The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 24 Reuniting

A few months passed.

Nothing significantly changed from Omar Zen's activities. He just looks neater, dashing also a little religious look. Every Friday morning, he took the time to teach or invite to chat with all staff before opening the showroom. Zen also requested that employees apply the 3S system, namely a smile and greeting to every prospective buyer who came.

Zen, even asked the female workers not to dress tight or sexy, and changed the uniform that was originally a skirt and shirt into trousers with a three-quarters-sleeved shirt so it was more polite.

"Fetch sustenance is an obligation but also pay attention to the way of its efforts. Plate, polite, not happy .. You certainly have a family, give their rights with something good. Starting from the intention, the process when picking him up and then handing to be processed and then eaten," said Zen, at length.

The long speech just now reminded him of the old Omar Zen. A few months ago before Olivia's help.

"Ready, Mr. Zen. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." Some of the staff who took part in the morning briefing mngamini the manager said.

Zen commented on the smile, nor was he a pious man, but some of the spiritual books he read explained that endeavors also have a way, starting from the lowest stage such as the intention to make money just to eat to the highest level, as a provision to go home by spending in the way of goodness. Of course the result will be another.

Never lose if you invite God to do business because God's mathematics is beyond the mind of His creatures.

Zen proved that, when he tried to give alms, ease or even calmness and happiness present, when he saw a face that needed help, smiled at him while chanting prayers, that is one of God's replies. Kontan, like the Qabul ijab, is legitimate!

Zen only prayed that God's grace would continue to pour out profusely soaking his qalbunya. He was now staring at the showroom look from his room.

The promotion that Zen launched, for the purchase of motorcycles in cash will get hampers of worship equipment of the highest quality, making the interest of prospective buyers soar.

Turnover last month also rose 30%. Axel asked about the budget but Zen steadily replied that all that he set aside from the salary that the owner gave.

Zen is looking at the calendar. A little uneasy looms over the mind. The time of judicium will end the sign that the encounter with Olivia will be reduced.

He recalled a conversation with the girl a few weeks ago when they had lunch at the campus cafeteria.

"May graduation together, Liv," said Zen opened a chat with Olivia. They sat at a long table, though they did not face each other. Zen is on the left and Oliv is on the right.

"Aamiinu. May this year be the end of eternity, Zen," replied Olivia, sipping the sweet tea she ordered.

Zen chuckled, it turned out that the rumors of the immortal student in his cage sounded to Olivia's ears. "Aamiinu. Where are you going, Liv?" continued.

Olivia did not immediately reply, she chose to finish her food chew first even though she occasionally glanced at Zen.

"Hmm, Ausie. Sydney, I took the achievement test from my lecturer last week. I don't know if he graduated or didn't. Foolish because my target is to Singapore and is completing the requirements to get a scholarship," said Olivia steady, look her eyes also sparkled, looking forward as if she had seen a picture of her future.

Deghs.

'Distance is far apart dong distance, yes, ' Inner Zen. He's looking embarrassed. The woman in front was very clear about her future while she was still struggling with the decency of dignity to be recognized by Ahmed.

"Where are you going?" asked Olivia, looking at Zen.

Omar Zen raised his face. He only smiled faintly, as if he was the most cool universal cafeteria at that time.

"To your heart, uh," she's silly.

"You don't know, because Axel's trust isn't complete, I'm tied to it. Even if you continue your studies most here anyway. Just, right now, I'm enjoying my life, Liv," said Zen, looking at the girl for a moment and choosing to continue eating again.

"Whatever Zen is, enjoy what you can still enjoy because it is a gift. Rich people do not necessarily enjoy their wealth, it could be even a worry. The important thing is to remember five things before five things" Olivia said.

Asik daydreamed, making Zen did not hear that the door of his room was pushed by someone.

"Sir Zen. Sir. Mr. Zen," said Nuni, Axel's secretary, shaking his palm in front of his face.

"Astaghfiullah!" Zen is surprised, aware of the daydream of a conversation with Olivia.

"Yes, Miss Nuni, what's wrong?" ask Zen.

Nuni submitted the file for Zen to sign. That day, his secretary reported that in front of the showroom hall there was a buyer who wanted to buy five motor matic with a fairly high cc for the gift of an event.

Zen also stepped out to say hello and asked staff to entertain the buyer while he waited for the legal process of purchasing documents.

After Zuhur, Zen will go to the campus to choose the graduation schedule if the judiciary is declared to pass.

By the time she arrived at the Campus, Olivia had arrived first. The girl cheerfully showed the results of her judicium.

"Zen, I escaped. The graduation schedule select the nearest. Hopefully you too, so that you can be together," said Oliv while passing Zen to go to the administrative office.

"Congratulations! Aamiin's." Zen only replied as much as he could. His heart melted again, the rest of the time he saw the girl was getting less and less.

Nuril's son, now receives the same paper as Olivia's. He trembled as he opened it.

"O Allah, qobul, qobul hajat," Zen murmured, closing his eyes.

Slowly, the slit of his eyes peeked, Zen reviewed a smile as he read the thick writing in the middle of the paper. "Alhamdulillah, mamaaaaaaa," cf. Zen, calling his mother's call.

Looking bad but Hello Kitty heart, Zen continues to call Nuril even though his mother is not seen. He is a mother's son. "Maaaaa, Zen pass, Maa. Zen graduation this year ... with Olivia," said Zen slowly.

He then pressed a button call, rare feet were in a hurry to find a quiet place. As the sound and face of ayu appeared on the screen, Zen sobbed.

"Oh my God, why Zen, son?" nuril said she was worried to see the sadness on her son's face.

Zen could not speak, his voice stuck in his throat. He could only raise the sheet of paper in hand for Nuril to guess.

"What letter, Zen? pass the judicium, son?" asked the mother, starting to glaze over.

Zen nodded quickly many times in response to Nuril's guess. Her mother's tears fell.

"Alhamdulillah. Zeen! o Allah mama happy, Zen," Nuril's voice was mixed with happy cries while Zen's response was not much different from his mother's.

"Yeahah! papaaa!" Nuril shouted to her husband. He's headed for Ahmed's office.

"Olivia, ." Zen erased the sad trail while waiting for this video call to connect with his father.

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