Jealousy

"What is it?" asked Alex when he saw his secretary confused.

Abel wanted to ask whether his boss's emotions had improved or not, but he ignored the question and became a hanging question that made Alex think.

Abel immediately rushed to his room to tidy up a few piles of files on his desk and turned off the computer, and took his bag. After everything was tidy, she immediately patted his forehead; she forgot that today she didn't bring a car that required him to order a taxi online.

Abel's hands seemed to have filled with the things she was carrying, there was a water bottle in his right hand and a laptop she was hugging, and his left hand was busy holding his cell phone and files that he had to take home.

"Here, I'll help," said a man who suddenly came from behind. Airlangga.

"Returning what?" asked Airlangga as his hand took the file in Abel's hand.

"Taxi online, sir," answered Abel curtly.

Abel is very lazy to deal with men like Airlangga even though she doesn't know more about this man yet; she has read his movements and concluded that Airlangga is the type of man who likes to play with women.

"No need to bring them; your beautiful hands will be hurt," said Airlangga when Abel tried to reclaim the file in his hand.

"Come home with me, will you? Because this morning I picked you up, as a good co-worker, I also have to take you home," said Airlangga.

Abel immediately nodded, considering the distance from his office to his house was quite far. After some bad experiences taking taxis online, she was constantly harassed, whether given a wink or an attempt to hold his smooth skin.

Heading to the parking lot, two of them chatted about work from the past to their days in college. Their conversation was a little matched and connected, making laughter never stop.

"Oh yes? I used to study in Uncle Sam's country too. My love for the country made me even more convinced to study there; I studied at the University of Chicago, majoring in Comparative Human Development. One thing I don't forget about Chicago is its nightclubs, almost all of which I've been to," explained Airlangga.

Hearing that story, Abel tried to appreciate every word that came out of Airlangga even though his heart refused to take another car with him.

Arriving at the parking lot, she saw a blue car with a touch of tire rim like a spider's web, making Abel surprised because it was not the same as the car Airlangga had used this morning.

When she stepped closer to the car to see Alex, who had just gotten out of the special elevator for him, Abel was immediately surprised when they stared into each other's eyes.

"Unlucky! It turns out that he came home with Langga!" mumbled Alex.

Instantly Alex's was moved to pull Abel's hand to take him home because he didn't want his secretary to be the next victim of Airlangga.

Before Abel could get into the car, he felt something rising; Alex was already in the middle of the two of them. His annoyed face was getting more visible; his sharp eyes saw Airlangga so viciously like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

Abel could only be silent in a thousand languages; she didn't know what she should do now, considering the two people in front of him were his superiors.

"Let Gabriella come home with me because there is some work to be discussed," said Alex firmly.

"What are you saying? Gabriella, it's time to go home; her work hours are up. You can't just treat employees like that!" Airlangga replied firmly as if he didn't want to lose.

"It's my business. Do not interfere!"

"No. Gabriella will come home with me," defended Airlangga and kept Abel going home with him.

With Alex's strength, he chuckled to ask Abel to go home with him, not caring who asked Abel to go home with him first.

After the debate with Airlangga, Abel was already sitting in Alex's car. His hands trembled because she didn't expect Alex's attitude toward him; his messy hair was neatly trimmed.

"I hope you don't get too close to him!"

Alex's lips spoke while showing a face full of hatred for Airlangga; this situation made Abel even more confused about what made these brothers hate each other so much.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You'll find out later."

On the way, only silence enveloped them; the car eroded the road without a single question coming out of their mouths.

Alex tried to calm himself; today's tension made him tired, and his breath was getting shorter, making it difficult for him to breathe. He was terrified of his asthma relapse at a time like this.

"I'll just get off here, sir," said Abel because he saw his boss's behavior, who seemed to be holding a tightness in his chest. Because he felt bad, he tried to get off at the side of the road and invited his boss to go straight to his apartment.

Alex didn't stop the car even though the tightness in his chest was getting worse, until finally....

* * *

Abel anxiously pushed Alex's body into the nearest hospital's emergency room, trying to provide first aid because he was worried that Alex would not have been saved.

After Alex was put into the emergency room, Abel waited on the patient bench, accompanied by confusion about who to contact first.

With a heavy heart, Abel looked for Airlangga's cell phone number, who had called him then; he tried to calm himself first so he could explain everything adequately.

The phone rang almost three times, but I couldn't find the answer either. He played with his fingers shaking increasingly because it was getting late at night.

"With Mr. Alexander Khan," called a nurse.

Abel immediately rushed to the counter in the middle of the waiting room.

"Goodnight, mother. This is the representative of Mr. Alexander Khan's family?"

Without thinking, Abel immediately nodded his head.

After a lengthy discussion about Alex's condition, Abel was finally allowed to enter Alex's room.

Abel sat next to Alex, who was lying not far away; seeing his condition like this, instantly, the pain in his chest disappeared.

"Can I get your love now? After these few years, I suppressed all feelings and rejected almost all men who approached me?" muttered Abel in his heart.

Suddenly Abel's hand was held by Alex firmly as if he wasn't given space; a tear dripped indirectly through Alex's temple.

His heart is like a plane that lost control; this pounding indicates that there is still a seed of love in it.

"Sorry," Alex said quietly.