PRETTY GHOSTS
Two Women Talking
One Sunday morning in a room in a house that was quite luxurious.
"Run, are you serious about your decision?" ask a woman who is currently with another woman, when they are preparing to leave. They would go somewhere where they would talk about the plans they would make with some men and also with the ghosts.
"Why? You doubted me?" the woman called Seruni instead threw a question back to her familiar friend called Zhang. Since parting ways with Ozil, the woman has indeed taken more refuge in Zhang's home. Even when Seruni contacted her parents, she also kept the place of her whereabouts a secret.
"Well, how is it? Don't you, honey, hand over your crown to Ozil? Is it just Ob, Run? Not that I insult Ozil yes, no, just like how it is," Zhang said with the right choice of words so that he did not offend the feelings of his interlocutors.
Seruni then smiled. "What's wrong with Ozil being an Ob, Zhang? For me mending a guy like Ozil loh, he always looks sincere," said Seruni casually.
"And there are still many men who I think are better, Run," Zhang was still firm in his opinion. "See your friends, who are also abroad you are a lot of cool right?"
Seruni again showed her smile. "But there's nothing as good as Ozil? At least, I've learned from the experience I've been through, Zhang. Maybe it's because you haven't known Ozil for long so you think that way. You even know, Zhang, I broke up with my fiancee because of what. So yes already, mending my crown, I leave it to the same person who clearly there is sincerity when with me."
Zhang nodded a few times. After all, he does know what Seruni life is like. "Are you in love with Ozil, Run? You want to do that, want to hand over your crown to him?"
This time Seruni smiled very widely. "Fell in love, Zhang. What else did Ozil and I agree not to fall in love with each other. You also know how my parents are. We will never be blessed with religious differences and also treasures, which are very striking. I don't want Ozil and his family to suffer if my extended family acts. You don't know my family, Zhang."
"Yayaya, I know that," Zhang replied. "But your parents know who Ozil is, Run. He who has helped you. The time they don't want to accept?"
"Geez, Zhang. Although Ozil was once a hero, that's no particular reason, for my parents to accept him. Okay, if it's just friends, my parents won't mind it, but if the relationship is more serious, think a thousand times," said Seruni loudly. "Udah let's go, it's noon. Where are we going?"
Meanwhile at Mas Ari's house, Ozil is still stunned by what he hears from his boss. Ozil did not expect that the guest at his boss' house came because he wanted to meet him. One person, Ozil knows him enough because he has met once, while the other two, Ozil does not know him at all.
"How are you, Zil? Healthy?" greet a guest who knows Ozil. He even immediately smiled widely and welcomed Ozil's arrival warmly.
"Healthy, sir," Ozil replied rather awkwardly. "What about your own father? Healthy too, right?"
"Sure!" said the man enthusiastically. "When are you going to my place of business, Zil? Did I send you again, a beautiful masseuse?"
Hearing such an offer, of course Ozil immediately smiled widely and was a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, Sir. Incidentally at work is busy again, so have not had time to play to the place of the Father."
The man who owns the elite massage shop smiled broadly. "But is Saturday your Sunday off, Zil? Or I'll send another masseuse, will you?"
"As for you," the answer that came out of Ozil's mouth certainly made everyone there laugh. Ozil had a red face. "Says you need to be with me?"
"Oh yes, Zil, me and my brother came here because there is a need for you," said the man, then he gave a look that made Ozil widen his eyes.
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