Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 64

The break time is over. After filling up the stomach and taking a short break, Arman returned to the office. As usual, the steps were long and quick. His eyes are straight ahead. Not looking to the right or left if not needed. Sometimes he nodded when someone greeted him. However, his expression remained unchanged, cold.

His steps stopped for a moment when he was in the room of the president who was none other than Alan, the boss whom he always called the Young Master.

As usual, he knocked on the door of the room first, three times. Then hold the handle, push the door leaf and waltz in.

Instantly his eyes widened, shocked by the sight before him. He could hold out for a few seconds. Then immediately turn around and come back out after waking up.

Arman was still standing there, at the door.

Should I just go? But what if someone else comes?

Arman struggled with his own thoughts while pacing around uneasily. He looked back for a moment. Looked into that room again. He was shocked once again, seeing his young master getting more and more aggressive.

Young Master, can't you close the curtain first?

Arman's still there, guarding the door. Trying hard not to imagine what he had seen before. However, that thought continued to cross his mind. Especially when his ears caught strange noises from inside the room that made his forehead sweat.

"Arman" said someone from a distance.

Arman raised his bowed face. He looked to his right and left, looking for the source of the voice that mentioned his name earlier.

"What are you doing? are you cosplaying as a bodyguard?" ask a man who is approaching. His name is Reyhan. A businessman who was also a close friend of Alan's.

"Master, Rey," said Arman, bowing.

"Are you sick?" ask Reyhan.

Arman frowned, confused. Why would his boss friend ask like that? "I'm fine, sir," he replied.

Now it was Reyhan's turn to look confused. "But you sweat a lot" he said, pointing at Arman's forehead with his index finger.

Arman's reflex reached out an upward hand, rubbing his forehead. His palms were wet, covered in sweat.

"I-that's because this room is too hot" replied Arman stuttering slightly.

Reyhan raised an eyebrow, astonished. Because he feels otherwise. His skin even felt dry from being too cold. However, Reyhan chose not to care about it anymore. "Alan's inside, right?" tanyanya glanced at the room in front of her. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped forward. But Arman stopped him.

"Sorry, Mr. Rey, you can't go in right now."

Reyhan scrunched his forehead. Confused by Arman's attitude. Usually when he comes Arman will be indifferent. Not allowed to enter but also not prohibited. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"Because ...." Arman did not continue his sentence. I don't know why his brain instantly became empty. He doesn't know what to give a reason for.

"Because of what, Man?" ask Reyhan again. He was increasingly confused to see Arman who again behaved as usual.

"That's ... That's because Young Master is busy" said Arman. He even repeated that sentence again. However, his intonation was so low that Reyhan did not hear it.

"Oh, I thought I was getting guests" Reyhan said. "I just wanted to say hello for a while, wouldn't interrupt" he continued. Reyhan stepped his foot again. But Arman stopped him. This time Arman even spread out both hands, blocking Reyhan who wanted to barge in.

"You can't come in, sir," he said.

Seeing Arman's slightly exaggerated reaction, Reyhan became curious. He smiled cunningly. "Are you hiding something? You lied to me, didn't you?" guess it.

Arman. "I'm not hiding anything, sir," he said.

Reyhan smiled again. He saw Arman's pupils dilate as the man denied. It is an indication that someone is lying.

"Hey ... Come on, just tell me the truth. You forbid me from coming in because there's something I can't see or know. Tell me, what's Alan doing in there? Is he with a woman?" guess again.

Arman fell silent. He did not expect Reyhan to guess correctly.

From Arman's surprised-looking expression, Reyhan was able to deduce easily. "It's true" he said, delighted.

Reyhan tried to break in. However, Arman continued to block him with all his might.

Like a wrestler competing. They both attack each other. Attracting and grabbing each other. One tried to reach the door and wanted to open it immediately. While the other tried hard to hold the person who wanted to open the door. Eventually, the two fell to the floor, simultaneously.

Reyhan turned his head to the side, looking at Arman who was lying beside him. His breath gasping, exhausted. "What are you eating? Your body is very thin but why is your strength so strong," he said.

Arman did not answer. He is setting his breath. His eyes are straight ahead. Staring at ceiling.

Suddenly the door opened, the two looked up simultaneously. Both Arman and Reyhan could see Alan towering above them.

"Is the floor so comfortable? Until you sleep there?" ask Alan.

Arman stood up, then bowed. "Young Master" he said.

"Why are you still here? Didn't the meeting start soon?" Alan looked fierce when he said that.

"Sorry, Young Master. I'll be there soon." Arman bowed again and then walked away to the meeting room.

Alan stared at Arman's back, which moved further away. After Arman disappeared from the sight of his eyes, Alan turned to look at Reyhan who was observing him.

"What are you doing in my office? Don't you have a job?" ask his best friend.

Reyhan did not answer. He was just grinning as he continued to look at Alan.

Alan furrowed his brows, astonished. "Is your company bankrupt? To make you crazy?"

"You've slept with her?" Instead of answering, Reyhan asked Alan a question.

Alan laughing. "Are you drunk?" tanyakanya.

"Honestly, you just slept with that woman, right?" cycar Reyhan's.

Alan tilted his head, looking at Reyhan in confusion. "Did your head hit something? Your question is ridiculous."

"Shirt tangles, messy hair and lipstick stains on the lips. Isn't that because you just made love to that woman?" reyhan said after analyzing the appearance of his best friend.

"Stop talking nonsense and go back to your own office." Alan grabbed his shoulders. Then drag him away from his room. Where there was still Alea eating in it.

"Hey ... Let me see your woman first." Reyhan continued to rebel. But his power is no greater than Alan's. In the end he was pushed out and not allowed to enter again. It's not Reyhan's name if he just gives up. The man is determined to find out the woman he suspects has been sleeping with Alan. "Just wait, Al. Soon I will know who that woman is without being told by you" he murmured before leaving.

Meanwhile, in the meeting room located on the 7th floor, several employees including Arman seemed to have gathered. The atmosphere that had been noisy immediately was conducive once Alan entered the room. After greeting as well as saluting, they again sat in their respective seats.

The meeting began. Everyone seemed to be seriously paying attention and listening to Arman's explanation.

But not with Alan. The man seemed to be busy with his phone. Besides, he kept smiling.

The officers who saw him whispered to each other. I wonder what is going on with their boss.

Same with Arman. He looked at his young master in wonder. Do all the people in love act like that? It was a little ridiculous, he thought.

Young Master, please condition yourself and look around, people will think you're crazy if you keep smiling alone like that.

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