The Unforgettable Story
Section 47

Perhaps it was this man who made the previous three candidates go home with an angry and disappointed expression. He knows how to choose the people who work for him. Section chief, it's appropriate that he intervened directly to do the selection process. This was the person the previous candidate had feared? What has Kirana been doing all this time? How could he not know who was the chief director of the company he had worked for these six years?

He glanced towards the man's watch sitting in the middle. The clock was large enough that Kirana could see both needles. An hour has passed. Exact guess. The two women were also men who just finished being interviewed out with reddened faces because they faced the man. If it wasn't because he had mentally prepared for today's interview, he would have ended up like them too.

The next hour, the question came from the other two men. If judged by their questions, they are a psychologist and an expert in the field of marketing. Kirana answered their questions with passion and confidence. As long as he did not look towards that main director who had not stopped looking at him, he could calm his heartbeat.

Being honest is his habit. He should not hesitate to answer all the questions asked by one of them. He is also not reluctant to give examples of how to lead meetings, promote and offer products, or anything they ask him to do. It was easy for him to do all that.

Out of the room, Kirana felt relieved as well as satisfied with herself. The man who had walked her with the other candidates from the ground floor to the floor had been waiting for her near the elevator. Kirana returned her smile and walked into the elevator followed by Jerry.

Just a moment away, the elevator door opened. The man invited Kirana to wait in the lobby. With a frown, he stepped out. They just moved one floor up. His frown deepened when the man did not come out with him. Realizing what had just happened, he turned around and looked at the number shown on the right side of the elevator door. He's on the top floor of the building.

Suddenly his arm was clasped tightly and he was dragged to walk after the person holding his arm. Kirana. Romeo. The man opened the right part of the double door in front of them. The room inside was spacious and elegant, suitable for a main director. The door closed again and in an instant he was already in the man's arms.

“Oh, God. You're real.” whispered as he buried his face in Kirana's neck. He felt the man take a deep breath inhaling his hair.

Kirana closed her eyes. The Rome is real too. He was here. He didn't have to go far to look for her abroad. He's been here all along. Kirana wrapped her hands around the waist of the man she missed. The smell is the same. He took a long breath. As the man's embrace loosened, Kirana reluctantly also let go of his embrace.

The man's hand touched his face and began to trace it with his fingertips. It is as if trying to remember what changed and what is still the same. His eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, his chin, his jaw and then ended up on his neck. Kirana closed her eyes. Still same. The sensation arising from Romeo's touch on his body is still the same.

“You're getting beautiful.” Romeo smile. She kissed his neck while inhaling deeply, turning to his jaw and cheek. “You didn't change your perfume or lotion.”

“Six years I was expecting you to appear suddenly in front of me. No, I won't wait any more.” He refused his request. Then the man's lips touched his.

Kirana's heart was pounding rapidly suffocating her chest. They are not in a hotel in Singapore where no one knows who they are. In this place everyone knew the man well. Some of them also knew who the woman he was kissing was. Kirana tried to turn her face away. But quickly the man held his back neck. Her hand that was on Kirana's back was holding her body from getting away from her.

“Pak,” Kirana said as the man kept his head away for a moment.

“If you're afraid someone will come in and see us, don't worry. I've locked the door.” The man kissed her again.

Kirana is not fighting him anymore. That's no use. He let the man he missed do what he wanted. Every single thing he's been dreaming of for six years. But dreams are never as good as they are in reality. He misses this, his touch, his warmth, his passion. He misses the way the man made him want it.

Her legs felt increasingly weak, Kirana wrapped her hands around the man's neck to lean on him. They kissed for so long, he could no longer count the time. This was better than he had imagined when they were in the execution room earlier. But when the man's hand moved from the side of his body up to almost touch his chest, Kirana's eyes opened wide.

“No. Not like this.” Kirana held the man's hand with hers. The man stopped reluctantly but did not stop his kiss. His chest was so congested with the rumbling of his heart that it did not also subside. It would be painful to stop now, but Kirana could not let them go any further. “I beg. Let me go.”

Romeo kissed her lazily before stopping. He looked at Kirana's face for a moment then nodded slowly. He let go of his embrace, walked towards the door, and opened it. Kirana looked at the door expectantly. He walked one step. Romeo was still standing still in his place. The next step, he walked faster. When they got close, the man grabbed her wrist and then peeked at her cheek. Kirana rounded her eyes. The man smiled triumphantly then let go of his grip.

The opportunity was used by Kirana to get out of the room immediately. Once he was sure that the man was not following him, he immediately searched the bathroom. He couldn't possibly let anyone else in the building see him in this state. He must be very messy.

As soon as he saw the toilet emblem, he immediately followed the direction indicated by the arrow. There was no one else in the ladies' room. He groaned slowly looking at his reflection in the mirror. Her hair was falling apart out of her clasps, her face was flushed red, and her lipstick was clapping around her lips. Shit, he swore in the heart. Quickly he pulled himself back. He needs to perform well in public.