MY LOVELY BOSS
Treatments

“Papa ehmmm.” Raizel who yelled calling his Papa instantly silenced as Ridwan silenced his chatty lips.

“Aww! Jelly pain!” Ridwan is taking his nephew.

“You are a habit!” Wanting to feel he lectured the Jeli Long wide, the habit of biting the little girl has not disappeared. Since the Jeli teething, he has always been the target of the ferocity of new teeth Raizel. But all he paled because he saw Dirga who had moved from his seat and half ran towards him. Without thinking Long Ridwan immediately ran and rode ojeg which was shallow in the park.

“Where, Mas?”

“Where is the important way first!” Ribwan patted the back of the ojeg kang so that it immediately hit the gas because in the back there Dirga walked quickly towards him.

“Aman...” is safe.<TAG1> he said relieved when the ojeg he was riding away from the park, seen Dirga looking at him with annoyance.

“That's very Bang Dirga.. surely I was suspected of kidnapping nih.” His inner.

“Ke Persada Campus, Sir.” He told Kang Ojeg.

Returning to the sausage stand Dirga found her daughter eating a sausage with a henchman. “Where's the Angel, Pa? not got yah?” ask Raizel.

“Just if tomorrow meet Om Angels, Papa must jewel his ears. Just now Jeli was also fetched, sick nih.” The girl put down her grilled sausage and held the ear that had been soft-worn by Ridwan.

“Dear Nara, it's not Om Angel. Next time you meet unknown people do not hold back, if your beloved daughter is kidnapped how?”

“But that was Om Angel Jeli, Pa.” replied Raizel.

“Om Ririd same marahan Oma well, Pa?”

“Please Om Ririd until selling grilled sausage.” Her chattering. “But this sausage is delicious, Papa want?” bargaining while bringing the sausage closer to Dirga.

“No, make Nara just to be full.” Answer Dirga.

“Later if Om Ririd has come home Papa must be jewel Om Ririd well. Om Ririd naughty equal Jeli.”

“Iya later Papa jewel his ears twice.” Answer Dirga.

“Eh don't Pa, pity it will hurt. One time aja.” Answer the bocil plin plan. “should Papa just pursue his Om Ririd that dong keep bringing home so Oma does not get angry anymore, Pa.”

“Honey, it wasn't Om Ridwan.” Answer Dirga. His posture does look like his sister-in-law but definitely not Ridwan, plus said his daughter Ridwan selling sausages? Wah is not possible, until the apocalypse was ensured his brother-in-law would never sell. He's a mageran, he likes to play games until morning. Inherited large companies live the same signature ngec-ngeck just prefer to be gamers even though every day must be noisy with his mami. A sale? The impossible for Ridwan, especially selling sausages.

“The last day must have been the wrong person. Home time it's noon.” Bring Dirga.

“Ih no Papa.. Jeli is not wrong people, it was Om Angel kok.” Raizel ngeyel's.

“He was Om Ridwan. Tomorrow if Jeli meets again take home well, surely kangen well play the same Om Ridwan?” the girl nodded, making Dirga sure that her daughter was wrong. Maybe too kangen on Ridwan to the extent that the person whose body looks like Ridwan only he considers his favorite Om. If you want to know why Ridwan became his favorite Om Jeli the answer is only one, because the man is most supportive Jeli scribbling scribbles at home when everyone asks him to draw in a book. Be Ridwan's room heaven for Jeli, because there he is free to draw without being banned, where he is busy drawing and the Om is busy playing games.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Ridwan has just arrived at the contract. “fifty-seven thousand Mas.” Kang ojeg told him the amount he had to pay.

“Amentay, Sir.” Ridwan reached into his pants pocket, there was only twenty thousand money left to buy glasses and masks earlier.

“There are only twenty thousand, sir. Twenty thousand aja well?”

“Can't dong, Mas. The rates are that.”

Ridwan scratched his non-itchy head. The money is really just that. “Huh how is this?”

