Replacement Boss In The Inn

70. Wound

In order to keep Murni in bed, not wanting a relationship scandal with Zoan sniffed the cook, Ossa wakes up slowly. Stand up and get away from his sleeping position.

"Follow me, Ossa," whispered Zoan to Ossa. The handsome man stood looming in front of him.

Zoan turned around and stepped ahead of Ossa towards the family's main hall. Ossa followed behind him with a forced. Feelings of anxiety and do not want to be a material in the inn, it makes the beautiful girl according to easy.

Zoan had been standing in the room with the door leaf held in his hand. Waiting for Ossa to come inside together.

Zoan closed the door quickly as Ossa had passed through the door a few seconds earlier. They stood facing each other in silence.

"What's wrong?" ossa asked Zoan who was still leaning against the door.

Zoan was silent with his eyes watching Ossa's face clearly being furious at him. But Zoan doesn't seem to care. The desire to embrace Ossa, the last harem that is still owned and teased in the eye, is so hard to shake again. Forgetting who Ossa is today.

"There's nothing. I just want to be hugged" Zoan said firmly. Like abstaining from retreating with his unfulfilled wish.

Ossa was instantly pounding faster. It was true what he was worried about, Zoan still wanted him as a harem. And even more troubling, if Zoan demands more than a hug. Ossa is scared.

"If boss Zoan is nothing, I want to get out. I don't want to hug you anymore. We are nobody. Me, I owe you. But I really want to pay for it" replied Ossa evasively.

Don't want to drown yourself in his deep feelings for Zoan. The guy will just like to play games. His status is really unclear now. Although Arzaki never burdened her with their marriage, Ossa seemed to have a moral and mental burden of its own. Can't do anything as he pleases.

"You don't want to hug me?" asked Zoan repeating. Ossa nodded quickly.

"No," replied Ossa firmly.

"If so, let me hold you. I really want to hug you" Zoan said. Stepping forward approached Ossa with his slow steps.

But Ossa did not step away and back. Zoan's slow movements, able to make it melt instantly. Ossa could no longer deny his heart and feelings.

Let Zoan get closer and closer. The man hugged with both hands. Ossa did not retaliate, and felt that Zoan was not tightly embraced. His hands were large, just coiled around Ossa's shoulders and back with a stretch. It feels like bland, Zoan has never been like this. Zoan's hug has been warm all along. But...

"Emmm.. I don't want to," whined Ossa in panic and surprise. Zoan had held and held his head. The man will touch his lips on Ossa's lips.

"A little bit, Ossa," Zoan told Ossa.

"No," said Ossa. While dodging as Zoan tried to approach his lips back.

Ossa's two hands were still hanging stiffly, while pushing Zoan's stomach back firmly at once. Trying to keep away from Zoan.

"Aarrrghhhh..!!!" Zoan shrieked loudly as he quickly took off a hug and held onto his stomach.

"Zoan Boss.. Why??!" Ossa was panicked and confused. Don't know what's wrong with Zoan.

Zoan seemed to be in a lot of pain as he shifted towards the bed. Then spread slowly while continuing to grimace with closed eyes. It feels so pity. Ossa held his breath very tense.

"Boss Zoan,,??? What's your pain,,??!" Ossa was panicking. Zoan's thin and soft tshirt, and white, appears to seep red on the abdomen. Ossa was convinced it was blood red. And of course very worried about him.

"Boss Zoan, sorry. Do you have any injuries? Did my hand hit him? I didn't mean it.." Ossa was confused and feeling sorry.

"Ossa,, get it, my backpack.." Zoan said as he pointed towards the sofa in the room. There's his backpack there. Ossa hurried to take.

"Here, the backpack," Ossa said as he put the backpack on the bed.

Zoan asks Ossa to pick up a spray bottle from inside the backpack and a pack of special wound cleaning wipes. Ossa complied.

Although surprised, but Ossa had often guessed. That amazing flat-plated stomach was being stained. A patch bandage is being attached just below the navel.

The white bandage seeped blood and some of it flowed slightly out. Ossa felt nauseous and a bit dizzy in his head. Imagine how much pain it feels. Ossa had been pressing down strongly with all his energy.

"Boss Zoan, what's this wound on your stomach,,?" asked Ossa with a trembling voice. It felt so weak to see the blood seeping. Especially since he just.

Zoan explained as he pressed the spray bottle towards his bloody bandage. Clean using the wound tissue so carefully. The man did it himself right without even looking at it. Zoan seems to have taken care of the wound himself. Ossa feels better.

