"Wow Myra! Another one today?" Susan came by her private office as soon as she had settled down. She finally have her own room now, after waiting for that room to be emptied for about 2 months. She's no longer in a cubicle since an enclosed workspace offers a quieter surrounding and the work she was assigned to requires a lot of concentration and to keep the tasks confidential.
"He must have liked you so much. Honestly speaking, I've never seen him like this, putting so much effort for a girl." She added spilling out the other side of him that Myra hadn't known. Susan held Myra's wrist bringing her hand closer to the face, capturing the scent of a fresh rose that she was holding.
"Oh come on, Suzy. We both know Razlan will never have a 'thing' for me, I'm so not up to his standard!" Myra replied shaking her head not wanting to plant any some sort of hope in her heart. Suzy, another nickname for Susan, only the closest ones called her by that name. Susan grinned after listening to what Myra had said. By looking at her face, Myra could definitely read something behind that grin.
"Plus, I don't think those roses were from him anyway", she exhaled out a sigh leaning back against her seat. For the past three months, she received a rose everyday without fail and of course with sweet, romantic love notes. Still, the owner of them roses didn't have the guts to come upfront revealing himself. Chicken.
When another familiar voice appeared from nowhere, "Why are you so oblivious? The only R.A initials that we know existed in this building was his." It was Aisha's voice, joining them on their little discussion. More like to Myra's love-life counseling session.
"Ahaa! Did you by any chance, have cast a love-spell on him?" Aisha muttered, snapping her fingers then pointing them at Myra's direction with an eyebrow raised. Myra shook her head in disbelief. In fact, Aisha was the perfect definition of a cuckoo.
"You crazy woman." Myra squinted her eyes looking at Aisha who was giggling softly. "Before I too, become a cuckoo like you all, I better go and make myself a cup of coffee. Toodles!" She said as she got up from her chair, heading towards the pantry.
Yeah, I kinda like him just a little bit. Okay maybe a little more than just a bit I guess but of course not to the extend to put a spell on him. If what they said was true, why he still hasn't confessed to me yet? This thing has been going on for three months, and he acted like as if it wasn't him who did it. How can they both be so sure it was Razlan that's behind all this, so called secretive-from-far admiration? Maybe I shouldn't have taken this seriously, what if someone was just trying to pull a prank on me? But logically, why would someone put such efforts for this shenanigans? Whoever he was, he's getting closer to his goal, making me nuts falling for someone who might or might not exist.
As she reached the pantry, she took her pink mug out from the wooden painted wall cabinet, and placed it on the countertop. After peeling off the coffee sachet and pouring them in, she walked over to the other side of the counter and grabbed the kettle to be brought back to her mug. She was humming to a song that has been stuck in her mind for a week now, and sang only the chorus part;
"You're gone and I got to stay high, all the time to keep you off my mind.. Ohhh.. Got to stay high all the time to forget I'm missing you~~"
"Don't, I'm still here"
A voice suddenly appeared whispering right behind her, that made her startled and splashed the hot water from the kettle on to her left arm when actually was aiming them to the inside of the mug that she was holding.
Ouch! Bollocks!
Immediate reflex, she buffeted the kettle on the countertop, groaning in so much pain even tears started flowing out of her eyes. Her body toppled down the floor, she tried to look at where the voice was coming from, but a blurred vision stopping her, tears to be exact. With the uncleared sight, she saw someone squatting down beside her thus took a hold onto her waist and carried her out of the pantry. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to react to the close proximity since all the crying from the painful burnt skin had drained out the energy in her, she rested her head on his chest and passed out a second later.
He carried her carefully to his room, gave a strong push by leaning backwards to the door so he could enter the room easily. With gentle care, he put her down on the sofa and quickly placed a pillow under her head. His room was spacious enough to decorate it with circular sofas arrangement and of course a small coffee table in the middle. A typical modern office environment setting. He got up and began searching for First-Aid kit somewhere in the drawers. Everything that's in the drawers he tossed it out on the floor. His room sure was a mess now, rarely to be seen since he kept all his belongings in neat and tidy manner. Tonnes of bad words coming out from his mouth, blaming himself for what had happened.
Finally found the First-Aid kit, he paced back to the sofa where she was lying unconsciously and put the kit down on the floor. He gave the instructions how to treat burns a quick read, went back to the pantry to get a bowl of cold water and back again to his private office. He reached for his handkerchief in his pocket, dapping it into the cold water to cool the skin and dissipate the heat off from her arm. Thankful enough, the burn wasn't brutal as the skin only showed redness and swelling instead of raw and blisters form which required a medical attention. He then patted the skin dry gently never in a circular motion to prevent tissue damage thus wrapping the infected area with a gauze loosely to protect the delicate tissue from infection and damage and placed her hand slowly on another pillow. Again, he got up and walked to the pantry to get her something to dry off her throat after excessive crying.
A short while later, Myra sluggishly opened her eyes and saw a figure kneeling down by her side. She rubbed her eyes back and forth and blinked them many times to confirm the vision of the man kneeling before her.
Nadir?!
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As salam & Hi all! Sorry this update was short again. I know everyone was expecting Razlan :p The picture above is Nadir btw. Find out what happens next on chapter 12, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Oh and happy new year guys :)
xx,
Mariotte.
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