Replacement Boss In The Inn

77. When Divorced...

Ossa trailed Murni towards the kitchen to put the tray and glass in the sink. Then position yourself in the sink and wash it off quickly. Despite the lightning, Ossa is sure if the glass is very clean and tight.

"Ossa, you know, who told me to look for you in Mr. Zoan's room?" tanya Pure whispered. His voice is very small. Only Ossa could hear.

"No. Who told you to, mom?" asked Ossa quickly and curiously.

Purely looked at Ossa with his tired eyes that looked sleepy. Then point to the front in the guest room.

Ossa rolled his clear eyes wide. Arzaki out of the room? Usually, the man will not come out of the room again when the night is empty. Especially looking for him at night. Ah, it felt impossible if it was Arzaki. That guy??

"So, why were you there for so long? Annexed new money, you.." Purely asked while taking a sharp turn at Ossa.

"I thought you were out of the ginger drink earlier. I thought you were doing some shit in the back room. I waited until I fell asleep, "pure said protesting.

Ossa hasn't said anything. The girl had stored the utensils in the glass cupboard. Dye hands with a clean cloth that folds neatly on the kitchen table.

"Let's get our mak to sleep," Ossa said by walking ahead.

"Eh, Ossa, answer first," Pure rebuked with a sultry expression.

But Ossa kept walking quickly towards the thick foam in front of the television where he slept with Pure. Nola rarely goes to bed together. Feeling like his stomach will cramp if he sleeps on the floor.

Although Arzaki and Zoan had once appointed a guest room again for them to occupy, but Murni and Ossa compact refused.

"Sir, Mr. Arzaki told me what to say?" ask Ossa curiously. His voice was very soft and low, but not whispering. As well as Pure, they are unpretentious carefully.

Purely sneered at Ossa looking annoyed. They had put blankets on each other's bodies. Ossa smiled at Murni.

"So when I came out, same Mr. Zoan told me to wait. Until the water runs out." Ossa gave the excuse to Murni.

"For a long time, until I fell asleep. The water is not hot. Lie to me, your sin, Ossa," said Purely as if in disbelief.

"I'm not lying, mom. It was told to wait," said Ossa in a resigned tone. Purely glanced at Ossa in silence.

"Listen, Oss. Mr. Arzaki woke me up. He said, please call Ossa in Zoan's room, it's night, tell him to go to bed quickly. He said, how does he know?" ask Purely in wonder.

Ossa was surprised. Even as an instant shock. Inexhaustible on the fact how Arzaki knew so confidently about himself in Zoan's room..

"Is it really like that, mom?" asked Ossa in an anxious tone. Very worried if Arzaki is prejudiced, even though the prejudice is not wrong.

There is no truth from Pure. It turned out that the kitchen lord had darted off in sleep. Ossa understands that Murni is very tired. Activities in the kitchen to serve visitors, it is very draining, mind and mind.

Ossa continues to think, how does Arzaki know if he came to Zoan's room. So it's not very calm.

However, Ossa is still able to smile with a loud thump if he remembers Zoan's behavior to him. A wonderful sensation he felt for the first time in life. From the man who made him drop to his knees so easily. Although there are regrets and realize she is just a harem girl, there is still a sense of liking and willing.

Ossa may be on the wrong path and misguided. If a few months ago he really did not like the Zoan lifestyle that I want and free. It turns out that it is not denied if he was part of Zoan's freedom now.

Ossa is not a victim, but a volunteer. Same status with the lovers Zoan who had been sneered and bibibahannya with gang maid in the back room. Ah, then how to crush this puja and willing taste.

Finally, the girl who was fretting about flowering was sleepy and asleep..

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Two weeks later...

The grown man who again looked straight walking had just played basketball on the back garden court. Located behind a row of maid gang rooms. As usual, there is a wife who always accompany her. More precisely, he always carried it with him wherever he went.

"Trims, Ossa,,!" sahut Arzaki while welcoming the water bottle that Ossa had pointed at him. Ossa nodded with a smile.

"Ossa, God willing next week I'm going to Brunei Darussalam. Taking my son. I don't want him to forget me" Arzaki said. His hands open the bottle of water. Then cut half of it.

"Mother often video calls. Cook will forget?" ask Ossa in response. Indeed that is part of his task, chiming in whatever Arzaki said. So that the man does not feel lonely and empty.

"But of course it feels different, Ossa. Either my son or myself," explained Arzaki with glaring eyes. The grown man with the sweat on it looked very handsome and stocky. Like never hit a severe physical case in his body.

"Yes, sir. Maybe I don't understand," Ossa said.

Realize if he has no experience with the inner relationship between parents and children. But, it might be almost the same as his feelings for the parents. Heavier mana, the taste of parents in children. Or the taste of the child in the parents?? Ossa wonders..

"You will understand if one day you have a child, Ossa," concluded Arzaki.

"Eh, yes sir," replied Ossa clumsily. The girl turned away, because Arzaki was still looking at her.

"Ossa, have you never thought about having a child?" ask Arzaki suddenly. Of course it makes Ossa sniffle.

"Eh, anu sir. I felt unprepared, too young to have children. But, maybe if I was really married, I would automatically think," Ossa replied.

Intentionally said with the intention of insinuating. Hope Arzaki understands what he means. Ossa still expects talak from the man to any time. Like Arzaki's promise before marrying that time.

"Is that so,,?" arzaki's response later.

"Yes, sir. I want to marry my soul mate." Ossa said courageously looking at Arzaki.

The handsome man turned his face, his gaze returning far forward looking over. His nose became clear and sharp. Ah, so it's kind of like Zoan...

"Ossa, I'll buy tickets for two people. I'll take you to Brunei. What if you become my son's babysitter?" ask Arzaki who came back surprising. The man turned to Ossa who looked agape.

"My youngest son, he is not yet two years old.Still so easy to control. I don't think you'll have any hassles taking care of it. How, you don't mind, Ossa??" arzaki asked with a fixed look at Ossa.

The beautiful face that had appeared agape, now clenched tightly with widened eyes. Looks pale and nervous. Feel so simalakama. Why is it this complicated, then when is it divorced..

"Sir,,,!!!" yell the guy from behind. Apparently Rama who was coming to see. Arzaki looked over with the intention of asking.

"Sir, there's a guest from Java..!" exclaim Rama reporting. Arzaki looks wrinkled.

"Where are you from, Rama?" asked Arzaki dissatisfied

"From Semarang, sir.." Rama explained to Arzaki.

"My sister,,?!" arzaki sounded happy.

"No, sir. But women. It's beautiful, sir,!" rama's mistakes are hard. But a quick glance at Ossa later, and it's like I'm regretting.

"Waiting for you in the lobby, sir," Rama explained.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a shower." Arzaki said as he hurriedly walked over. Ossa intends to come. Ossa nodded and walked away. Rama walked last.

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