Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 81

After dealing with Kevin and calming down outside, I went back in and headed upstairs. I was planning on waiting for Alan in my study. However, once I got there, I was startled by the noise coming from the president's room, which also signified that the owner had returned.

"What's this?" I asked Arman who was standing at the door. Unlike the usual who was always calm and expressionless, this time Arman looked uneasy. His fingers continued to move and the frown on his forehead deepened as he looked at the room behind him.

I followed the direction of his view. Take a peek at Alan's workspace which has large glass windows from floor to ceiling. The conditions inside were very chaotic. The files, which were usually neatly arranged on the table, are now scattered on the floor. The work chair is covered with real leather is bent down in an inverted position.

"Young master is very angry and he is rampaging now," he replied as he turned towards me.

I turned away from the room and returned his gaze. "Did something happen at the event? Who made him angry?" ask, want to know.

Alan was fine before. Throughout the show he even kept smiling, there was no sign that he was unhappy. Indeed, before leaving the hall, I had seen him sad because he thought I did not like him, but I was sure it was not something that would trigger his anger.

After I left, someone might have accidentally offended her and that's why she got upset, I thought. However, Arman's reply came back to surprise me.

He shook his head and said, "It's because of you, Miss," he said.

I frowned, looking at him confused. "Me?" I said pointing to myself. "What am I really doing?"

"Young Master saw you with another man in the lobby earlier."

Whaaat!

I was surprised for the umpteenth time. I panicked and felt guilty. "How come? Wasn't Alan still interviewing me when I met Kevin?"

"Young Master immediately ended his interview as soon as he realized you weren't in the room. He hurried out, impatient to see you. At first he was not so upset when he found you with other men. But then he saw the man holding your hand and you were silent. You don't seem to mind it at all and don't reject it either. That's what made him angry. The Young Master thought you would go back to the man and leave him, " explains Arman.

Pyarrs!

a loud explosion was heard from inside the room.

Arman and I both looked. Watching Alan smash the glass table with his fist. The table in front of him was no longer shaped. Turned into large, irregular pieces. As if it was still not enough, Alan raised his fist once more. Crumple the piece into a small crumb. Fresh blood flowed around his knuckles. Even so he did not care and continued to hit, again and again.

I watched it with wide-eyed and horrified. After that I can't see him anymore. He slumped down, hiding his body behind the sofa. I don't know what he's doing right now. I was about to go in to check on her, but Arman held her back.

"No, Miss. Young Master forbids anyone from entering. Besides, he's very dangerous now. He's not in control of himself, afraid he might accidentally hurt you, it'll make him regret."

While putting on a smiling face, I clapped his hands which blocked me. "Just calm down, Alan won't hurt me" I said confidently.

Arman ignored my words. He was still standing in front of the door, blocking the path by spreading out his hands.

"Are you going to let your Young Master continue to hurt himself?"

His eyes were shaky. I know he's also very worried about his boss.

"Trust me, Arman. I'll be fine" I said, reassuringly.

Although reluctant, Arman finally lowered his arm and shifted to the side to let me in. "Be careful, Miss."

I nodded my head. After that pushed the glass door and sauntered into the room.

My arrival was greeted by Alan's screams. "Get out!" he said without looking. He was hiding behind the couch.

Unexpectedly, Alan suddenly stood up and turned around while throwing a vase of flowers at me.

Reflex, I lowered my head and closed my eyes as it floated above my head. The flower vase hit the wall before finally falling scattered on the floor with a thunderous sound.

The next moment I heard footsteps approaching. I opened my eyes when his hand touched my head. Checking if I'm hurt or not. "You okay?" asked Alan in a hoarse voice. His face looked worried.

"I'm fine" I said, touching his arm.

His hand went down, grabbed my jaw and stroked my cheek gently. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you. I really didn't mean to hurt you." His face was filled with guilt.

"I know," I said, smiling. "Your hand is hurt."

Alan immediately pulled out his hand and hid it behind his back. "I'm fine."

"It's bloody, how can it be fine" I protested.

Alan didn't refuse when I pulled his hand and took him to the break room. I sat him on the edge of an abandoned bed. Yeah, it was abandoned a long time ago. I never saw anyone sleeping there. Alan spent much of his time sitting in his study chair signing a stack of files in front of him. If he is tired he will move to the sofa and spend time there.

"Wait here, I'll take the medicine first and call the janitor."

"Don't go" she asked as she grabbed my waist and hugged him. His tone was like a child, very spoiled.

"A moment, it won't be long" I said, stroking his head.

Alan was still hugging me and his face was buried in my stomach. "Call it, get someone to bring it here" he said in a muffled voice.

"The phone's ruined and I don't have anyone's number but you."

Alan reached into his pants pocket. Pick up his phone and call someone. His voice was firm as he said, "Bring the P3K box over here and have people clean my room."

"Well, Young Master," said Arman across the phone.

Not long after Arman went inside with the janitor. After handing the box to me, Arman left us immediately. He approached the janitor and told him to clean the room quickly.

While they were working, I started to clean the wound on Alan's hand. "Other times, when you're angry just hit the bed or the couch. It won't hurt your hand."

Alan said nothing. His mouth was tightly locked and his eyes kept staring at my face.

I looked up, returning his gaze. "Don't hurt yourself again, it makes me sick."

"Why does that make you sick? You don't feel what I feel" she replied, cold.

"Who said?" I said as I turned away from her face and looked back down as I wrapped her hands in bandages. "If you're sick then I feel sick too."

"Why is that?" tanyakanya.

"Because I'm such a person" I said, raising my head, looking at his face again. "I'll feel whatever the person I love feels. Both when sad, happy and when the person is sick. Like now, my heart hurts when I see you hurt."

Alan was silent for a moment, as if he was digesting the sentence I just said. His narrowed eyes widened when he realized something. "So, you mean you love me?"