PRETTY GHOSTS

PRETTY GHOSTS
Designing the Future


In the morning of the garage.


"Where's nirmala? How come there's no?" Ozil, who had just woken up, was stunned when in the room he stayed no, did not see the figure of the woman who accompanied him last night. It's the next day and now it's seven in the morning. "Is he out?" Ozil asked in his heart with all his might.


Luka Ozil is not serious. There were only a few bruises and also a scuffed head from hitting the wall which caused him to faint. Ozil slowly came down from the cage because he had some business straightening himself out to the toilet now. With a slow step and a little pain, Ozil stepped into the toilet in the inpatient room.


"Loh, Ari!" peekuk Ozil so out of the toilet and see the figure of the boss is already in the room. "Ari's mom, is she here?"


"Kok you didn't tell me you were in the hospital anyway, Zil?" mas Ari protested with a face that looked annoyed regardless of the questions that came out of Ozil's mouth. But the man with two children rushed to Ozil to help him walk towards the cage.


"Oh, Mas, no need, I can do it alone," Ozil refused to feel bad when Mas Ari intended to give help. The boss immediately abandoned his intentions. "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't get to tell you last night, because I passed out. I realized it was midnight. Does Ari know where I'm at the hospital?"


Ari sat back on the sofa. "So early in the morning, Nirmala went home and told me you were in the hospital. He also asked my permission to temporarily replace your duties at the office, all of you take your goods to be brought here," replied the pre. "How are the criminals? Has the police handled it?"


"It is likely that by noon the police will come here to ask for information" Ozil replied, who was quite surprised when he heard the story from Mas Ari about Nurmala.


"I had expected, sooner or later Nirmala would have to bother him," said Mas Ari again. "Well, he lived in a big city. Where were you last night? Isn't it usual that if she comes home from the trade, you're with her?"


"I played last night to my friend Mas's place" replied Ozil who was now sitting on the cage. "But I had rushed home, but Nirmala had already finished trading. But thank God, I can still help him. Not too late."


Ari nodded his head several times. "You and Nirmala are so close, why don't you get married, Zil?"


Ozil smiled. "The plan is that, Mom. Me and Nirmala are getting married soon" the young man said with a cry.


"For the time is yet to be determined, Mas. We just talked about this last night. But yes probably soon, Mas," replied Ozil. "Oh yeah, Mom, maybe later after I get married, I'll quit my job, Mom, I'm sorry?"


Mas Ari's smile immediately expanded. "It's okay. But you said it before you really left. While looking for instead. Let's not suddenly, like when you just entered work, it was an old employee who stopped working suddenly. Good thing I just met you, so quickly get in exchange."


"Well, Mas, thank you," Ozil replied in relief.


"What are your plans after marriage? Want to open a business?"


"Yes the plan is that, but open a business in the village, Mas. Want to enlarge my parents' shop and also continue Nirmala's business there. All help you in the fields."


"It's good that everything is well planned. I can only support and pray, Zil."


Ozil nodded as well. Two men of different ages were back talking and they shared their experiences. More precisely Mas Ari who shared his experience after the man married and had two children. Like normal men in general, Ozil also wants to be a good husband and father for his children later.


A few hours later, the police arrived. Ozil was questioned by the police about the case that had just happened to him and Nurmala. The woman, who had gone to replace Ozil, had returned to the hospital with some of the food and clothing Ozil needed.


Now when they were just the two of them, they were back talking about the future that they talked about last night. Marriage is sacred and should be discussed very seriously by both parties.


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