MY LOVELY BOSS
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“Helo Mas!” Zoya waved her palm in front of Ridwan's face as the man stared at her.

“Mas diem mulu! which one do you want? Cepetan!” yells.

Um! Ridwan only cleared his throat when his focus returned. Not wanting to look clumsy he took the already cold bricks and ate them.

“Mas Ridwan actually eat anyway!” Zoya pouted, but a second later she smiled kindly and ate her batagor.

Ridwan glanced at a glance then refocused on his food. He is quite surprised to see Zoya's attitude that can be as fast as lightning changes from a frown to a friendly smile. Could it be a mandatory ability that must be owned by a salesperson? His inner.

“Mas Ridwan relax aja, selusin first batagornya. Let Mas Ridwan focus on choosing it, not confused about it. You see, the product that I offer is the best quality of all, if hungry certainly can not really choose it. Anyway guaranteed Mas Ridwan same mama can be instantly peaceful deh.” Said Zoya on the sidelines of her meal.

Ridwan sighed Long, apparently his guess was correct. In front of him is not a sales-abal, it seems sales like Zoya will continue to convince consumers to buy. His papi is really lucky to have an employee like Zoya.

“Mas which one would you like? Did I choose just?” ask Zoya who returned her catalogue.

“Mama Mas Ridwan likes what color?” continued.

“Mama I will not be bribed the same so.” Answer Ridwan.

“Yakin? There are no mothers who do not melt if given loveware, Mas. The lid can only be on angry, ngedumel no berenti.”

“There was once a consumer I son of Junior High, he took a loveware misting pay-pickled because he did not dare to go home because the closed mistingnya right ilang. So she was afraid of getting scolded by her mother. She said, her mother is more fond of misting loveware than her son.” Zoya laughed crisply.

“But pretty well anyway, because of that my consumers so add. Not only mothers but school children as well.” Further.

“Stop! Stopit! I don't want to hear your misting story. I definitely don't want to buy!” sela Ridwan's.

“Buy it, Mas. I helped you to persuade her mother Mas Ridwan.”

“Dilangin mama I will not melt, at home many are like that.”

“Definitely different Mas, this one is premium quality. Expensive.”

“Iya because it is expensive too, I have no money.”

“Most Mas, can credit. I was clear. Take one I anterin Mas go home, bonus I help persuade his mama Mas Ridwan. So runal deh all the problems of Mas Ridwan, can go home do not lontang not clear continue to improve also the same Mama.”

Ridwan smiled faintly hearing it. Going home? If he could, he would not want to go home. But now he really did not have a penny, his HP was lost. Though his intention is to sell HP for living expenses in the next few days.

“Where is Mas? Deal?” ask Zoya. “I choose the purple one how? This is the new color of loveware products. Said the wife of the owner of the company really likes the same color.”

“Because Mas Ridwan diem mulu so it means yes?” Zoya smiled sumringah. “I'm ready for the credit agreement? Later Mas Ridwan live signature.” Zoya took the file from her bag.

“Price is a little bit okay? Because I was nalangin first to the Mas company, originally this product should not be credited. But in order to benefit each other both sides so I'll take credit. There are even those who use the arisan system as well.v” Zoya explained.

“Pay installments must be on time. Want to pay each date? I have a choice on the same five dates two five, Mas freely want to choose which one.” Clearly again.

Ridwan swung for a while then stared fixedly at the chatty girl in front of him. “Gue fetch the one every date five. It's really on the fifth day tomorrow, so from tomorrow you'll set it to me. How many installments do you want to be?”

“Heh? How do I deposit to Mas Ridwan?” ask Zoya, “kan Mas Ridwan who would like to owe me.” Further.

“Gue just want yah but not yet, while you already have a debt to me.”

“Yes Allah owes what Mas? I met you just too. I never owe anyone, if the end of the month there is no money I prefer to eat rice with salt instead of debt.”

“Fifty million!” Ridwan.

“What? Don't joke around. From earlier diem mulu turn to say a lot of ngaco gini. Or Mas Ridwan is still hungry so error?”

“Gue not error well. My HP fell into the river?” Zoya nodded.

“Whose HP I fell into the river? Because you want to play pull!” Zoya could only be speechless, everything Ridwan said was indeed true.

“That HP cost fifty million. Not to mention my e money on his..”.

“But I'm sorry.” Sela Zoya's. “Again e money will not cross even though the HP is cross. Moreover, HP plunged into the river so it is certainly safe that Mas will not anyone abuse. Just take care of the bank continues activation in new HP, safe deh.”

“The problem is I can't go to the bank, the documents are at home. You know I do not want to go home, now my HP does not exist, money does not exist, anyway you have to take responsibility. Indemnify my HP!”

“But it's Mas..”

“No buts! You have to take responsibility! The rest of his loss was under my supervision. Where's lo's house?”

“Why is it home all Mas?”

“Gue want to nebeng in your house, easily stay cut debt only. Buy a change of clothes too. This spout has been malem ntar hunted on the lid of his clothing store.”

Zoya looked at Ridwan in confusion, but her skilled hands tidied up the merchandise as well as the catalog. “Kok so gini anyway?” his inner.