HELLO, MY BOSS!
Chapter 86: (Season 2)
Minutes before the helicopter arrived.
"This is what, Om?" Cello looked up in wonder, staring puzzledly at Zian who came alone while giving him a piece of the house picture.
Meanwhile, he had seen Zian his father's best friend give a map containing documents to Farhan.
His adoptive father even put on a surprised face once Zian gave the map earlier. Cello wondered what Zian had given Farhan to the reaction of Farhan the flat.
"See the picture dong, honey!"
"Figure of home!" abugn. "Why do you give me a picture of the house, doang. Make what?" ask the boy.
Zian smiled wryly towards the little man. Then pinched his cheek to cause a red mark there.
"This is not just any picture! This is a house with a beautiful view! It is located between the mountains and the beach. Om brought the picture alone because it was not strong to carry his house. How ... Do you like 'right with gifts, Om?"
The little man blinked for a while. If Cilla hadn't gone to bed yet, surely the boy would have been envious of hearing this. Unfortunately Cilla was exhausted from eight o'clock to sleep in the chair all.
The cello frowned slightly unpleasantly. "So Om give me the house .. Keep this picture of his house. I see, don't you mean it, Om?"
"Yups, what a sweet boy!"
"But I'm a little girl, Om! Actually I don't need a house, I don't dare to leave that house alone!"
Ck. Zian chuckled furiously at Cello's words. This child, he thought.
"Om giving the house away not now. But later when you are an adult and have your own family. You can use the house to propose to your future wife, for a vacation, or to live if your family likes a beautiful and beautiful village life. Understood?"
"Ohhh .. So yes, Om!" Cello glanced at Malika who had been bowed down next to Cello. "Aren't you, Lika? Now I have Om Zian's house and Om Rico's car. You don't have to bother thinking about where to stay if we're married later!"
The son of the sultan spoke arrogantly with confidence. No matter what Zian was standing in front of them while listening.
"You two are dating, are you?" Zian slightly folded his lips inwards in order to hold back the laughter.
"Thong courtship .. but if you're married! Marriage without a date is good! So go out with her if she's married."
"Who said?" ledek Zian is curious.
"You are yutuber, Om! Never seen anything close?"
Very little son of the sultan. But really a little similar to me, Zian's mind while imagining his character if he was crazy.
"Oh so yeah. I rarely watch like that. What was ... youtube, isn't it called? Later let Om watch at home to be able to date after marriage." Zian increasingly wanted to ngak-not ria.
Are children like this today? Not yet understood love but already heavily contaminated things beyond the reach of children, he thought.
"Oh yeah, Om's son and wife aren't invited here?" The cello asked back. Malika was still listening beside the little man. She was embarrassed to sit next to the cello. But Cello keeps pushing relentlessly.
Zian replied with half-bending shoulders. "Biasalah, Om's wife's face splashed hot oil while frying fish. So tell him to take care in Korea all the way. From here, om will also follow them to Korea," joked the man so as not to be too considered a banana by Cello.
Damn this kid.
"Istri Om is a dream wife who is very devoted to her husband. Special cook for Om, he doesn't like using maids."
"That's it, Om! That's also Lika." Cello smiled as he glanced at Malika. Show off a row of white teeth that are toothless one because it just dislodged yesterday.
"Yes that!" Zian's eyes clearly caught the signs of weakness on Malika's face. The cello was forcible early on, he thought. Do not want to linger to be a mosquito repellent. Finally Zian withdrew for a moment from the two boys.
"Then I'll go to your father first. Ok. All right, you two, don't fight!"
"Well, Om!" Zian passed by leaving them both. Then Cello gave the picture of the house to the bodyguard standing behind him.
"Your handkerchief is good! This is what you do yourself, right?" Ask Malika, while looking at the box containing a handkerchief that he has been keeping in his lap.
"Yes" the little girl replied embarrassedly. "I can't leave yet .. I'm ashamed to sit here. It'll do you."
"I'm bete, get me yeah ...."
Malika's lips went five inches. Since an hour ago he came, he was immediately told to accompany Cello by his father.
"I want to get out. I want to see a folk festival, "the permit is as slow and careful as the wife who wants to join the diamond to be given permission by her husband.
"I'm coming! I'm also curious as to what the show is outside."
Sontak Malika nodded in disagreement.
"You can't go for a walk yet. That's you haven't healed, is it?" Malika looked at the cello sheath where there was a wounded squeak bird behind the thin object.
"Pake wheelchair, dong. Ask permission first with dad!"
"Yes, let's get out. You're here first, let me ask your father for permission if you want to come with me outside ...." Malika ran to Farhan who was standing chatting with her father and Zian. Cello grimaced a little because Malika's sling bag had hit the anus.
"It hurts so bad that ketchup bottle cap!" gerrutu annoyed.
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