One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 72. Not To Get Compliments.

Still no one is aware of the situation. Until Faya got on the ground and laid the boy's body. He started doing first aid with CPR. Only then did people start to swarm around him.

Not long after, there was a mother who screamed hysterically to see her son unconscious. Perhaps what the mother was feeling was regret for carelessly watching her own son. The mother continued to roar calling out the name of the child while crying.

While Faya, he kept trying to save the boy's life by occasionally giving him artificial breath.

Lucky when he was a swimming athlete, he learned that way.

A few minutes passed, but the boy had not yet indicated he would be conscious. Faya does not want to be defeated by his fatigue. He kept trying his best to pump the boy's chest.

He was only able to breathe a sigh of relief when the boy spewed water from his mouth and started breathing again. Slowly

his consciousness began to return. A medical officer who came immediately wrapped the boy's body with a blanket he was carrying. Then he grabbed her and took the boy away for further treatment.

Meanwhile, boisterous applause proudly turned to Faya. He just nodded with a smile. He frailly gets such attention, in fact, he does it because he feels it as an obligation. Not to get compliments.

“Tuh, right. I don't have a bad crush on you, Fay.” That joke, Faya knows who it's from. He knew the voice of the man.

I don't know when Bian was there. Faya did not see the man there.

“Nih, first cool your body. Later even in the wind.” Bian handed over a bathrobe to Faya. The girl immediately put on it. Rishih was also looked at by Bian with his sexy swimsuit.

Faya immediately walked over to her room. But he stopped his steps when he found out Bian just kept following him behind.

“Ngapain follow me, Bian?”

“Nemenin you only. afraid there are macem-macem with you. Danger you know the girl's way alone.” Bian launched his action again.

“You're more dangerous for me know gak.” Dengus Faya's. He then resumed his steps and went into the room.

Arriving in the room, Faya returned to shower to clean the remaining chlorine that was still attached to her body. After the shower, he sat down quietly by the window. Looking at the high seas.

Faya chose to send a message with Harvey. Reporting the current state to the man, he spent until the afternoon in the room, he went out for dinner only. After that, he went back to his room.

Faya is busy reading stories online on her mobile phone to ward off boredom. He's not sleepy yet. Harvey no longer replied to his message. It seems like the man is busy. He looked up when someone knocked on the door of his room. Faya thought it was Bian's job so he was lazy to open it.

However, the more left, the more the knock becomes. With half a grumble, Faya finally got up and opened the door as well.

In front of her room, she saw a middle-aged mother and her husband standing.

“Mbak, sorry to interrupt.” Said the mother.

“What's up, Buk?” ask Faya curiously.

“We parents of children who saved Mbak earlier.we just want to thank you Ma'am because we already nolongin our son. We don't know if there's no Ma'am, maybe my son... hiks.” The mother cried and did not continue her sentence. The mother slid into her husband's arms. The husband stroked his wife's arm to calm her down.

“I'm just doing my duty to help, Buk. Please do not make it a burden. Let's go in first. We chat inside only.” Take Faya. The couple followed Faya into her room.

“Just thank you very much huh, Ma'am?”

“Mbak Faya's. I Wita.” Said the mother sitting next to Faya. He clasped Faya's hand so that Faya would know how grateful she was to the girl.

“Same-sama, Buk. Now what's the situation, Buk?”

“Udah is better. Still in the infirmary.” The father who answered. “Oh yes, Madam Faya, here, my business card. If Mbak Faya needs something, please do not hesitate to contact me, yes.” The man gave Faya a business card.

Faye read it seriously.

Suroso Hendro.

Such is the name on the card.A line of writing a famous cigarette company also perched under the name of the man.

“We will give whatever Mbak Faya wants. Again, please do not hesitate to tell us if you need help.”

“Thanks, Sir. I will remember the good intentions of Mr and Ibuk.” Incidentally, he needed a job. Inner Faya.

“If you can know, this Faya Ma'am lives where?”

“I am from Jakarta, Buk.”

“Udah have a future husband yet?” inexplicably, Faya captures a veiled intention from Wita's question. I don't know if it's just his mind.

“Ehm, no, Buk. Coincidentally still single.”

“Wah, good it. if you don't mind, then acquaintance with my sister. He's looking for a soul mate. Hehehehe.” Bu Wita was straight up.

“Where does it work?” it seems that Bu Wita is familiarizing himself with Faya. Maybe he thinks Faya comes from people like them. Karna Faya occupies the same VIP room as them.

“I'm not working, Buk. It just so happened a few days ago that I resigned from my old job.”

“Wahh, coincidence again. Pa, can dong Mbaknya be given a position in the office.” Said Bu Wita back to her husband.

“Iya, can be very. We will talk again when we return to Jakarta. Now again on vacation, it is not ethical if we disturb Faya about work. Isn't that Faya?”

Faya just smiled and responded. In his heart he was cheering. Didn't expect it would get the ease of the road to get a new job.

At 9 p.m., the couple resigned to return to accompany their son. He left his son to his sister. Previously, Faya and Bu Wita exchanged phone numbers. If it could be so direct, what was the use of the business card?

After the couple died, Faya switched to bed. It was late and he was sleepy too. Before picking up the dream, at a glance remember the words of Bu Wita about wearing Faya with his sister.

Oh gosh. Faya's mind has gone everywhere. But in between those thoughts, it is still clear about

Prima. makes Faya grunt and fool himself because he still can not divert his mind from Prima.

Faya covered her entire body with a blanket. Hoping that Prima's shadow would soon be out of her head. But there was precisely, Prima's face was more clearly plastered in his mind. Oh gosh. It seemed like she had to accept Bu Wita's matchmaking to escape her mind.