Replacement Boss In The Inn

18. Nola Sick

The guest greeter was still left standing and was reluctant to ask himself to pass. Hope quickly there is an addition delivered or he is told to go out of the workspace. But boss Zoan was still immersed in the reverie of his mind. The man was looking down and tapping the pencil on his smart iphone.

A few seconds later, Zoan raised his face.

"You don't mind coming to Semarang with me?" ask the boss to Ossa. The one asked shook his head quickly.

"How many days do I have to study appeals at your inn, boss?" Ossa was honest with his curiosity.

"Depending on you, how much time you have to understand a little about my lodging" Zoan said. Looking at Ossa at a glance.

"If only one day I'd understand,,?" ask Ossa at his fastest possible. Zoan looked at him again.

"Are you sure you're that smart?" ask Zoan. There was a slight smile on his lips.

Ossa. Feeling that Zoan's smile is a gift to her. Two feet of heat so slightly floated.

"If only, boss... Do I have to come back here the same day?" ask Ossa wander. Zoan raised his handsome face looking at.

"Didn't you like going to Semarang? Or are you just worried if it's not there for long?" asked Zoan who sounded confused.

"No. I am very interested in going to Semarang. I just feel like I need refreshing, boss. But, I also did not dare to stay there for long. Because my goal was to get there, you told me to learn," replied Ossa self-knowledge.

"good. You have to remember, the purpose of you I brought to Semarang is not to rotate," said Zoan quite spicy sounding. Of course Ossa does not matter, sumua understands that Zoan's attitude is warm-warm chicken shit.

"Yes, boss. I understand." Ossa nodded.

"Ossa, starting tonight, you can help create a new job search. Terms and conditions according to position, I've sent in your email," said Zoan.

"Have you made it, boss?" ask Ossa.

"Therefore" said Zoan, looking straight at Ossa.

"What if a copy of the finished vacancy sheet that the boss sent me?" ask Ossa to bid. Know if making a vacancy sheet will also take time. What is difficult if something is easy..

"All right, I'll make it first. You'll just spread it out, Ossa." Zoan felt sorry for Ossa. The pretty face in the uniform looked tired. Feeling guilty if he has squeezed their energy which may be excessive.

"Thank you, boss," welcome Ossa to feel relieved.

"You may rest" said Zoan, telling Ossa to go smoothly.

"Yes, boss. Excuse me," said Ossa, nodding. Then turned around and walked out of the boss's study room in relief. There is no reprimand for the errors of any reports that have been made in the work. It was his own satisfaction and calmness to him.

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Intention to quickly enter into the room undo. The sound of hoek vomiting from the outside bathroom next to the room, very clear and worrisome. Ossa knew the voice of the vomiting woman was Nola.

Ossa waited long enough. Nola did not open the door when Ossa knocked. And finally it opened up followed by Nola who came out from the inside slowly.

"My stomach hurts, Oss. Nausea and my head is dizzy" complained Nola. According to the time Ossa led to return to the room.

"Sir, may there be any influence on your pregnancy? Maybe you're tired, mbak," concluded Ossa worried.

"No, Ossa. I don't want my pregnancy to go away. I think it's just a tadpole" Nola replied grimacingly. Now Ossa is in bed.

"Mak Nola ate?" ask Ossa.

"Already, Oss. Actually not taste, but for the sake of my content, I just wanted to go in. But it just came out again when vomiting," said Nola naampak weak.

"Sir, I rubbed the oil on his back while massaging as I could" Ossa bargained. Opening the briefcase and taking the eucalyptus oil.

Nola who really likes to be massaged, without answering immediately tilted the body. Remove the shirt on the side quickly.

Ossa immediately rubs the smooth back of the Nola gently and evenly. Then massaged with the rest of his tired energy. Ossa did slowly until drowsiness came to attack.

"Is it okay, mbak?" ask Ossa to hope.

"Yes, Oss. It's been mending, no more dizziness." Nola pulled the blanket higher. The shirt has been re-installed.

"Ossa," call Nola. Now it's stretched upwards.

"What's up, mbak?" Ossa. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed and was intending to go to her room.

"My agent for you, Oss. As much as your boyfriend. Anything with your girlfriend. Just one of your principles, do not want to sleep before marriage, Oss. You'll be half dead like me."

"Reply wrong. Which makes me think I'm dead. But he could not make his son die. He also felt condemned by bringing his son alive. You can't be as stupid as I am, Oss. Look for a good man, not a jerk or an obscure one." Nola spoke looking at Ossa with water spilling from both her eyes.

"Mbak Nola, be patient. Vim. Just take the silver. Not all women are as capable as you. Not all women are as strong as you. Nola's mom is great. Ma'am Nola was the woman he chose to live this great life. Now I have experience and knowledge. Must be strong and passionate. And enough to learn a lesson like this. Patience, ma'am," said Ossa trying to give spirit to Nola.

"Thank you, Oss. You never cornered me. That amuses me so much. I've had it, Oss. You rest there" said Nola, patting Ossa's thigh gently.

"Yes, mom. Ma'am Nola rest yes. If you need anything, call me. Or just call, mbak." Ossa stood up from his seat. Walk backwards to the door.

Nola nodded. " Yes, Oss. Don't worry" said Nola smiling. Looking at Ossa who then turned his body. Open the door and exit.

His stomach and head still hurt a little. But speaking with Ossa, there was a bit of spirit and calmness to be felt.

Not hypocritical, although it looks silent, Nola is actually feeling fear and anxiety about life that is bearing the disgrace and burden.

While the old man who is actually quite rich, has crossed himself as the heir of the family. Given how disappointed and angry the parents are. Think of Nola as an ungodly girl. Because men prefer unclear than the rules of parents.

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