Secretly Loving You's

Ch 33 - Prospective Ghosts?

This atmosphere is really very awkward. After my straight mouth slipped, Mr. Armand undoes the intention to come out. And this is how we are now. Sit quietly with each other. Confused to do or start something.

Today is my second night in the hospital. The first night I can't remember, because I came in a fainting state so I couldn't understand the situation. Tonight is so different. My condition is very stable. My mind is one hundred percent conscious. For that I realized, this was the first time I was in one space with men.

Feeling fucked. Other women in this condition would be scared, but I'm not like that. Maybe if that man wasn't Mr. Armand, I would have experienced the same fear. Mr. Armand gives a very comfortable and safe feeling. I believe he won't do anything. What I can't believe is myself. Can I not do anything embarrassing again? Can I hold my mouth back from being flabbergasted again?

"Why not sleep?"

"Not yet sleepy, sir."

"Is there anything you want to do?" I shook my head. Very awkward conversation. Mr. Armand looks agitated. A moment later, he stood up and picked up the TV remote.

"Is there a channel you want to watch?" ask again. Again I could only shake my head, because there was basically nothing I wanted to do. I'm just too nervous to be in the same room as Mr. Armand, that's why it's hard for me to close my eyes.

Mr. Armand sighed. He started changing channels randomly. To be honest, it was only this first time that I saw her unusual facial expression. Mr Armand looks agitated, misbehaved and nervous? Wh why?

"Do you like this?" Mr. Armand stopped on a channel that was airing a Korean drama. Since he looked desperate, I nodded my head. Mr. Armand looks complacent. He sat back on the sofa.

"Why do you know I like drakor?"

"Didn't your age like all Korean dramas?"

"I'm not a child, sir. I'm a grown woman. I am 22 years old. A few more months 23," I'm a little bit angry. A little emotion is also said to be still a child.

"Oh, 22 huh? I think it's still 12 ...," he replied casually.

"Did, Father!" I spontaneously threw a pillow at him. With a swift Mr. Armand dodged while laughing.

I felt like time had stopped. My surroundings quiet. Even the television is gone. My eyes focused only on the man in front of me. He looks so dazzling.

Eyes squinting. The corners of the lips are attracted to show a row of white teeth neatly lined up. Two dimples appear suddenly. He's like an angel. I'm stunned. Armand is laughing!!

The man I've known so far is very stiff and rarely shows any expression, can laugh like this. I had to capture this moment firmly in my brain. This will be a historic moment that I will no longer see in my lifetime.

"Your behavior is not like a 22-year-old woman, but a 12-year-old child" he said. The words pulled me into the real world. The time that stopped has now returned. I cleared my throat while tidying up the blanket. Realizing, that I had been fascinated by this man in front of me for a moment.

"Was my behavior as a child, sir?"

"Sometimes."

"K-kokcu can? Which one of my actions, sir?"

Mr. Armand smiled slightly. The smile on the diculum that made my heart beat so hard. Why is he so handsome?! Don't smile like that in front of others, sir! Enough in front of me!

"Sir."

"Hem?"

"Which one of my behaviors is like that of a child?" ask again. Honestly, I'm quite bothered by Mr. Armand's views. Maybe he only thought of me as a child?

"No. I'm just kidding. You're entertaining, Arsha." Again, Mr. Armand smiled a little. Make her cheekbones look back. From the expression on his face looked very sincere. No mocking expression. From that I can confirm, Mr. Armand is really sincere with his words.

"Today I saw you laughing." I bowed while pinching an innocent blanket. "Why do you rarely laugh in the office?"

"Because nothing funny deserves to be laughed at."

"So you think I'm funny?"

"Little."

"I'm not a comedian, sir."

"You're not a comedian. But a 12-year-old kid ...."

"Sir!!" Again, Mr. Armand laughed. He seems very happy.

"I used to be very afraid of you" I said, recalling our first meeting.

"Yes, because you're too stiff. When you interview, you look scary. Mr. Arif just smiled. While my father never smiled. The time of giving orders, you are also very cold."

Armand did not answer immediately. I can't guess the contents of his head right now. His expression was illegible.

"It turns out your view has been like that." He looked at me. "Are you still afraid?"

I shook my head. "It's not."

"So, you dare me?"

"Y-yes, not really sir. Where I dare the same, Mr ...."

"Say, he was not afraid."

"I mean, I'm not as afraid anymore. But that doesn't mean I'm brave. I thought you were cold and evil. It turns out that you were very kind and warm ...."

"Warm?"

""Eh, that means ...."

Duh, I chose the vocabulary wrong! I glanced at Mr. Armand who was looking at me with full focus. Then the man stood up and approached me. I lowered my head deeply when he was right in front of me. He put both hands on the bed and pointed his body at me. Our distance is only fifty percent. My heart is beating so fast. If it wasn't God's creation, maybe my heart would've jumped out!

"I'm warm? Why do you think I'm warm? Is it because you sleep here a few times?" Mr. Armand pointed at his shoulder. "Sleep here until it drools ...."

"Sir!!" I threw the pillow spontaneously and again Mr. Armand dodged while laughing loosely.

"Haha!"

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After that incident, the atmosphere became more and more melted. My communication with Mr. Armand is getting smoother. If there used to be a feeling of pride and fear, now the feeling gradually began to disappear.

I don't know if it's just my feelings, Mr. Armand becomes more expressive. Sometimes he smiles and laughs at my babbling, but other times, he is also worried about my situation.

A few days later, the doctor let me go home. Somehow the procedure, me and Mr. Armand left the city of Bogor before completing OJT. Actually I have forced Mr. Armand to follow the program until it is completed, but he insisted not to do it. I hope, this thing won't affect the branch's assessment.

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I was in the city of birth for three days. To facilitate the care, my parents took me home. Today there was a check-up schedule, so Mom started helping me get ready.

When Mom was helping me stand up, Dad suddenly went into the room.

"Are you ready?" ask Dad.

"Here, Dad ...."

"Pass the time." Dad's face looks bright.

"Why, Dad?" many confused.

"There's someone waiting for you Nduk."

"Who, Dad?" This time, my mother asked. From his facial expression showed great curiosity.

"Your maid of honor, ma'am. Hihi." My father left while laughing. We looked at each other with wondering faces. To satisfy that curiosity, we walked into the living room to see the person referred to as the "prospective ghost" by Father.

Stalled steps. I think Dad's joking. I thought maybe a neighbor or a brother would come. But it wasn't. What I saw fit my shadow. I saw my future husband there, Mr. Armand Abhimanyu Mahendra.

(note author : ignore Arsha who is hallucinating 🙄)

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NB: Haha, sorry long update genk. Again busy this-it 🤭🙏 Oh yes, maybe 2-3 more chapters will start to enter the core story. So please be patient if the yesterday chapter is too long-winded yes 🙏