
After taking enough money for temporary purposes, Ossa came out of the public service room with a sense of head that continues to be engaged. Somewhat surprised when he opened the door it turned out that there was Zoan waiting outside.
Which was only waiting for him, because the man was not interested in cashing cash in the machine. Ossa rushes towards the red car on the side of the road following Zoan behind him.
"Why not just use em banking or other digital services, Os?" zoan said after they prepared to slide back into the streets.
"I don't have any more em banking services, boss Zoan. My cell phone number changed a few months ago. After that forget to make it again, and finally the continuity." said Ossa explained.
"I want physical money anyway" Ossa added.
"If you need money, why don't you tell me? Next time, ask me," said Zoan firmly, turning Oqtissa at a glance.
"Thank you, boss Zoan. But asking for money from you, of course you can't,,!" ossa sounded in denial.
"Why can't it? You're here to come with me" asked Zoan in response. It felt like I was talking to a little girl. Zoan smile.
"I did work with you, but I wasn't your dependant" Ossa explained.
Zoan no longer smiled. His lips tightly closed. Ossa's shocking and erratic remarks meant it was like toying with his heart.
The atmosphere at the hotel was also very quiet tonight. Much different from check in time last night. Zoan escorted the girl to room number sixty-six, although Ossa had asked her to leave when she arrived at the hotel.
"Come in. Don't think the no-no. It's a beautiful dream, Ossa," Zoan said. Wanted to turn around and leave. Ossa felt it was hard to get back to being left alone.
"Actually, why did boss Zoan put me here? What's myjob?" ask Ossa before Zoan can turn around.
Zoan looked at Ossa with a pityful look. Very understanding of how he felt.
"Ossa, didn't you just work? Accompanying me just like before, isn't that work you've done?" asked Zoan to look. The bright-skinned face with dense black hair looked even more handsome. Ossa watched silently.
"How else do you want to work, Ossa? Just so you know, the job washing dishes or the broom in my inn can not accept a girl as beautiful as you," Zoan asserted. Slightly smiled with both eyebrows raised upwards. Zoan is deliberately teasing Oqtissa.
"Affortless work," said Ossa ashbun, the origin of the sound only. Feeling misbehaved with Zoan's unsettling attitude and outlook on him.
"Freakloads Work? A shred for whom? Haven't you been shaved enough all this time? Don't you feel like you're doing odd jobs, Ossa?" asked Zoan very gently.
Ossa understood what Zoan meant by his words. Ossa did work odd jobs at the Arzaki inn. Married, but in average place and time. He even had to serve Zoan in his room at night. Ah, a little angry.
"Alright if you think I've done the work. Thank you, this odd job is so easy and fun for me. But, I don't like it here. Why do I have to be put here? Boss Zoan's house is there a lot of rooms?" ask Oqtissa to investigate.
Zoan closed his lips again. The face that had just seen a smile, had turned serious and returned solemnly.
"Ossa, let's just say it's my policy. Can you be patient with my policy?" ask Zoan seriously. Ossa felt disinclined.
"Yes, sorry. I can, boss Zoan."
Ossa nodded while answering. Didn't want Zoan to feel burdened by his wishes. Ossa forced himself to smile.
"Thank you, Os. Come in," said Zoan. Ossa nodded and turned around. The sturdy man did not leave until Ossa went into his room in silence.
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Arzaki who tried to contact him through a telephone connection on a mobile phone, just released ashar received. The man agreed that the hundreds of millions in Ossa's account was an incoming transfer from him.
Arzaki asks that Ossa just take the money from him. Arzaki also prayed for Ossa to be happy. Arzaki admitted that the money was not purely from his sweat. However, the lodging profit that Rama gave from Zoan to the Arzaki family as the innkeeper.
And now, Arzaki willingly surrendered to Ossa who in the eyes of religion was his widow.
It made Ossa shocked once again to the point of being speechless to Arzaki. Can't remember to ask about Arzaki and his youngest son's news. And did not remember to ask Arzaki when the man would return to Indonesia.
Feeling that money is right as to who it really is. It was already hers from Arzaki, her former superior and her good ex-husband. However, Ossa will use his money to pay a debt to Zoan.
The replacement boss at the Arzaki inn, has managed to collect rupiah coffers that have been entirely handed over to the Arzaki family. And by Arzaki was given to Oqtissa, the divorced wife. Oqtissa will be returned to Reizoan Azril to pay the debt through his account.
Oqtisa felt that if the profit money in the inn that Zoan managed to recover it was very blessed and so great useful. Throwing spins without diminishing in value, but brings great benefits to hands that were once passed.
And Ossa feels to be the luckiest hand ever touched. I am so grateful to have been married by Arzaki. Feeling it is a carrier of immense sustenance and blessings from Him.
Ossa will pay off his debt to the substitute boss at the inn. It feels so wonderful to be happy.
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After many times re-examining and convinced by the accuracy of Zoan's personal account number, Ossa pressed the delivery enter. The system asked to repeat the process twice, and Ossa was successful in making transactions.
Ossa felt that the balance of money in his account was still quite a lot. There is nothing wrong if you walk for a while while buying the food you like.
Choose an elite restaurant located inside Paragon City Mall Semarang. Ossa's choice place to make the transaction of debt payment to Zoan just now.
Only special food from Semarang that Ossa really wants. Soto semarang and know gimbal also apparently there. On both of these original native menus Ossa dropped orders.
And a glass of freshly squeezed grape juice was ordered as the antidote to his thirst. Ossa feels that Zoan's favorite grape juice has also become his favorite all of a sudden.
Ossa enjoyed the super-smooth soto with a very satisfied feeling. After a long time no longer a happy walk in the Mall, now he is doing it freely and happily. It's all alone, but it feels happy.
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The journey after Ashar ended at night. Ossa arrived at the hotel's courtyard at about ninepm in a taxi. The driver stopped him right in front of the lobby terrace. The ones that passed away after Ossa paid the rent without asking for change. The girl felt that she was getting more rizqi.
Ossa passed through the lobby door in relief. Finally, I returned to the hotel to rest safely. Although only going to one mall, but Ossa almost surrounded the entire large, spacious and magnificent building was as happy as night. Not felt, achy and tired have been reigning in his body.
Degh,,!! It was a shock to Oqtissa. A large body man was standing in the middle of the lobby looking at him. And that man is Reizoan Azril.
Zoan walked over, as did Ossa. They stood facing each other and looked at each other. Zoan's gaze looked sharp at him. What else is this, Ossa is trembling in his heart.
"I want to talk to you, Ossa," Zoan said slightly lowered his head. Although Ossa is not a short girl, but much shorter than Zoan.
"I also want to have an important talk with you, boss Zoan," Ossa told Zoan after nodding his head.
"Come, Ossa!" exclaim Zoan. Hurry to the elevator to go up to the second floor, where Ossa's room is located.
Ossa continued to follow until he got into the elevator with a silence. They stood facing each other, and Zoan continued while looking at him.
"Boss Zoan, where are you from?" tanya Ossa broke the silence for a moment.
"Don't call me boss, Ossa, '" Zoan said sternly.
Ossa did not have time to reply, because the elevator with a mileage of only one floor had reached the door that began to split.
Zoan immediately came out and walked quickly to Ossa's sixty-six room. Maybe Zoan didn't want to stay overnight when he got out of the hotel.
But this, where is that guy going? Will Zoan come into the room so that the two of them can speak freely inside? Ossa's chest pounded heavily expecting it.
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Happy Fasting, Happy BerRamadan.. π