Round and round he went looking for an empty parking space. That's what you get when you arrived late to work, Razlan sighed to himself. He used to have his own space to park with his car's plate number written on a piece of white plastic board. But he stopped booking it due to some inconsiderate drivers who still park on his personal space. He thought why would he pay with that amount when he couldn't even park on his space, and some other people gets to park there freely?
He finally found an empty space but it's quite further to the lift that leads straight to his office. While waiting for the lift, he glanced over his brown leather Tag Heuer watch, it's a quarter passed 11. The watch really suits with his fair skin which made it look nicer on him. He tapped on the tip of his right shoe impatiently.
*Tingg*
Finally the lift made a stop at B2, he hurriedly went into the stomach of a lift and pressed the button '9'. He was alone in the lift, he actually felt happy because the lift wasn't crowded, full with people especially during peak hours. Didn't have to go through the heat that came out from people's body, sweatiness which always took over the perfume sprayed on the clothes that leads to another factor of feeling tired easily when you sweat excessively like you just ran a 10km marathon.
As the lift's door was about to shut, he suddenly heard a scream,
"WAITTT!!". He didn't even managed to reach the "open" button, as he was standing at the corner back of the lift. The door closed anyway. But it opened again a few seconds later.
A lady entered, she wore a maroon 'Baju Kurung' with white coloured beads on the edge of the collar and sleeves, and she clipped her hair neatly on the side though there were still a few strands fell off maybe she was running to catch the lift. Razlan assumed that she was the one whom had screamed just now.
Baju Kurung, is a traditional Malay women costume which loosely translated as "enclosed dress". This type of costume is the national dress of Brunei and Malaysia.
A baju kurung is a loose-fitting full length dress, consisting of a skirt and a blouse. The skirt is made from a long cloth with foldings on one side; the blouse is collarless, has long sleeves, and extends to between the hips and knees.
As she entered the lift, she blabbered to herself, "Was it so hard to press the button? Such arrogant man!". Her voice was loud enough for him to hear her eventhough she wasn't facing him.
Razlan only grinned to himself in respond to her statement, didn't want to make a fuss about it. She then glanced over the buttons to found out that he too was heading the same level as her.
She rolled her eyes annoyingly. Somehow the lift felt like ages to reach to the desired floor, trying to ignore the awkward situation as there were only just the both of them in the silver box, the wall decorated beautifully with mirrors, totally makes the image of the person in front or behind clearly due to the reflection that reflect by the mirrors in the lift.
A pair of eyes were staring at her back, she felt uncomfortable with the stare. She glanced over the mirror to confirm the feeling she felt, and yes he was staring at her butt! This is beyond unacceptable, she thought to herself. Every woman's fear, the sexual harassment. She's going through one right now, unable to digest that this is actually happening to her. The feeling of panicking was overwhelming her body, she tried to be as calm as possible, gathering all the courage she has left to confront him.
She turned her body to face him, with shaky knees, she started to open her mouth to yell at him.
"Hey! Why --"
She didn't get the chance to finish off her sentence as he, who was leaning on the lift's wall with his arms crossed over his chest, suddenly interrupted her, "Err.. You have something on your.. Skirt" while scratching the back of his head. She sensed the awkwardness in him when he spoke to her.
What's on my skirt? What! Oh no.. It couldn't be.. No! Period stain. Oh my god. No! This is too embarrassing! Coming out from a stranger's mouth, and it's a he?!
I.want.to.go.home.and.dip.my.head.in.the.bathtub.never.leaving.the.house.again.
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