Replacement Boss In The Inn

33. Zoan Sick ?

A small inn, but looks beautiful and magnificent in the city of Semarang...

The handsome man with a large stature and too handsome tried to keep away the beautiful woman who was struggling on his chest. But the woman kept trying to hug and hold him.

"Stay away, Luna. Don't try to stick me up like this. I'm sick anyway." The man who was tangled but very cute was trying to push again the body of a woman named Luna.

"Mas Zoan has been taking medicine regularly from last night, even the doctor said your condition is good. What's the pain anyway, mas,,?" ask Luna gently. His hands while trying to fumble Zoan's neck.

"Lemes it feels, Luna. I want to rest. You go," said Zoan again pushing slowly Luna's shoulder. Zoan was lying down and Luna was hugging.

"Why the hell, so weird. Usually no problem. Especially when sick, Zoan always wants to be accompanied and embraced. Now why not?" luna complained, now she was sitting on the chair next to the bed.

Zoan pulled the blanket over his neck and rubbed his face. Looking at Luna.

"Luna, I'm sorry. We should not have to meet each other if for personal matters. I don't want to commit any more major sins."

"Honey yourself. You are a woman, one day married. Don't you feel guilty about your husband? Your father is a Hajj after all. Have pity on your father, Luna," said Zoan softly.

Luna looked at him.

"Mas Zoan, you don't want to marry me?" ask Luna frankly. Surprise and disappointment were clearly implied in his eyes.

"Sorry Luna, I cannot marry you. We agreed, it's just happy fun. I'm not your first man" Zoan explained without hesitation.

"But to me, Zoan is my last man" said Luna complaining.

"Don't be like that. I don't want to, Luna," insisted Zoan once again.

"Hik,,hik,, Mas Zoan is evil!!" luna shouted while standing up. Throwing bolsters at Zoan loudly and origin, before turning away while continuing to sound crying. But Zoan did not even glance at Luna's back with her disappearance in the slightest.

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The middle of the day dzuhur..

Zoan who smashed down the lanterns was not excited, suddenly bouncy and sat down. The sound of a cell phone on the table next to the bed, making him fit instantly. There's a Zaki mas name on the phone screen. Immediately grabbed and diaccepted it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, mas," regards Zoan to his older brother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Mr. Arzaki from across.

"How, mas? When are you flying?" ask Zoan quickly.

"Yes, Zoan. My family and I will be back soon. Thank you for your hard work. Sorry, it's been a long time bothering you." Mr. Arzaki spoke in a reticent tone.

"It doesn't matter if Zaki quickly returns. Continue your inn operations. I feel very bothered if I have to take care of both," Zoan greeted firmly.

"Did the three of them still hang in there?" ask Mr. Arzaki.

"You mean,,?" asked Zoan unsure. But also guess who the three of them were kidnapped by the brother.

"Ossa, Nola and Pure. Is it all still there?" ask Mr. Arzaki.

Zoan was silent, his facial jaw hardened with a tense expression. Zoan's handsome face looked very gloomy.

"There, except Oqtissa. He's not around," Zoan replied in a voice as if choking suddenly.

"Ossa?! Doesn't she exist? Where's the girl, Zoan?!" mr. Arzaki sounds like panic across the street.

Zoan staggered. His older brother seems to care a lot about Ossa.

"He went back to Rembang. Married, mas," Zoan replied rather softly.

"What,,?? Married married?? No way! Marry who is she, Zoan?!" ask me, Mr. Arzaki.

"Ossa that work for me brought Pure. Avoiding the boyfriend who is chasing her. Ossa did not want, it turns out his girlfriend played a lot behind him. Even when Ossa found out, Ossa would be raped and forced to marry." Mr. Arzaki was silent. Zoan was silent listening by holding his long breath.

"Ossa also does not want to go home, because her father's debt to the bank is much. For the cost of college first. Who did Ossa get married to, Zoan? The girl also had no boyfriend during her work at the inn. I went to Brunei as recently as yesterday. It is impossible to quickly have a girlfriend and get married," said Mr. Arzaki astonished himself on the phone.

"really? Why, Zaki is so considerate and caring?" asked Zoan muttered. His eyes looked empty. I don't know what's inside his head.

"Of course, Zoan.. Ossa, and they're like my own family. After all, from the beginning, Ossa worked very well. He has never made a fatal mistake once," said Mr. Arzaki across the street.

Zoan just shut up. The call was silent for a moment.

"Alright, Zoan. Actually no problem. It was Ossa's personal business. I'm just so surprised. Zoan, you still hear me??" ask Mr. Arzaki. Zoan is very quiet across the street.

"Yes, mas.Masih," said zoan briefly.

"alright. I've already made this call. If me, your brother-in-law and your three nieces and nephews are leaving, I'll call you, Zoan," Mr. Arzaki said.

"Yes, mas. Careful. Greetings to them," welcome Zoan.

" You are also careful. Assalamu'alaikum, Zoan." Mr. Arzaki had a deep greeting before closing his call.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Come back, mom!" sahut Zoan exclaimed, before the call was ended by Mr. Arzaki.

Zoan's movements were very fast as it slid back into the bed. But by getting rid of the blanket and rolling away from him. Zoan observes the ceiling of the plavon in the room with a look of air.

Suddenly moved quickly and grabbed his phone again. Zoan contacted someone and spoke seriously for quite a while. Then closed the call with a tense expression.

Zoan woke up quickly. Grabbing a towel and walking straight to the bathroom. The strapping body disappeared with the slammed door closing very quickly. It was so agile like it wasn't sick before.

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On the coast of Rembang, on the coast of Ginger Karang off Ashar..

The large mirror attached to the door of the closet does have a double function. In addition to decorating the closet door, also as a means of glass.

So too with the owner girl. Ossa was standing in front of the cupboard mirror looks elegant and beautiful. Dressing a robe with a beautiful veil that wraps around her tiny hair and head.

Ossa will be going to the Masjid with Mita this afternoon. In addition to representing his family coming to the mosque while bringing rice blessings, he will also be desperate to apply for a loan to the treasurer of the Mosque in Rembang village. Today is the commemoration of the events of the prophet Isra Mi'raj in the month of Rajab.

Actually very embarrassed, but how else. Nothing else is owned. Borrowing from an official financial institution, Ossa has no proof of ownership. All certificates are in the hands of Mr. Karman's family. Only the supply of connection is what Ossa is trying to do.

Mita has come to pick me up. They both greeted their mother at home. Mita again brought Ossa to slide towards the village mosque in her bonce. The two friends did not realize that the twins, Ossa's sister whined to follow the brother to the mosque.

"Hopefully this time it works out, Os!" mita from the front. The exotic tomboyish girl changed like a celestial angel when she was dynamic and hooded. It's so sweet.

"Yes, Mit. Thanks. If it fails, I don't know anymore, Mit!" lamented Ossa exclaimed expectantly in the back.

"Yes, Os! I want to help you, too, but how. Father's certificate is also already on the Imam!" exclaim Mita regrets.

"Well ah, Mita! Hopefully our family will soon escape from this round of usury, Mit. Aamiin!" ossa said and secured himself loudly in the back.

"Amale!!!" welcome Mita exclaiming and supporting assurance.

After tracing the path for a few minutes, they had begun to enter the background of the mosque...

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