Secretly Loving You's

Ch 35 - Feeling of Dumbness

"Want to?" Two words that made me feel sad.

All the movements I made stopped. My hands no longer crumble chicken. My mouth is no longer chewing. My eyes are no longer staring. I just focus on this guy in front of me.

I stared at the two dark shades. Look, look for signs of ignorance there. The Netra looked at me sharply. Pupils darken and enlarge, showing interest. From the whole face, I found no ignorance but firmness and seriousness.

My heart is beating so fast. The palms are getting wet. The throat dries, so the word can't get out of there. I'm nervous. Very nervous! Is Mister Armand serious about his words?! Does that mean he offered me to be his partner? Who would cook just for her every day? Who will be with him?!

"Want to?" the baritone voice repeated the same question. My voice choked. The mouth opened but no sound came out. In a small heart, I want to answer "yes" while shouting in excitement and jumping around.

"cn .... I-i .. a-i ...."

The sound of tablephone ringing filled the room. Breaking eye contact that has been established. Stop this lip from giving an answer. Mr. Armand raised his hand, telling me not to continue.

He pressed the loudspeaker button. From the number listed, the head teller section that is contacting.

"Yes, Astri. What's up?"

"Sorry sir, interrupt his lunch time. I need authorization, sir. There's a RTGS transaction of 7 M." (RTGS \= Real Time Gross Settlement)

"OKAY. I'm downstairs." The connection was cut off.

"Arsha, I'm done. I'm going down first. You can stay here until your meal is over." After saying that, Mr. Armand cleaned up the leftovers and walked out. Leaving me with my heart still pounding and my mouth choked.

***

It passed like it never happened. Armand is busy with his work. I who expect clarity, in the end also do the same. Working with jobs that have been stacked.

My mind can't concentrate. Too many assumptions fill the head. Trying to interpret Mr. Armand's words. From the look on the face, there was no sign of joking. Could it be that Mr. Armand was serious about his words? Could it be time for these feelings to link to each other?

Just imagining it makes my cheeks redden and heat up. Suppose that the incident was not interrupted by the sound of a phone ring, maybe he and I already know each other's feelings.

"Sabar Sha, patience .... Soon you will hear his confession. Wait a minute," I said to myself as I looked at the sealed chamber of worship.

***

In my shadow, today we will go home last, as before. We'll be in the ballroom. Searching for termination file the next day. Perhaps at such a time, Mr. Armand would reveal his heart.

Time has shown at six in the afternoon. The door of the head of operational space is still tightly closed. Like no sign of life. Was he so busy? Not leaving the room all day?

"Arsha, you're not coming home?" I'm circulating the view, looking for the source of the sound. Right in front of me is Mr. Haidar. He was bowing his head on the wall of the space barrier which was only one and a half meters high.

"Eh, not yet Sir ...."

"Not necessary Sir. I'm bored close."

"You've always been like that. You let Armand get close to you, but you won't let me. Our status is the same."

"Y-yes Sir?"

"Why haven't you come home yet? Your boss is home." Mr. Haidar raised his face towards Mr. Armand's room to emphasize his words.

"Huh? Going home?"

"You don't know? Armand was home at four. He said there was business. You also got to go to Turuo. On this floor, it's just the two of us who haven't come home." Finished saying that, Mr. Haidar turned around and descended to the first floor.

I spread my eyes around. The room was empty. All the computers and desk lights are turned off. Indicates all residents have returned home. Then I looked back at Mr. Armand's tightly shut door. I'm still suspicious of the information Mr. Haidar gave me. Is Mr Armand really home? When's? Why didn't you tell me?

Still overwhelmed with curiosity, I walked into Mr. Armand's room and started knocking on the door.

One tap, no answer yet.

Three beats, no answer yet.

"Sir? Sir?" The next step is to call his name. There is also no lawfulness. I tried to turn the door knob that turned out to be locked. It means right to say Mr. Haidar, Mr. Armand is no longer in his room.

Languid and disappointed. That's the feeling I feel. I stepped onto my desk with a lunglai. Clean up all the scattered files. Tidy up the table and get ready to go home.

***

Moodku's messy. A sense of happiness, palpitations, full of hope as if yawning just like that, replaced by disappointment. Though only a trivial matter, yet somehow create a hole deep enough.

"Huh, Arsha! Are you ready for him?! So you feel entitled to know all his life! You are not his wife! Not his girlfriend! Why should you be disappointed just because she left without saying goodbye! Be grown! Don't let a little thing like this affect how you feel about her. Okay!!"

All I can do is encourage myself. I threw my body into the bed and picked up my phone. Thumbs up, until I find the name I'm looking for.

Whatsapp is not online. In last seen it says 15.49 WIB. That means, maybe there is an urgent matter that makes Mr. Armand not have time to inform me. I decided to send a message first.

"Sir, is the business done?"

Message sent. I'm monitoring the phone, waiting for a reply. But the result is nil. Until I fell asleep and woke up the next day, I never got the reply.

***

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