
The day before the inn was actually opened..
After chatting for a long time with Mr. Ridwan, the name of the new security who turned out to be good at religion, Zoan entered the house and had passed in front of the lobby. Ossa was wiping there. Zoan immediately entered the lobby.
"Ossa," said Zoan flat and soft. The girl who was called looked quickly at him.
"Boss Zoan,,?!" ossa said hello back. Feeling surprised if Zoan comes to say hello this dawn. Men with cocoa clothes and gloved that are always cool to look at in the morning, usually just indifferent to passing through it. Ossa immediately understood what the boss meant by reprimanding him this morning.
"Ossa, what if it's my room you cleaned first in the morning?" ask Zoan. This was quite a surprise for Ossa. But I feel it's not a problem. Ossa nodded.
"Yes, boss. I'll be here soon" Ossa said. Zoan faintly nodded and turned around. Walked again to the door.
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A little thumping in the chest. Grasping a paper bag containing Diana's expensive bra, Ossa walked quickly to the master rooms that were tangled. Fool did not bring the bag, just placed on the sofa and left behind. Continue to move towards Zoan's room. Despite thinking that Zoan might be in the study, the room next to his bedroom, Ossa knocks on the door quietly.
The ceklerk!
Zoan was not in the study, but was opening his own bedroom door. Looked at Ossa for a moment and retreated. Open the door wider in his room.
Ossa suddenly hesitated. Zoan is no longer in the shops, but only wears a white shirt but still wears a striped holster. Feeling sorry, maybe he came too soon to Zoan's room. But it's already gone.
"Come in," Zoan rebuked at Ossa's disgust at the door. The man stepped back and turned around. It turned out that Zoan did not also ask for Diana's bra.
Ossa stepped forward and walked into the room feeling uneasy. Letting the door close itself behind him.
No more wasting time. Ossa immediately began his work. Fulfilling anything that is far from Zoan. The man was probably exchanging clothes behind the open door of his closet. However, Zoan was not seen. Ossa glanced at a smile.
There was no conversation between the boss and his staff. Ossa drifted away by moving and packing. Not caring about Zoan sitting on the sofa holding his iPhone. I don't know what the room owner did. Ossa no longer dares to steal a glance, after his last stunt is caught wet by Zoan's eyes that look shiny on him.
Until everything is done, Zoan is still sitting on the sofa leaning. Lay your head on the back of the sofa and hold your smartphone in your lap.
"It's all done, boss Zoan. Excuse me." Ossa took a quick goodbye and walked to the door. There was not a single small voice from Zoan. The man also did not go to his study next door.
Ossa had come out with Zoan's dirty clothes in the basket he had carried. I don't want to look as silly as yesterday. Laundry and cleaning workers have not been brought in. Mak Murni said, otherwise it will be night tomorrow morning.
Ossa knocked on the door a few times quietly.
Cheats,,!
Zoan seems to be holding the door that opened a little.
"What's wrong? Is something left behind?" ask Zoan. It seemed surprising to Ossa who returned to his room. Ossa stalling paper bag on Zoan.
"This, boss. I accidentally washed it too. If there is damage, I did it unintentionally. It's just a washing process. And this morning you promised your girlfriend last night to drive her early in the morning" Ossa said, speaking quickly. Zoan looked surprised and stunned with a wrinkled furrow on his forehead.
" You are absolutely right. I forget. Thank you, you have reminded me, Ossa," Zoan said. Immediately received the paper bag from Ossa's hand. However, his gaze did not also shift from staring inside the girl. This morning Ossa was dressed much more modestly and behind closed doors than he was yesterday morning.
"Together, boss Zoan. Excuse me" said Ossa and turned around.
"Ossa," call Zoan in a soft word. Ossa stopped and turned around slowly. Worried if his ears hear wrong.
"Boss Zoan called me,,?" ask Ossa to make sure. Don't want to be counted.
"Yes, just wanted to tell you. Last night, I wanted to ask you about this Diana thing. But you guys are so engrossed in chatting the three in the room. Is talking about me really fun?" asked Zoan in a sharp enough tone. But his handsome face looks flat.
And, of course Ossa was surprised. It feels like hanging or being skinned. Very well remember what was granted last night, between Nola, Murni, and himself about the little behavior of Zoan's boss. Ossa looked down deeply.
"Sorry, boss Zoan... We didn't mean it that way... We didn't intentionally, that conversation just happened," Ossa explained stiffly and with a bit of distress. Raising his face and looking at Zoan slowly. Ready to receive the man's angry outburst.
"Ossa, do you think I'm a dirty man?" asked Zoan from the door of his room. His eyes glittered sharply at Ossa's face.
The one asked was surprised. Didn't expect Zoan to ask Ossa about himself like that. Confusion struck Ossa for a moment. Dumb at the way Zoan looked at him.
"Emmm, do you intend to leave your lovers, boss?" asked Ossa confused himself. But ventured into a faint and stiff smile. Suddenly feeling regretful with his presumptuous answer just now.
"Ossa,, go. Do your job" Zoan broke up softly. The man retreated and closed the door of his room quietly.
Ossa's feet were on the floor. Feeling guilty and restless, but not clear with what his mistake was. Sure that whatever he says, or what they screwed up last night, is true and not fabricated. Is boss Zoan angry..??