eleven o'clock at night. I am not used to being in a foreign place.

"Find the wind."

"Sir, please don't come out. Why do we have to wind outside? You can open all the windows. The AC can also be flushed. Please, don't come out sir? Please accompany me ...." Bad habit. When afraid, my shame seemed to be drained immediately. Without thinking clearly, I again begged this man in front of me.

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