"Why did you get the wrong shot?" asked Ossa in a soft and slow tone. Zoan.

"Actually the one being sought by the police, Haru Masako, was almost caught. During the tragedy of the chase, I happened to follow. Because I was furious, I went after him. And that's when one of the cops opened fire. In her eyes, I am Haru Masako, ", Zoan said.

"So all this time," said Ossa hanging. Greeted a nod of the head by Zoan.

Ossa immediately understood, where exactly Zoan had been. Ah, it feels so sorry for him. Ossa looked at the man lying limp in the bed.

"Boss Zoan, is the cop who misfired in prison?" asked Ossa in a pity and did not accept.

"No, Ossa. I've taken chances from them. I shut up with this misfiring. Provided,,, the inn must still be allowed to operate. Although the owner of the sabu has not been arrested. I'm sure that the shabu keeper is Haru Masako. But run where, she?" zoan said to himself.

"So, the guest of the inn who is still wanted will never be arrested?" ask Ossa to Zoan. The substitute boss at the handsome inn had already opened his eyes and was listening to him.

"Yes, Ossa. The fact is hidden. The public only knows that Haru Masako has not been found until now. Haru Masako is not out of state. It could still be hiding around the Thousand Islands. It just feels dead-end to detect, where Haru Masako is hiding," Zoan said.

"So, boss Zoan thinks if this misfiring is a blessing behind the calamity?" ask Ossa. The dizziness and nausea in his head subsided. Zoan's bandages and stomachs are cleaner.

"Hmmmh... Like that, Ossa. I can make up for my mistakes at the inn. Business operation license, will automatically be helped published by them." Zoan explained as he placed a spray bottle and dirty tissue next to his stomach.

"Boss Zoan, do you want to change clothes?" asked Ossa while looking at Zoan's stained clothes.

Zoan nodded. Ask Ossa to get any clothes from the closet. Ossa rushes towards the unlocked closet. Zoan clothes are not much, but very neat and fragrant. The substitute boss takes care of the contents in his own closet.

Zoan was sitting down and taking the medicine with bottled mineral water, when Ossa returned to bed with a change of clothes.

The shirt was removed and thrown on the floor. Ossa feels clumsy when Zoan catches him looking at the perfect body without the shirt by accident. Immediately extended a shirt to Zoan and turned to look for busyness.

Packing spray bottles, tissues and clothes on the floor. All re-laid on the sofa. Ossa intends to wash the blood-stained tshirt later.

"Ossa,,!" get Zoan out of bed. Ossa looked at him with disdain. Zoan was already wearing neat clothes. It is no longer visible if the man keeps a deep enough wound behind his branded shirt.

"What's up, boss Zoan?" asked Ossa with a thumping chest. It seemed that Zoan was still dissatisfied with the initial scene earlier. That look of the eye is no longer in pain, but it calls for attention.

"Ossa, as long as I'm taken care of, no one will accompany me. I'm just on my own. After the operation, I also experienced not being able to move at all. It all depends on the nurse. If only that time were to take care of me was you, I would have been more excited" Zoan explained slowly. It is like talking without direction and purpose. But Ossa understood what Zoan was talking about.

"I'm sorry, I never took care of you. But it hurts your wounds. Why won't you tell me?" ossa said with her protest question. Then sit down near Zoan on the bed.

"Ossa, do you feel sorry for me?" ask Zoan. The man slowly returned.

"I feel very sorry for you" Ossa said softly, nodding his head.

"Come, Ossa. Hug me. Just hugging. That one, sorry, I forgot myself" Zoan said bluntly. And this is what's troubling for Ossa. Zoan still wanted to hug him. How's this..

"But, I.." Ossa looked down and confused. She wanted to hug, but was also afraid of her status.

"Just in a minute, Ossa," whined Zoan. Reaching the hand of Ossa who was sitting close beside him. Pulling until Ossa collapsed together and hugged his chest tightly.

Ossa did not refuse. Letting Zoan help to smash his rabar. Ignoring the fear of his sin on Arzaki. Ossa just wants to enjoy the warm feeling when he is close to the dream filler man and his heart.

As usual, Zoan had closed his eyes. Didn't want Ossa to feel clumsy if he looked at it. Zoan was satisfied and pleased. Enjoying things that are very desirable lately, although hard-earned to calm himself. Ignoring for a moment the guilt on Arzaki.

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