As the car starts to move towards the direction of the company that I will be working, I noticed that the driver was always keeping a glance at me on the the mirror in front. I suddenly felt nervous on the way he was reacting but I keep silent. I don't wanna over react.
But after a five minutes of travel, he was still doing it and I was getting bothered already. My chest is pounding fast than it's usual beating, so even though I don't know what will happened to me next I still confronted him but in a nice way.
"Is something wrong? Why do you keep glancing at me?" I asked him. My voice is shaking and my hands were already trembling.
But he didn't answer me. Instead, he continue to drive. I heaved out a deep sighed and shook my head. Trying to shoved away the idea that he might had a b
