Secretly Loving You's

Ch 8 - Want to Know About You

I tried to resist, but Mr. Armand insisted. He said he called Dad, and asked permission to drive me. I can't avoid it and can only give up. And here I am now. One car with Mr. Stiff.

It had been ten minutes that the car had driven, but not a single conversation had rolled. The atmosphere is so quiet. Just the subtle roar of the car engine. My hands are itching to turn on the music, to melt such a cold atmosphere.

Scroll him with the tail of the eye. His expression was as usual, flat. Sometimes I wonder, has he ever been sad? Or happy? Why was it that was ignited on his face was only a flat expression and sometimes a hint of anger was being held back? How did he live his life all this time?

Free time like this makes my brain think more actively. Rarely gather with other employees, making me not know the condition of the people in the office. All I want to know is about the person next to me.

All I know from Mr. Armand is only the full name, position and nature of his feet. I don't know how old he is? Where'd you come from? Are you married or single? What is it that you like and not? And other things.

At first, I thought there was no need to know such things. Our relationship is limited to superiors and subordinates. But his sometimes confused nature, began to tease me. Makes me wonder all about him.

What exactly does he think of me? Why is his attitude like this? Is he acting like this only to me or to all the other employees?

A question that keeps going around in circles, but doesn't get an answer. Makes my brain wooze on its own.

"Tomorrow Saturday."

"Eh, yes sir?" Dreamy preoccupation makes me unable to catch the words of Mr. Kaku.

"Tomorrow Saturday. You moved, didn't you?"

"Ah, yes Sir ...." I thought there would be a follow-up conversation, in fact the atmosphere went back to silence. No more conversations. Always like this. Our communication is a little good when discussing work. Beyond that, don't expect Mr. Kaku to talk more.

The forty-minute journey was filled with silence. I don't know how she feels, but I feel so awkward myself. Confused about what to do.

Want to play around with the phone, I think it's very disrespectful. He was kind enough to drive me. Driving for me. It would be rude if I played with my phone. Meanwhile, to invite him to chat, there is no topic that we can discuss.

In the end I could only be quiet. Sit in my chair tensely. Pretending to stare at the streets. Though the mind and heart pounding unbecoming.

***

The weekend has arrived. This two-day holiday quiz by transporting goods and cleaning the rented house.

By Sunday afternoon, all activities had been completed. Since there was a large order, father and mother could not stay so I stayed alone.

This was my first experience away from my parents. Pretty thrilling. The KPR house looks empty. Although my parents were not rich, he tried to facilitate my needs. I tried to resist, but he insisted.

In the living room there is a simple chair with a 21-inch flat-screen TV. In each room filled with mattress floor and closet. In the kitchen there is a gas stove and a small refrigerator.

I actually feel ashamed of myself. I've been working, but all the facilities are still prepared by parents. I should have been able to be independent. I promise in my heart to always prioritize my parents above everything else.

***

Time shows at seven o'clock. The housing atmosphere was quiet enough. Not used to it myself, it freaked me out enough.

I've been trying to contact some close friends, whose house is not so far from the rented house. My hope is that maybe they can accompany me. But it turns out they're more out of town, so stay alone.

I played the TV in a loud voice while listening to music to repel the fear that began to slip.

I'm an adult. I'm independent. I'm gonna get used to all this. Didn't I want freedom?

My curiosity towards Mr. Kaku made me automatically search for his social media accounts. From instgram, FB, twitter, I did not find the account, even though I have tried different key words. I saw whats app, nothing. He didn't make any stories. Yes, I wish Mr. Kaku create story alay and ngevlog.

Bored. I saw her profile picture in whats app. There is no face photo, but corporate branding reads Bank J. Looks like I should take the time to get together with the other employees. Who knows I could get information about Mr. Kaku.

***

Monday came too. Enough to get me excited. After two days without any meaningful activities, finally today back on the move again.

As usual, morning briefings are held every morning. Iamkan. To see the boss whose whereabouts I started. However, there is no appearance.

The tumben? Did he not come in?

Morning briefing is completed when the time shows at 07.45 WIB. There are still fifteen minutes before the service opens. Curiosity drove me to stalk the frontliners.

"Sir, Mr. Kaku, uh Mr. HO why isn't there?" I asked Ms. Amie.

"Oh, late at best. Usually Monday is a little late."

"Why?"

"He's going to come back to Surabaya this weekend. Return here usually early Monday. If it does not get stuck in Probolinggo or Lumajang, it can usually be on time." Ma'am Amie explained at length. I just nod my head.

Oh, I just found out that Mr. Kaku is from Surabaya. It is fitting that he does not know the area of Ambulu, Papuma Beach or Watu Ulo. He also yesterday did not offer to help the transfer (who I am, could-can expect a HO to help move), it turns out he was returning to Surabaya.

"Em, Mother .... Actually, Mr. Armand is married yet?"

"Heh, you're the new BO huh!!" (BO \= Back Office). Ms. Amie had not had time to answer my question, when there was one marketing lending that came to me with anger ignited in her face. Eyes glared, chin looked up, forehead frowned and hands pointed at my face. To be honest, I was so scared to see his expression.

"You're the new BO, aren't you?!!"

"Eh, i-i-iya .. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! What is?! Heh, because of you, I'm bickering with customers!! You didn't read the PK?!! Just input from?!!" (PK \= Credit Agreement)

"I mean Mas?" I started to tremble in fear. It seems like this person in front of me is really furious. His eyes were red, looking at me as if he wanted to swallow me raw.

"Well, I don't like this kid who just graduated?! G*blocks barbarity!! You read the PK anyway?! In PK it is written there is a block of installments 3 times!! Why did you block it 1 time?! G*block!! All funds have been withdrawn with the same customer!! You want to replace 2 unblocked installments?!! New kid g*blocks really!! Who picked you?!!"

"I. I chose it."

It happened at the banking hall. It was a spectacle of the staff who were there. Moreover, when Mr. Armand entered the space. The atmosphere became silent for a moment.

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