“Before sir, I take the money first.” He said as soon as he saw Ismi's tea out of the contract while carrying a bucket about to dry clothes.

“Teh Ismi, I want to ask please can?” the woman who had just dried one outfit immediately rubbed her stomach while saying amit-amit. Although not heard but Ridwan bsia read from the movement of Ismi's tea lips.

“Teh, its amit-amit ntar again. Fifty thousand money pinjem want to pay ojeg, awaited tuh.” Ridwan pointed at the kang ojeg waiting for him in front of the fence.

“Where is Zoya going? How not together?”

“Still selling, this goes home first also want to take some goods. Less is the case.” Answer origin.

“Oh that. yes already teteh pinjemin but there are only thirty thousand left to buy vegetables earlier. Enough-enough aja.” Ismi Tea gives three pieces of money ten thousands.

Finally Ridwan can pay the cost of his ojeg although less than seven thousand, fortunately the father kang ojeg is kind and does not mind his shortcomings.

Ridwan thought all his misfortune this morning was over, but it turned out that new misfortune had come to the surface.the key to the contract! without it now he just sits down in front. “apes.” His grunt while kicking the door slowly.

“Why? How not to enter?” ask Ismi's tea, next door neighbor.

“Key forgot tea, still in Zoya.”

“Jeez can-can-can-can you that! Last fare less, now lock forgot.” Ismi's tea bushes. “Ya have been waiting here just happened to be husband teteh already home.”

“Iya tea thanks. It's okay to wait for Zoya.” Answer Ridwan.

Ridwan leaned against the wall casually, taking his phone and turning it off, Zoya kept calling him. “Rome home must be ntar this child.” His mind sighed long.

“That's a real tangle of face? Copy first nih.” Ismi's tea husband approached her with coffee and cigarettes. “Cigarette?” bargain while removing cigarettes in front of Ridwan.

“Neothing Bang. Thanks.” Answer Ridwan.

“Commonized yah.” Ledek Ahmad, Ismi's tea husband. The man who was soon to become a father smiled wryly at him.

“Means?”

“Don't play sword-shade continues, you're still young. It can still heal just like that. Anyway nih well playing with girls tuh more delicious than the same guy, Rid.”

CK! Ridwan clucked softly, now he understood where the direction of the neighbor's conversation was.

“You want a reference? Once you can recover if you use this treatment.” Ahmad showed a collection of plus-plus videos that he used to make a fantasy over the past few months because since his wife was pregnant he had to take a night of sports.

“Astagfirullah, Bang!” just a few seconds Ridwan directly away HP Ahmad.

“Tonton first until abis have used to call everything!”

“Ngak, Bang. Thanks, I didn't see that. Disgust.” Ridwan pushed Ahmad's HP too hard until it fell right near Zoya's newly arrived foot. So busy with their video that they are not aware of the arrival of Zoya. Zoya's eyeballs almost came out looking at the still-running video filling the flat object screen she had just taken.

Teh Ismi's husband immediately took her phone from Zoya's hand and passed away, “don't tell me to teteh well, Neng. Aa just again help cousin Neng Zoya to heal so that it turns again, so I love treatment like gini.” Say it before you go.

Zoya let out a long sigh. “Good yeah! I search in the same chat phone even in matiin turned out to be cool watching bo kep!” sentak Zoya's.

“Gue...” says Ridwan. He chose not to continue his sentence, judging from any side the contract partner already looks very emotional.

“What!! What to say!”

“Ngak.” Reply Ridwan lirih.

“The trading machine keeps cooking, I'm hungry.”

“Siap to do.” Ridwan replied, resigned.

“Can I be busy looking for money Mas Ridwan even watch so! I tuh ...” Zoya's length continues to babble since Ridwan began to cook until the chat is not finished as well.

“My server.. he said hungry but still full gas aja.” Inner Ridwan. “All because of the treatment about you is not clear!" he continued in his heart.