The Marrying Bet

Ozy's fault

The fear! That's what Ozy currently feels when he has to collect the tax filing report that some time ago he submitted to the table Mr. Roy, his boss who is currently looking at him sharply. The latest tax payment due is tomorrow, passing from tomorrow the payment will be fined.

Wati has warned Ozy, to collect the filing of the tax payment, so that it is paid not to pass from maturity. 

"How is this, Mrs Wati? How to charge Mr Roy?!" ozy asked so panicked.

"Yes to be billed, Ozy! Where can you immediately hands off just to check the filing documents already in the room Mr. Roy! Before he signed, the document was still your responsibility!" answer Wati.

"Oh Ma'am Wati, die me, Ma'am, if you get fined! Die me, die!" Ozy circled around while squeezing her hair.

"Hurry up, go to Mr. Roy's room, and ask for his autograph! You're really gonna die for a fine!" said Wati.

Ozy scowled, he really did not dare to go to the room Mr. Roy. Wati had told him to keep charging Mr. Roy, but Ozy was too scared, and Mr. Roy was very difficult to find. Ozy had just arrived in the corridor of Mr. Roy's room, everyone who worked seemed tense hearing Mr. Roy's tantrum, a moment later the woman with the appearance of a dangdut midwife who declared herself as the wife of Mr. Roy came out of the man's work room in a hurry and the look on her face looked like she had just seen a ghost.

It's crazy, the same wife, Mr. Roy, snapped like that, what about other people? Thought Ozy.

"Campus, Mr. Roy's weather is really not good" Ozy murmured.

Ozy can't back down anymore, he has to face Mr. Roy. Going forward wrong, retreating would be even more wrong, that's what's now ingrained in Ozy's mind. For the installment of his car that is still four years left, he made a determination.

Ozy knocks on Mr. Roy's door, terrified to ambush him immediately. The glare of his superior's sharp eyes made his soul tremble.

"Excuse me, Mr. Roy, I want to ask about the filing of tax payments that I had at that time submitted," said Ozy.

"Which one?!" ask the man coldly.

"Yes-that you told me to stay," Ozy stuttered.

Viceroy looked at Ozy, the woody man seemed to tremble. Inwardly, Viceroy wanted to laugh if he remembered this silliness of the man before him. Does Ozy really not recognize him?

Viceroy didn't even wear a mask to hide his face. She also doesn't wear makeup that can change her face.

"Don't you see how many documents are on my desk?!" viceroy said in a high tone.

"Whoa sir, you said just put it on the table" said Ozy.

Viceroy furrowed his brows, Ozy gasped.

Viceroy got rid of one by one the documents heaped up on his desk. 

"That's sir, that's on the clear map!" Ozy pointed to the document.

"When did the tempo fall?" ask Viceroy.

"Tomorrow, sir," Ozy replied.

"What?! Tomorrow!" snapped Viceroy. "Why are you telling me now?!"

Ozy was shocked, his heart almost gone.

"Sa-I've submitted from the beginning of the month, sir," Ozy replied.

"If this is the case, when do I have time to check your report?! If it was like this, who was put in charge?! As soon as I complained I kept getting angry! I've been angry like this, there are still many people whose work is not very smart, what else if I just let it go?!" viceroy.

Ozy seems unable to speak, it is crazy, Ozy is completely rejected by the man in front of him. Ozy is not out of thought, the man in front of her is really like Mas Handsome husband Vara. It's like a betel in two. If only Ozy was a woman, he must have really fallen in love with the charm of Mr. Roy who was getting angry just looked more charming.

"Really, I'm tired of having to be so angry like this all the time" Viceroy said.

"Sir, just keep getting angry! You look even more handsome when you're angry!" said Ozy.

Viceroy gasped at Ozy's words. For Ozy, only this time he saw there were people who looked more handsome when angry. Ozy also wants to look handsome while being angry. 

"What the fuck are you! I'm mad at you!" Viceroy.

Ozy looked down, stealing a glance towards Viceroy who folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir," said Ozy.

"If you work like this, you're like someone who can't work!" lick Viceroy again.

"Sorry, sir," Ozy said again.

"I am alone! I hired you to help me! Not just adding to my burden!" Viceroy's still after Ozy.

"Yes, sir," Ozy replied.

"You're all right!" spray Viceroy.

"Yes, time is not running out, sir," said Ozy.

Viceroy rolled his eyeballs, Ozy is totally resigned. It is up to him to be cursed Mr. Roy, it is up to be taken by Mr. Roy. Ozy is ready to accept it, it's because of his mistake. He was too afraid to meet Mr. Roy to make his job so neglected.

"Yes, stay! Go back to work!" Viceroy's orders.

"But sir, you haven't signed yet, sir," Ozy said.

"Where can I sign before checking it out!" Viceroy.

"Sir, but tomorrow the table falls," Ozy said.

"I don't think it was my fault!" suhut Viceroy.

Ozy melengos, why is Mr Roy so cruel?

"Well sir, thank you," Ozy lowered his head, he immediately walked out of Mr. Roy's study.

Ozy took a breath and began to sing.

"Crying, imagining how cruel you are to me...,"

Everyone turned to Ozy. They all glared in astonishment at Ozy's singing which apparently voiced his heart. They were all really trying to hold back their laughter seeing Ozy's behavior. Holding back the laughter is heavy.