PRETTY GHOSTS
The Body of a Boss
"He who?" ozil's forehead creased, his footsteps halted. Ozil, who had just returned after buying food, was shocked when his eyes caught someone standing in front of the gate of the office as well as his residence. Rather than being curious, Ozil continued his steps towards where he worked.
"Excuse me, who's coming?" ozil's voice suddenly echoed, seemingly surprising the person standing facing the gate as he looked towards the inner area. The man turned to Ozil and immediately smiled sweetly. "Who are you looking for, huh, Ma'am?" asked Ozil again to the man who was indeed a woman.
"You ask, Mom, is there really a man here named Ozil? He said he lived here?" the question from the woman certainly made Ozil surprised. Along with that, in Ozil's mind immediately appeared various questions and also kecurigan. If noticed, the woman is very beautiful and her clothes, enough to make Ozil hard to blink.
"Well, you know where Ozil's name is in this place?" Ozil did not admit it right away. The woman is also a crime syndicate. In any case, Ozil should be able to be more vigilant.
"From the police station. My boss said the man who saved his son was the young man who worked here. I was told by my boss to meet him" replied the woman, who was wearing a long green shirt just a little below her waist. If observed the clothes of the woman is very sexy. Clothes that do not cover the knee. Even shorter, and the chest poking out some of its contents.
"Whose boss is it?" ask Ozil again full of search.
"Are you trying to interrupt me?" the question that was thrown from the woman certainly made Ozil gasp. "Yes, I'll have the boss call Mr. Ari, and say that the name Ozil is not there," the woman reached into her bag to pick up the phone.
"I'm Ozil" Ozil finally admitted, and the woman was quite surprised. Because hearing Ari's name called, making Ozil want to not want to choose to admit it. Ozil does not want to be looked upon badly by his boss later if until the woman reports.
"Whoa! Really you, Ozil?" Ozil nodded quickly. "Cool as well." when Ozil only used color and tenpa sleeve t-shirts.
"Let's go in, Ma'am." replied Ozil then he passed the woman and opened the gate that Ozil key if he left at night. The three women then followed Ozil's steps. "Kita sits on the terrace near the garden huh, Mommy?" tawar Ozil's.
"Times in the park? It's dark, isn't there any jamuak?" protest the woman. "The living room is not here?"
"There is, only if the night I do not dare to enter guests into, Ma'am. Sorry, I just keep my boss's trust, Ma'am," Ozil replied honestly.
"Yes not in the garden, dark times are dark." The woman protested again. Though in the park is not dark, only dim light.
"It's okay in the room, than in the garden. Lots of mosquitoes." For the umpteenth time Ozil was again surprised. And now his shock was mixed with an unusual heartbeat. "In the room it seems more comfortable, you know," the woman was a little pushy. Inevitably Ozil obeyed him and the woman looked excited.
"What does it do anyway? How's the night you want to come here?" asked Ozil between his steps to the room. Ozil's heart is really made out of nowhere at the moment. What's more five ghosts are also currently somewhere. From noon, they were invisible, making Ozil quite worried about him.
"Work at the massage parlor, Mas."
"Well!" Ozil immediately screamed loudly until the hand that was about to open the door of the room benrhenti when holding the doorknob. "Massage man?" ozil's mind wandered.
"Yes, Mas. But not a cheap masseuse as you think, Mas," the woman's answer makes Ozil waver instead of playing. It is natural that Ozil thinks negatively, because indeed most masseurs are synonymous with additional services.
As soon as the door was opened, Ozil invited his guests in. "Sorry, there's no chair in my room."
"Hehehe .. It's okay, Mas. Sitting on the floor is fine, too" replied the woman, laying her ass on the floor
"If it's cold, just sit on the bed, Ma'am," Ozil said. The woman then shifted and sat on the bed as Ozil offered. "The purpose of Mbak here to see me is, what for, Ma'am?"
The woman immediately smiled broadly, while looking at Ozil who was sitting on his back against the wall. "I asked my boss to serve you, Mas."
"Well!"
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