Replacement Boss In The Inn

26. A Harem

Food that is always on time is delivered perfectly by the workers of the inn Zoan into the room, always exchanging and varying. Everything tastes delicious even though what is served sometimes is ancient food.

Ossa always feels haru and languish if the menu delivered is a cassava, clorot, wingko, gimbal tofu or green klepon. Reminds me of my mother in her beloved hometown.

During his two years away, Ossa has not returned to the village. It was only the news and sending money every month that Ossa never forgot to do it.

Trifling and light food was delivered in the morning with warm tea, bananas and quail eggs five for breakfast menu. And the afternoon was a heavy treat with his rice.

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Feeling really uncomfortable as paid unemployment, yet trying to be enjoyed. Ossa is relaxing in bed while watching her favorite series of colossal romance drama Princess Agents on mobile.

Repeatedly watched until the end on youtube, Ossa was still carried away by feeling. A sense of emotion, sadness and flowering, still mingled in the chest every time it rotated.

The story of watching the baper ended when someone knocked on the door of his room outside. Ossa believes the man is Zoan's boss. And it is true that the case.

"Boss Zoan,,?" greet Ossa. Zoan was standing in front of his room.

"Ossa, come down with me for a minute." Zoan spoke firmly and then turned around. No more waiting for Ossa's answer behind him.

Ossa was led out of the lobby by the inn boss from a private door directly connected to his house. Heading out at the side corner of the inn which turned out to be a small clothes shop or boutique that also belonged to the inn itself.

There's Azril Boutique there. The name of the inn belongs to Zoan, the same Azril with the name of the inn belonging to Mr. Arzaki on the island of Thousand. Because the two lodgings are far away from each other, are both relics of parents who have died.

His mother, Zoan, is a Semarang native woman who married Mr. Azril who is of Malay descent from a wealthy Singaporean country. They became acquainted when his father Zoan, Mr. Azril traveled in Semarang.

"Ossa, you choose clothes that are beautiful and according to your taste. But adjust to the place I will visit later. In the privacy room a bar in Semarang." Zoan explained as he opened the boutique door.

"Eh, yes, boss Zoan," Ossa nodded despite the confusion. Immediately passed Zoan who was still holding the boutique door.

A female boutique employee immediately greeted and accompanied Ossa. Zoan told the boutique clerk to keep looking for recommendations for some clothes on Ossa. And three beautiful clothes were chosen that for Ossa were quite worthy to wear while going with Zoan as the man's fake harem.

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Zoan brings Ossa with a beautiful makeup and one of the new clothes clean by laundry along with a red sedan on it. Slide across the highway to a big bar in the city of Akbar Semarang.

"Are hospitality lectures also taught to make up, Ossa?" ask Zoan. His voice broke the silence between them. Ossa also looked.

"Of course, boss Zoan. But I learned more from Nola" Ossa replied seriously.

Ossa did not understand if Zoan actually asked because he felt quite salute with Ossa's makeup that looked elegant and beautiful. The man just nodded by continuing to listen to the flow in the streets.

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The magnificent building that reads Executive Bar looks sparkling from the outside. And more impressed when Zoan brought him inside. Ossa's heavy steps suddenly stopped due to Zoan's sudden pull on his hand.

Ossa looked up a little. While holding his chest pounding because of discomfort in places he does not normally visit.

"Ossa, you came here because I brought it. So the people inside, only know if you're my harem, my lover. There may be some we have to talk about. Especially your call to me,"

"Call me by name, mas, mas Zoan. You have to try and you have to, Ossa," Zoan dictated in a very serious tone to Ossa.

The beautiful girl gaped for a while and then nodded.

"Try calling me, Ossa," Zoan pointed at the girl still holding his hand.

"Iyy, yeah, Zoan. What's that like?" asked Ossa nervously on his face. Zoan smiled nodded.

"Very good, Ossa. Remember that" Zoan said in a satisfied tone. Ossa also nodded.

Inside the privacy room, it had been waiting for some adult men and it was probably Zoan who was the youngest among them.

It is true that Zoan described, the five-man male colleagues had been mobbed by at least three women on the left and back right. It even saw a new man coming down from his lap.

Ossa, who had originally sat down to stretch beside Zoan, was forced to remain silent as Zoan pulled him to sit tight and slightly together. Although it feels very shock, but Ossa tried to calm down. Trying to quell fear that Zoan would do nothing further.

Work discussions with fluent English and interspersed with French have been going on for quite a while.

Zoan and a colleague who is also the owner of a hotel in the city of Semarang, have got a mutual agreement. Receive each of the two representatives as a place to stay and transit from their country tour group for one week in the city of Semarang. And all the needs, lodging will back up entirely.

It doesn't just last one round a week. But it continues for months and even reaches years. All have been agreed on a contract file of cooperation agreement that has also been signed together. And ended up shaking hands with each other.

Zoan tried to waste time by re-examining the file. The men begin to play and drift in the delights of a misleading world.

"Mas Zoan, don't you drink?" ask the man who also has a hotel in the city of Semarang with his fluent English.

"Oh, not mas. This time I came alone, not with my driver," Zoan gently refused politely and smiled. And perfect English too.

"Hey, you guys don't look so friendly. That girl isn't your woman?!" exclaim coworkers are French and of course with French. It was directed at Ossa and Zoan. Ossa just smiled without knowing the meaning at all. Ossa can only eavesdrop if they quote with english.

"We are learning to take care of ourselves before there is a marriage bond, sir," Zoan replied smilingly.

"Wow,,! Very good,,!!" sahut the French man while nodding understanding appreciative. However, he resumed light bawdy activities with Indonesian women on his left right.

Zoan uses French which he believes Ossa doesn't understand. But, Zoan held a tense breath as he turned to look at Ossa who also looked very tense beside him. Perhaps, Ossa felt very uncomfortable with perverted people who were floundering and immediately visible in front of his eyes.

Zoan is waiting for the right moment to bring Ossa back in a moment.

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