Driver For The Madam
Chapter 29. Zainab's Decree.

* Fatma POV *

After Cindy came home. I was sitting limp in the living room.

I really didn't expect. Toni can do something like that. What's wrong with his life?. Our family is not a lack of people. And we are also not lacking in attention and affection.

It seems there will be time. Where humans will change.

"Ah, stop. If it continues like this, it will not be finished. I'd better take a shower, maghrib in a minute." I muttered alone and headed to the bathroom.

Finish shower. I hear the noise. I peeked for a while still wrapped in a towel.

My parents were arguing in the living room. Seeing them like that, I quickly went into the room and got dressed.

"Why is it still stormy?, should we try to help Toni's mas?," As for the two of them.

The father who does not want to deal with the problem of Toni, approves the follow-up hearing and the Mason Toni will be in prison for 5 years.

While mom, she still wants to help Toni. At least ease his sentence.

I as a brother must support my mother.

I don't want Toni to linger in jail. He must have his own reasons why he did this.

"If you really want to help Toni. You raise your hand. You guys take care of everything. Including money to pay his lawyer." Ahmad leaned away in the presence of his wife and child.

"Family head but hands off," mother's murmur was upset.

"Don't that buk, maybe you want to teach the same lesson Toni," I said with a sigh.

"Even though Toni was punished, he was also imprisoned. Not being free right away" mumbling.

"This is how it happened ma'am, we are sincere and just accept everything," I said to calm mother.

The night has mastered. This dinner was different. We just scooped a few times. It seems that the appetite has been lost because of the thought of Toni mas.

"You should eat until you're done. Mubadzir is no good." Ask father.

We just nodded slowly.

Mom and I are still thinking about Toni who has been in prison for 2 nights.

Mom followed me into the room. Tonight we have to decide something.

"Fat, I was on the phone with Rudy. He said 'he had a lawyer friend. But it's expensive, son." Mother said showing her sad look.

"Emang sure buk, can ease Toni's punishment?," I asked.

"Looks sure. Rudy convinced my mother that the lawyer had handled many cases like this. His sentence is only 2 years in prison." Obviously mother again.

"If it's like that, we have to convince Mr. Mom. Fatma's car hasn't paid off. Where do we get the money to pay the lawyer?" I asked.

"Calm down, I can sell our angkot. It's your grandfather's legacy" said the mother.

"But ma'am..if we sell angkot, the driver works what dong," I'm heavy-hearted to hear the words of mother.

"We just tell them. Surely they will understand and find another job," Timpal said.

"But....." I did not continue my words.

It seems like Mother has been unanimous with her decision, as it concerns her beloved son.

"How much did you pay that lawyer?" I asked.

"Rudy said that Toni's up for trial should be 5 years in jail. Can be reduced and only 2 years in prison. 150 Million children in total. That's all." Mother explains.

"Not wrong mom? it's worth it you don't want to nolong mas Toni. It turns out to be expensive." I said half in disbelief.

"For the size of our family. That money can be back in a year, son. Tomorrow I'm looking for someone who wants to buy an angkot." he said again.

"But, is it not the same as the drivers, ma'am?, they have been pursuing this profession for 5 years." Asking back.

I can only sigh. Let mother with her decision.

If it's like this. I can't stand in the way of mom's decision.

We both slept in my room tonight.

The mother next to me was asleep in her sleep.

"Where else will Malik work?," I asked in my heart.

I still can't close my eyes.

Too many problems are piling up in my head.

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The day changed in the morning. I can't see those 3 drivers today. Especially with Malik.

What happens if he is no longer a driver. He has no other skills.

I saw 3 men enter the courtyard.

Tumben once the three of them came together. I'd better not meet the three of them for a while. I don't know what to say to him.

I saw you meet the three of them outside.

Mom explained everything. The faces of the three of them were lethargic and stiff.

Well, I can guess. I don't have a heart for Mom's decision. But I can't do anything either.

I can only pray. Hopefully, the three of them quickly found a new and decent job.

After they got out in their own vehicles. Mom's coming towards me.

"Actually, I don't have the heart for the three of them either, son. But how else, your father won't help Toni." Mother says.

"Fatma let alone ma'am, they have responsibilities as the head of the family." My solute.

"Later if our angkot sell all. Mother will give them each a sack of rice, cooking oil 3 liters and sugar 3kg. To stock up as long as they're looking for a new job." Said iba's mother.

"Thank God if you think like that. At least we give them stock." My timpal.

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I was willing to go to work.

I'll drivemobile. I feel guilty for our drivers. Maybe this isn't just my family's disaster. But exams for them, too.

Arriving at the office. My co-worker greeted me who looked lethargic.

"Why Fat?, your face looks sleepless, lethargic again." Widia asked in surprise.

"Semalem I slept with mom. So we both talked until morning. That's why I'm getting less sleep." Answer lies.

Thankfully, my job is far from home. So, at least the co-workers in the office knew nothing about the incident of Toni's mash being caught.

We both passed by some other co-workers. There is at least someone beside me for now. So that these tears would not drip without me noticing.

Everyone came in and sat in their work rooms.

In front of me is already a file that I have to learn when I meet later.

But this thought was still not calm.

As a secretary. I have to be professional at work.

I threw away the problem that made my mind mess up. I tried the method of pulling and exhaling many times. So that my mind is a little clear and can focus on my work.