Driver For The Madam
Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

I'm Malik Jayadi, living in a village

Telongsari located in the city of M in eastern Java.

I was born from a family that was not. My father

a farmer who has no

land, so he should always look for people

the land he wants to work on.

My mother was a laundry worker in the village, who

going from house to house offers

its services. I'm three brothers, two brothers

women and they are married and

take each husband to another city.

Now I am, the youngest who always

from a small age, even now

I'm 26 years old, and

she has a little daughter aged 3

the year.

My life is just a driver

angkot, must always fight to meet

daily living needs.

I walked from the village road one to

other villages to add

passengers. Even if it's quiet

passenger, I have to hang around

village road until nightfall,

so I can pay the deposit

daily to Mr. Ahmad, the owner of the angkot

stay in my village.

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The morning after I arrived at the angkot boss' house.

"Lik, your angkot service will be yes!

Looks like someone's in trouble. Try you

listen sound! There's every buzz

times start the machine." Terang pak Ahmad's.

"Yes sir, later after returning home, I take it to the workshop. I want to take it home

after finishing from the workshop?" My bargain on

mr. Ahmad.

"No need Lik, let Toni take it

come home, anyways later in the afternoon he has no activities,"

refuse mr. Ahmad.

"Alright sir, then I say narik

long ago, Assalamualaikum," while entering

the steering. I smiled and nodded at

mr. Ahmad.

"Waalaikumsalam, heart of hearts son," replied sir

Ahmad smiled with a thin smile.

It was seen that Mr. Ahmad saw the passing of the angkot

in front of him. He breathed slowly

while saying softly. I don't know what he said, I could only see his mouth as if he was muttering alone.

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It was late afternoon.

"Alhamdulillah, today can deposit and still

there's leftovers to buy the kitchen stuff, "i

say while smiling happily.

This is how I live and live my day to day

work with the driver and

I have to think about my son's needs

soon to go to early school.

There's not much I can do other than

being a driver, I was just a graduate

SMP country in the village, no expertise

particular. I also have to work hard to learn. Thankfully, there was Tony. Child

eldest sir Ahmad who wants to teach me how to drive. Since Junior High I have been hanging out with

mason Toni. Even though we are 2 years old

but we feel like close friends.

Even Tony thinks of me as a little brother

his man. Maybe because he only has a sister

female.

Love matters, don't ask.

I've been living a household life

for 2 years and ended up being betrayed.

At the age of Annisa went one year. My wife

started changing. He tends to ignore

his duties as a wife and mother.

His change of heart made me suspicious.

The tragedy happened, he left me

and her son's still breastfeeding for a man

else, he disappeared from our lives and

there was no news from him until

annisa is now 3 years old.

Annissa Sari's. My only little princess.

My daughter grew up to be a cheerful child, who

able to make us shake our heads

will his behavior and actions.

He is my encouragement for now. Sakes

he is the one who fought and survived in the village

these. She is my precious daughter.

the complete. Plus the little princess

sweet and cheerful even by my side

there is no special woman who fills

my days.

Actually, there is no woman who

come close. Even though I am just one

chauffeured. But my pretty handsome looks

and the good can conquer the hearts of the

women in this village. It's just me

not starting a new relationship.

My priority right now is my son. My little princess Annisa. I had to keep him growing and

flourishes. Building a strong mentality

for him so that he does not get discouraged even though

she does not have a mother who

care for and educate him.

Annisa is not thirsty for affection.

My parents always pay attention

and monitor its progress always.

There is also Fatma. Mr. Ahmad's youngest son

who often came to the house to bring it

toys and drawing equipment.

Annisa's always excited when Fatma

visit to home. He always ran and

he hugged Fatma who was in the

ahead of him. His smile was always in front

Fatma, she's chattering typical of a little boy who

adorable.

From the look on his face, I know he keeps

taste me.

His attention all this time was none other than and

not to take away my sympathy.

Not that I don't want to marry again but

memories are always imagined

when I was close to a woman.

He is a Fatma. Son of the draughtsman

angkot. His family helped a lot

our. They never offend

about status. But I am an

these single parents are self-conscious.

He can get more men

everything from me that is just

a chauffeur. All this time I only considered Fatma as a friend and

just a little sister.

My feelings are still closed

another female. Maybe someday will come

it's time I found my true love.

Nowow. Let me live my life

simplistic. Let me try to get up

by circumstance. I have to try more

for my life, my children and my parents

change for the better.

In this village I must survive. I

reluctant to part with the child and second

my parents. Many have told me

to find your luck in the capital.

according to them the state of the economy

the village is unstable. Already much

people who go to another city to go to another city

a better life.

But, not a few of them forget who they used to be.

Yeah.they turned out to be more arrogant.

because I feel I have everything.

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"So old Malik, he's a man who

good. Polite and friendly but, just like that

left his wife for another man." Ahmad muttered when Malik had passed from his home after successfully carrying the money angkot deposit.

Ahmad passed from where he stood,

entering his house which was in

behind him, there is a beloved youngest child.

"Father, you're here, yes" said the man.

child while grinning.

"Well, are you here? must be squirming Malik again, though,

didn't they?" Ask Mr. Ahmad bertubi on

Fatmas.

"Eeemmm .. it .. yes .. sir," Fatma replied

while lowering his head.

"You have to understand who Malik is, father

not forbid you like who, but

remember one thing, Malik is a good boy.

But he's a widower. One-child widower, sir

Ahmad said at length

her child.

"Fatma understood sir, I've been waiting in the kitchen, Let's wait for dinner while watching TV together!"

They both stepped forward

family room and resume activities late afternoon.