MY LOVELY BOSS
Parkland
Arriving at the park, Ridwan instead of descending even silent in a taxi. Even until Zoya's luggage was taken out of the trunk, Ridwan still remained in place without shifting even a bit, only his eyes looking at every corner of the park.
“Mas Ridwan want to be there when? Not to help even watch doang.” Grouser Zoya.
“It's done, don't want to go down too?” tanyakanya.
Ck! Zoya shook her head at the attitude of her contract partner who was suddenly different from a week ago. Usually Ridwan always obeyed all his requests even though while mumbling, but this time the man was just silent. He even unhappily asked for the taxi driver's hat. Zoya is really surprised by the change, wear a mask all when she only has a stomachache and needs WC.
“Mas Ridwan! He said he had a stomachache!” Zoya pulls Ridwan's hand, “hunt down! WC over there.” He continued while pointing at the arrow that read toilet, straight.
Zoya smiled suspiciously, “Hei don't tell me that Mas Ridwan has already....” Zoya shook her head while covering her nose.
“Udah what? You think I'm on the shelf in those pants!” Ridwan shouts Zoya's head and gets out. His hat he lowered as much as possible so that his face was not visible.
“Yes aja, Mas. He said it wasn't strong.” Zoya Eject. “Sana to the toilet first. I bring the goods to myself can coke, at least twice reciprocate.” Its effects.
“Ya can do it yourself. For me money.” Ridwan raised his hand.
Zoya opens her carry bag and makes two thousand rupiah, but she does not have it until she is forced to give money with the image of the priest buljol to Ridwan. “Don't forget to ask for change, Mas. Pretty three thousand can make buy tempe get one.”
Ridwan accepts it, “Goceng doang? Less, Zoy!”
“Well how many? Rent toilet rates in the same elite park with a different ordinary park, Mas? Usually also just two thousand kok.” Answer Zoya.
Ck! Ridwan clucked softly. He needs money to buy a mask and glasses, although he hasn't seen his bangkan and mami but watch out is very necessary here.
“For a hundred thousand!” Ridwan.
Zoya glared at hearing that, “ one hundred thousand? Very expensive toilet here. We only want the mosque to be free.” The answer is pretty sewot. Zoya's hundred thousand brain is very good enough to buy groceries as stock for one week.
“Hih! Bawel is so! Only a hundred thousand ribet love is very Zoy! Stay cut debt ntar.”
“The problem is to the toilet as expensive as Mas, We find a mosque only! Deket park must be there.” Reject Zoya.
“Mas Ridwan!” shout Zoya. “Dare my money in plain sight. Watch out for ntar!” gerutu Zoya, he then brought his own merchandise.
Zoya opens her own stand, from installing tents to styling products complete with her catalog.
“Mas Ridwan to his WC rough what a long time no back and forth!” Zoya so mendumel continuously while arranging her wares. He immediately smiled reflexively as a little girl approached his stand and pointed at the pink bottle of loveware. The bottle is designed specifically for children.
“By pretty...want the bottle?” greet Zoya while taking the bottle. He crouched down to equalize his height with a beautiful girl whose hair was pinched in two and then gave the bottle to him.
“Jeli has a lot like this at home.” He said while trying to open the bottle.
“Wah samaan dong yah kayak have a sister..want this one is not the bottle? Let's add a lot.” His sales modes began on even on kindergarten kindergarten though.
“Which brown color is like your bag is also there. Want dad? Where's her mom?” continued.
Ridwan who was looking for Zoya's stand immediately stopped his steps and canceled his intention to approach the girl. He sighed deeply while confirming his mask and sunglasses. “From the many booths why the nutrijel stopped at the Kinderzoy stand anyway!”
“Yes same Bang Dirga as well, there must be cans as well. I'll see them here.” Mumbled.
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usual stay like comment same gift first.. if rame I up again🏃🏃🏃<TAG1>.
impatient cie ririd ketauan cie🏃🏃🏃
patience well..although the original I also can not wait eh🤭🤭