PRETTY GHOSTS
News From the Kidnapper
"Wooh! There's only a color!" peeked Ozil so opened the closet and looked at his clothes. For superiors, maybe women who are currently bathing want to use a shirt. But for the bottom, there are only drawstring pants. Shorts are also there but dirty, Ozil has not had time to wash them. Which is not there, a triangular cloth to cover objects under the stomach. "Try me to use a color, but he wants to."
After a long time Ozil waited for the woman to take a bath while playing a cell phone, now the woman entered the room using only a towel. Ozil's eyes instantly widened and was blown away by what he saw at the moment. The woman looks very beautiful with white and smooth legs on her thighs. Ozil even had trouble swallowing his own saliva.
"Which shirt am I wearing?" the question from the woman immediately broke the mind of Ozil who had wandered where.
"Eh, here," said Ozil somewhat stuttered, while handing over the t-shirt and drawstring pants. "Wearing this is okay, right?"
For a moment the woman's forehead wrinkled, but soon after she smiled and her smile succeeded in making Ozil stunned. The woman was confused like a confused person. Ozil's forehead wrinkled and soon after he understood that the woman was confused about where to wear her clothes. Ozil relented, and he went out of the room for a bit.
"It's over!" the woman exclaimed that she was wearing her clothes. Ozil came in and smiled awkwardly. The shirt turns out to look loose, as well as the color pants worn. Ozil and the woman sat on the floor facing each other and leaned against each side of the room.
"You sit on the bed, the floor is cold" Ozil said.
"You sat there, too, when I sat there. I don't want to" the woman refused.
"You're good at using this language. Don't don't you're not actually from abroad?" Ozil is back to that.
"I don't know. If I had known, I might have told you earlier," the woman replied. "Will you sleep here too?"
Ozil's forehead is contorted. It was actually also what was troubling his mind at this moment. Ozil could have slept on the sofa in the office, but he felt bad, in addition to the cctv, he also did not want to be said to run just because the boss is good to Ozil. "What if I sleep here."
The woman smiled thinly. "Yes it's okay. Sorry for making your life difficult. Tomorrow I'll be out of here."
"Where are you going? Your own name you don't know. If you're in danger again how?"
The woman looked down. "At least I'm not here to bother you."
"Here is. You'll sleep there later" the woman refused.
"Don't ngeyel, how will you get sick? I'm the one who's bothered later, too" Ozil looks a little upset.
"Where do you sleep?" instead of answering directly, Ozil was silent because he was also confused about where to sleep if the bed was used by the woman. "No, you're confused where you want to sleep. I slept there, but so did you? How's it? We sleep in one place, huh?"
"What!" Ozil squealed with slightly rounded eyes.
Meanwhile somewhere else. The five ghosts were coming to the place where he was helping the woman who was currently with Ozil. When they came to the scene, it was seen, the man who had fainted was sitting with another man. Maybe he was his co-worker. The man who had fainted was upset. The ghosts approached the two men to listen to their conversation.
"You're sure that woman has some mysterious power?" ask the guy in the black shirt. His face was fierce with a well-built and tattooed body.
"Yes, you see for yourself the room that was a mess. That was him. Fortunately I was not finished," replied the man wearing the blue shirt, who had fainted. The ghosts who heard it could only giggle at it.
"If she has powers, isn't she the last woman our boss is after?" said the guy in the shirt.
"He said that, that woman as well as the five women who are in the headquarters, will make our boss incomparable strong."
"Hahaha .. how sorry are those five women. Their news is gone."
"Five women? Is that us?" said one of the ghosts and they looked at each other with a variety of questions.
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