Nadir's POV
"Okay this work is really stressing me out" I mumbled to myself looking at the documents and files piling up on my table in disgust. Releasing a huge sigh, I leaned back and twirled the seat with the help from both of my legs a couple of times cause I was bored like that. I stopped twirling as it's giving me a headache, so I drummed my fingers on the solid table rhythmically. From drumming fingers to clicking pens, that's how bored I was. Upon realizing how silly I had been, I finally made a move out of my room. I thought maybe I need a snack, a packet of sugar crackers would do.
As I was about to enter the pantry, I heard a voice, singing cheerfully so I took a peek to see who it was. Oh it's the new girl, Myra. She had a soft, warm and beautiful voice it's as if the wilting flowers could bloom healthily again. That's when I decided to interrupt her singing and give her a little tease.
She sang so beautifully, I couldn't resist myself from approaching her closer it's like her voice has been trapped in my ears. As she stopped singing, I accidentally said something that made her had the shock of her life. This mouth of mine, didn't you know how to shut? Everything started to go wrong after what I said, the extremely hot water spilled onto her bare arms. Groaning in pain, she stumbled on the floor with teary eyes. Then, I saw her struggling to take a quick glance at me so I walked out of the pantry panicking my ass out.
"Hey Nadir!" Razlan greeted with his eyes skimming through my suspicious behavior when we bumped into each other on my way out. I continued walking, unbothered to even look at him. The only thing in my mind was that I just need to get out of there fast.
Feeling of guilt started to overwhelm in me. I found the perfect place to hide myself for awhile as I was in need of the solitary moment to digest through about what just happened, the place none other than the emergency-exit; the stairwell, the fastest way for evacuation during fire and also an alternative route besides the elevator. So, I threw myself for a seat on the very last of the concrete built stair's step whilst stroking my hair back with both hands, thus loosening the tie from choking my neck.
"What the hell did I just do? Shoot. Did I just leave her to suffer? Oh god." I spoke to myself out loud and I sort of knew no one will be using the stairs at this time hence it's safe for me to talk audibly. It was the right thing to do, to set things straight and man up to apologize for teasing her overboard until she has to suffer scalding in pain. Gathering all the courage I have left, I began walking towards the pantry again but somehow my search comes to no avail when I reached there. As I walked back out passing by Razlan's office, Myra's body was spotted lying on his sofa unconsciously, while he was busy treating her arm with extra care to not hurt her. I immediately have the thought that maybe Razlan has a fling for Myra.
A while after that, Razlan came out of his room heading to the pantry, he glimpsed over at my direction while I pretended to be talking to one of the staff, portraying that I didn't know such thing about Myra's mishap. His appearance was absolutely haywire, his sleeves were rolled up, messy hair, loosened tie and his shirt was untucked and crumpled. I wondered, maybe this is the right time for revenge. I could see it in his eyes the way he looked at her, so full of love and affection. Grinning evilly to the sudden ideas that existed in my brilliant mind, I muttered personally "It's pay back time" and quickly sneaked into his office.
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"Nadir? Wh-what happened?" Myra questioned him as she tried to get up from lying down on the sofa. Without a clue on what was going on, she looked at him with confused eyes, unable to digest the thought that it was Nadir whom had saved her from scalding in pain not the guy who she secretly wished for. She lifted her left arm slowly and examined the gauze that was wrapped around neatly.
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