Secretly Loving You's

Ch 59 - Looking for you

I acted without thinking. Imagining Mr. Armand in a fire-cracked room raises his own concerns. I was scared, very scared. I was afraid anything would happen to him. I can never forgive myself if something bad happens to her. I don't want to lose him!

The center of the fire was on the second floor, but the smoke was already filling the banking hall and the surrounding area. The room was filled with white mist mixed with black. Once inside, the puff of smoke was instantly inhaled. I close my nose and try to breathe through my mouth.

Visibility is limited. Relying on the memories, I walked down the stairs one after another towards the second floor. Once I arrived on the second floor, I could not see the scene in plain sight. Smoke filled the entire room.

True said Kak Niar, the center of the fire is near the room of Mr. Armand, more precisely in the blessing room. The fire was still blazing, burning red like the tongue of a demon. The closer it is, the more heat energy is felt.

Sipping too much carbon monoxide makes it difficult to breathe. I coughed to clear my lungs of the harmful substance.

"Sir?!! Mr Armand?!! You where?! Uhuk!! Uhukk!" Eyes start to water, nose starts to leak mucus. Chest getting claustrophobic. The view is getting blurred. The head starts to get dizzy while the stomach gets nauseous.

"Bather where?! Sir!! Sir!! It'sme!! Arsha!!" I tried to scream as hard as I could, but there was no word. There was no sign of life there. My mind is getting more and more confused. I'm afraid Mr. Armand fainted and got stuck in space.

"Sir!!" I'm moving forward. The red guy's lick is getting hotter. Makes my skin feel burnt. I ventured to approach Mr. Armand's room, to make sure the man was there.

Half the door of the room was already on fire. Without thinking, I tried to turn the doorknob.

"Wwwww!!" The stainless steel knob conducts heat perfectly. My hands blister. Even so, I'm not so concerned. Unable to use my hands, I kicked the door with my feet several times. Unsuccessful. That door still can't open.

"Sir!! The father!! Father inside 'wasn't it?! Sir, it's Arsha! Let's get out sir! The uhuukk!! Uhuukk!" My yelling. My voice began to wail. I coughed violently. Makes me have to rest up while holding my chest. My chest is tight and very sick. Looks like the substance I inhaled is already too much. The substance fills the lungs, so that it is used to breathe becomes sick.

My tears did not stop flowing. A mixture of the pain of smoke and sadness for not being able to find Mr. Armand.

"Sir, where is Father? A-ayo out sir, hah, hah, hah ...." Breathing began to sting. The more you try to inhale, the more this chest pain becomes. Refraining from breathing can't either.

Little by little, the view began to blur. Consciousness gradually began to disappear. The sight before my eyes became increasingly invisible. Strangely, though, from a distance, I heard my name being called. I wanted to answer, but this mouth could not speak.

"I'm here!" I want to scream like that. Let alone the cry, the sound of the cry was no longer able to say. Breath remaining pieces.

"Arsha!! Where are you?!"

Could this be a dream? Maybe I was hallucinating? Being too eager to see it, making sure it was okay, I heard Mr. Armand's voice calling from a distance.

"Sir, I'm here! I'm looking for Father. Where's dad?" Can he hear my voice?

In my mind, I was screaming. Waving at him, so he can see me.

"and!! Arsha! Where are you, honey?!"

This time I heard the man screaming. So this is how it sounds? Looks like Mr Armand is worried huh? Even though I'm okay.

Thank goodness that you are okay. I'm so relieved. I've been looking for you, sir. Where has the father been?

My head is getting dizzy, sir. I'll sleep for a while.

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