Replacement Boss In The Inn

28. Equally Go

After dawn, in one of the guest rooms at the Azril inn, in the city of Semarang..

Because last night came home later than usual home in the blue meeting, Ossa immediately fell asleep with wet eyes. So, just this morning packing the goods are not much. But, with gifts for the family at home is a lot. Last night it was not strong and Ossa immediately fell helpless.

Last night, Zoan did not launch his car back into the inn. However, bringing Ossa to a convenience store center souvenirs and souvenirs in the city of Akbar Semarang.

Zoan chose and bought a lot of souvenirs from there. As a last memory to Ossa before actually returning home and never returning to meet each other.

Ossa was not at all eager to buy a share. So it was Zoan who chose so many souvenirs that Ossa would bring in the morning. Zoan considers if Ossa is only reluctant if shopping with him. Especially getting free shopping from him.

Geck..Geck..Geck...Geck..Geck...

Ossa's daydream broke because of the knocking on his bedroom door. Hurry by the door confident that it was Zoan who was standing outside his room. Ossa thinks a taxi could be waiting for him in the lobby.

Ossa felt wrong to think that Zoan was dressed in cocoa and scabbed after dawn as in the inn. Zoan will look handsome and bright.

But apparently not. Zoan has a very neat suit and official tie is very dashing and handsome. Standing up looked at Ossa without a smile. The expression was flat, stiff, even tense.

"Are you ready?" asked Zoan expressionlessly.

"Sorry, not yet. I'm slowly waking up. And I'm packing. Has the taxi arrived?" tanya Ossa was panicking.

"It has. Pack up quietly. Let no one forget. I'll pay for the taxi no matter how long" Zoan said. Holding the door that Ossa had just released after nodding at him.

Zoan followed Ossa into the room. Follows Ossa's every move while packing with his eyes.

"Have you taken a shower, Ossa?" asked Zoan who was standing right behind Ossa.

"Already, boss Zoan. Wake up at dawn," explained Ossa by continuing to pack.

Ossa had finished packing and turned around. Her hair was messy and not tied. But it did not diminish the natural charm of his face.

"I'm ready, boss. Sorry, make you wait." said Ossa smiling. Zoan found the eyes more swollen than last night.

"Ossa, is your dad okay?" ask Zoan to investigate. Ossa quickly nodded.

"Ossa, your salary and bonuses have been transferred to your account." Zoan Sahut. His hand grabbed a large package from the hand of Ossa who seemed to object.

"But you gave me last night" said Ossa reluctantly. But let Zoan carry his heavy things.

"Give it to your parents. I hope your father's pain is cured. And you work with me again" Zoan said. However, Ossa did not want to discuss it again.

"Thank you, boss Zoan." Ossa was feeling very disinclined. Zoan had walked in front of him towards the lobby. The man did not say Ossa.

Apparently, the taxi that leaned in the background of the lobby is not just one unit. Except the two taxi units that look dashing there. With each driver who both appear to be smoking. And they also hurriedly cut off his cigarette suction when they understood that the waiting passengers had arrived.

"Sir, just continue smoking. We'll talk for a minute,,!!" zoan exclaimed at the two taxi kang who seemed to nod later.

Zoan and Ossa stood on the still-deserted terrace of the lobby that morning. They stood a little closer and faced each other.

"Boss Zoan, is it going to Surabaya? This half?" asked Ossa a little looked up at Zoan who kept looking at him.

"Yes, Ossa. I'll just get on the plane. Too long in a taxi. Actually my plan is to take you," Zoan lamented in a deep voice. Maybe this morning it was very cold for him.

"What's going to stay? How many days?" asked Ossa, looking up.

"My plan is to stay too. But if you come. You surprise me, Ossa. So, I'll fly home once my business is done." Zoan says his honest answer to Ossa with his head down.

"Boss Zoan, who's the harem accompanying you this time?" ask Ossa suddenly. Zoan raised an eyebrow and sighed looking at him.

"Are your harems all busy?" ask Ossa back. Zoan looked at Ossa with his eyes.

"I don't want to wear a harem anymore. Carrying a harem besides you, made me insecure. I might be back as I used to be." Zoan spoke with gibberish. I don't like it if the two taxi drivers listen to the conversation with Ossa.

"As before?" re-assess Ossa asked. Zoan smiled suddenly. Makes him look more handsome.

"Yes, Ossa. Like old times. Very fond of making love," said Zoan very vulgar. Perhaps, the cold morning made his head a little disturbed.

Although surprised and embarrassed himself, but Ossa tried to ignore. Instead feeling sad, remembering after this, Zoan would never again be seen.

"What if there, boss Zoan gets rattled by those commercial harems?" tanya Ossa sounded sad.

"Come on, Ossa," Zoan replied seemingly uninspired.

"Why do your business meetings always have a smile? Why not just open it up?" scowl Ossa with the pent-up questions he's been holding all this time.

"They're almost all married. I don't know what they're thinking. Are they tired of the wife at home, I don't understand either. I was the youngest, just getting along and keeping pace. But finally also imitate the ugliness," Zoan replied complaining softly and like a murmur.

"Zoan Boss. I hope you won't be tempted by the commercial harem there" Ossa said earnestly, continuing to raise his face.

Zoan nodded slightly smiling.

"You're gonna work with me again?" asked Zoan to bring it back. And it makes the beautiful face of Ossa back cloudy suddenly.

"Sorry, boss Zoan. I can't work with you anymore." Ossa replied by trying to assert himself.

"Why, Ossa. Besides your father's request to be sick. Is there any other reason for you?"

"What if I help you talk to your father so you can work with me again, if your father is well?" ask Zoan. This time, Ossa was shocked to hear.

"no need. Boss Zoan doesn't have to help me like that. Because,,," said Ossa suddenly. And it seems like he is talking.

"For what, Ossa? Tell me the truth now. Because what?" Zoan asked in a very soft tone and voice. Like hypnotizing Ossa again to speak frankly. Ossa stared hesitantly for a moment.

"Because,,,, me, I'm getting married. My husband-to-be won't let me work all the way. Forgive me, boss Zoan," Ossa said regretfully. Ossa is looking deeply now. There was trepidation when looking at Zoan's response to his explanation.

"What, Ossaaa,,,,,,?!" hiss Zoan exclaims. Just a moment of surprise. His face flattened out slowly when he realized that Ossa seemed restless and probably scared too.

"Are you forced to marry? You're betrothed?" ask Zoan streak. Ossa quickly shook his head.

"No. Not at all." Ossa replied firmly.

"You're so young, Ossa. Why the rush to get married? Why so suddenly?" zoan urged as if he was not satisfied.

"This is my choice, boss Zoan. Please don't rape me," Ossa pleaded. I wanted to cry again but was always held back. Zoan seems disappointed by Ossa's stingy answer.

"Alright, Ossa. Because I'm running out of time too, I'm flying soon. When you arrive, let me know. I still want to hear your true story." Zoan's getting ready to go to the taxi.

"Come on. That one's your taxi. It's paid off in your town. Careful, Ossa,,!" zoan's message to Ossa looking at him

"Boss Zoan.!! Be careful too,,!" reply Ossa. Zoan nodded.

They wave at each other unconsciously. And turn to their respective taxis, taking them to different destinations.

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