8 Stuck

If only apologising to Yan could make the problem clear, it didn't matter to her.

She rushed to the music studio that she had previously entered with Jun, following the previous message that was conveyed by Dea.

Azmya went into the room.

The room seemed empty even though there were several musical instruments inside.

No one was there.

Azmya then called out Yan.

"Yan!" Azmya called him, but there was no answer.

"Is he not here yet?" Azmya asked silently.

Azmya was about to leave the room. But then, she heard the sound of the door being locked.

Azmya saw the door closed. She then tried to open it to get out. But the door could not be opened, meaning that it was indeed locked from the outside.

Azmya slammed the door.

"Hey, who dares to lock me in? I'll hit you back!" Azmya snapped. But there was no answer.

Azmya tried even harder to knock on the door. Somehow, still, no one answered.

This studio room was indeed in the corner of the 2nd floor, so maybe a few people passed by.

Azmya reached her pocket. She found out that she left her phone inside her bag in the class.

She couldn't contact anyone.

Azmya could only rely on someone who might pass by the studio room. She guessed that Yan and the gang were the ones who did this.

They thought that she would be scared and cry here, begging them to open the door.

Azmya laughed sarcastically.

For a tough girl like her, this couldn't scare her. She even experienced more than this when she was in Bandung.

Locking her up like this wouldn't make her scared nor cry.

Azmya circled the studio room with her deep gaze. She also saw the chair she had sat on when she was injured and treated by Jun.

She then went over and sat back on the chair, reminiscing about the incident when Jun cleaned her wound, vice versa.

Azmya blushed. She missed Jun. She wanted to see Jun desperately.

Azmya started to feel frustrated in the room. No one knew how many times she had knocked on the door.

She was still holding out.

Somehow, her stomach was hungry, and her mouth was thirsty. She hadn't had breakfast at all this morning.

Her body began to feel weak. She then looked at her watch. She had been here for an hour.

Her head felt dizzy. It was too cold in the room because the AC was on. She couldn't find the AC remote to lower the temperature.

Her head grew dizzier, and her stomach hurt. She felt weak and helpless. It looked like she was dehydrated. She staggered more and more.

She finally fell and passed out.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door being forced several times. The door was finally opened. It was Jun who forcefully broke the door.

How shocked Jun was to see Azmya already laying on the floor, unconscious. Jun tried to wake Azmya up, but there was no response.

Jun then lifted Azmya's body and tried to take her outside the studio.

He was half running as he carried Azmya to the health room.

At that time, the hallway was quiet because the school was still in progress, and there were no busy students.

Jun was somewhat free to carry Azmya as he half-ran to the health room on the 1st floor.

He asked someone to help Azmya who was unconscious once he arrived there.

Luckily, there was a female student. She told Jun to come out first because she wanted to take off Azmya's clothes and applied eucalyptus oil to regain her consciousness.

Jun complied, and he walked out.

He then went to the canteen to buy something that Azmya could eat.

Jun had touched Azmya's cold hand. He thought that she was starving because she hadn't eaten or drank anything.

If he didn't hear what Dea and Vivian said, talking why Azmya hadn't come back from the music studio room for about an hour, he then wouldn't find her out.

"Is she all right?"

"Why does she need to get there?" Jun asked.

"Iren said that Yan was looking for Azmya. She asked her to come to the music studio once she arrived here." Said Dea.

"Maybe there was something important to discuss?" Dea continued.

"Iren?" Jun asked.

"Yes, Iren was the one who brought the message." Vivian answered.

"Why isn't Yan here then?" Jun asked suspiciously.

"Err ... You don't understand. Iren is Yan's girlfriend, so it's natural for him to ask Iren," Dea replied.

"Something is wrong," Said Jun while running and left his seat out of the classroom.

How shocked he was to find Azmya unconscious in the music studio. He already imagined if something happened to her.

Jun returned to the health room with a box of milk and a packet of bread. The girl told him if Azmya had already realised and she was still limp.

Jun rushed into the room. He saw that Azmya was able to sit on her bedward. Jun walked over to her.

"Are you okay, Azmya?" Jun asked anxiously.

Azmya just nodded weakly. She smiled because Jun saved her and brought her here safely.

Jun gave her the milk he had stucked the straw in before. Azmya was still limp and asked Jun to put the straw in her lips.

Jun then helped her.

Azmya drank the milk as she kept staring at Jun's face, who looked worried about her condition.

After that, Jun unwrapped the bread and then fed Azmya.

Azmya was happy seeing Jun's worried face while feeding her.

She thought when else Jun would treat her sweetly like this. She also tried to smile so that Jun's face was not anxious.

"Thanks, Jun, you've saved me." Said Azmya.

"Are you okay?" Jun asked.

"I just feel my hands are cold, huh!" Azmya replied.

Jun immediately took Azmya's hand. For a moment, Azmya was happy. This made her blood flow a little faster because she could feel Jun's warm hand.

Azmya's face turned red.

Seeing that, Jun then realised that he had dared to hold Azmya's hand. He finally let her hand go.

"Sorry!" Jun exclaimed.

He then lowered his head as a sign that he was feeling guilty. He had acted presumptuously.

Azmya quickly grabbed Jun's hand again and grasped it.

"Why do you apologise for everything?!" Azmya replied, looking at Jun.

"You know, I like you!" Said Azmya, making Jun nervous.

Jun couldn't hide his feelings anymore. He gave up. It was useless to deny it. Azmya had often caught him staring at her silently all this time.

Jun slowly raised his head and looked at Azmya, who was already smiling sweetly. His heart skipped a beat. Somehow, Azmya could always make his heartbeat like this.

Unconsciously, Jun replied with a smile too.

Seeing that, Azmya widened her eyes. She found a rare smile on Jun's face. She saw his dimpled smile that made her immediately fall in love.

Azmya lost her mind and couldn't hold back her hands from holding Jun's face. She thought he was adorable when he smiled.

Jun was a little surprised when Azmya grabbed his face and cheek.

Jun then held Azmya's hand, lowering both hands from his face. He felt embarrassed because, for the first time, a girl touched his face.

Without letting her hands go, Jun reprimanded her politely.

"Can't you hold a guy's face more gently?" Said Jun with a soft smile.