Driver For The Madam
Chapter 32. Think about

Today is my first day working as a factory worker.

I was picked up by the company's mini bus.

We both sat next to each other. Dendi who was smiling faintly as if muttering something that I do not know what it is.

Suddenly, Dendi whispered. As if it would be just the two of us who know this conversation.

"Mas, we'll be in a special room. So don't follow them! Just stay the same, "he sounds so slow.

I just nodded, just saying yes.

I was thinking why we were special employees. Especially if I don't have a high school diploma. I hope good things and luck are on my side.

We entered a large factory area.

We all went down and I just walked with Dendi.

In front of the entrance were two strong-bodied people waiting for our arrival.

One of them called me and Dendi. I looked at Dendi. He just smiled broadly without explaining in detail what we would work on later.

We both followed the two men into a room behind the barn. Maybe if outsiders come here. They won't know that there's a hidden room here.

I looked around. There are many electronic products from different types of products. There are also piles of palm oil that have been neatly packed.

They both taught us. We have to pack that electronics. But, on it should be covered with packing oil. So flat-screen television and its friends won't sniff. Because on top of the item we put neatly arranged packaging oil and we pack it back.

"Den, why is gini pumped anyway tivinya? is it not broken if it is covered with oil?" many wonder.

"Maybe not. That's the point of thin styrofoam in each corner for what dong. It's to keep the oil from going anywhere." Kalem answered.

"Where are we going to send this? Why should I close the gini?" I'm still curious.

"Later in the evening you will know for yourself. Where we send the stuff." Say it while opening your eyes.

The more I ask. Dendi replied just as well. It makes me curious and suspicious.

"Oya. Later that night after we deliver the goods. We got 1 million. Everyone else. How's it? It's fun." He said smiling happily.

"Where should the gold be sent? why the night of delivery?" I am more curious.

The payment I received was quite high with just one delivery. And Dendi also said that within a week will send three containers.

So in a week I can get 3 million rupiah. A huge amount for me. But I was worried and suspicious. Does this make sense. Or it's just my mind.

Finished packing the goods earlier. We were immediately driven home by two sturdy men earlier. We stopped by for lunch and got paid for by one of them.

"Kok not nothing has been in manjain gini huh?" my inner.

"New day's work. The afternoon can go home and eat again." Inner again.

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Arriving at home. Dendi was just lazing around in her bedroom. While I have to fulfill my obligations first. Maybe soon I'll call my family back home. I still think about them.

I peeked at Dendi from behind the door that was closed was not that tight. A smooth snoring sounded a sign he was already slumbering.

I'm heading to the living room. Sit there and call my family.

It was time to talk to Annissa.

"Dad....Nissa kangen's. When's dad coming home?" He asked in a spoiled tone.

"Brothers....Nissa wants a toy with ice cream. Nissa wants to go to school again. Yangti went to the teacher's house yesterday" She told me about her activities.

"It's good that Nissa wants to go to school. But, can not wait to continue with Yangti. Okay, father's son." Tell her.

"Okey is well. Ready dad..hi.hi.hi.hi." she chuckles to herself.

Maybe he thought of something he would do to his grandmother.

"Dad should sleep first. Later that night Dad's working again. Love Yangti first baby!" my door.

After chatting with them. I'll turn off my call after saying my regards.

I went back into the room and lay on this comfortable bed.

Even though my mind was full of suspicion. But at least, there's still Dendi next to me tonight.

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Dinner is still awkward. In two hours we will be in action. Deliver the items that have been packed into cardboard. A motorbike is parked in the yard. I saw it while looking for the night air on the porch.

Dendi sat next to me. The curious finally opened my voice.

"That's the bike who Den is? the feeling was not there this afternoon," I asked in wonder.

"That's a motor for us. Soon we will go to the factory on the bike." he replied lightly.

"Kirain was picked up by the man Den," I said.

"They just direct. They'll be where we're going.

They are the managers" he said, explaining.

Time passes quickly. We rode the boss's motorbike. In front of the factory there is a large container truck.

Just looking at it I shuddered. I've never driven a vehicle this big. But I should be able to try it.

"We're leaving now! it's key. Oh yes, the route kits later to the port yesterday. Just a different path," said Dendi lightly.

"I've never driven a big vehicle like this Den" I said worriedly.

"Slow down first mas. Where to go, I'll point to you." Dendi holds the android phone and turns on the electronic map.

I finally got the courage to drive this vehicle. My heart is still beating.

I'm worried I'll make a mistake. In less than two hours, we had arrived at the port of the left lane. Two men were waiting for us. We're getting out of there. There was a cargo ship in front of us.

The contents of the container are moved into the ship without any remaining. After the business is done. Dendi received our payment.

We're heading home. It's in the early hours. We came home at 1:30 a.m.

Arrive at home.

I parked the bike in a normal place. After we entered. Dendi gave me a fee.

"It's one million dollars!" he said while handing over 10 pieces of red money.

I accepted it with joy. It turned out to be just a delivery courier, my pay is quite large. Yes ... although my mind is still raging. At least I got paid more.

I've been dropping off that stuff three times this week. I already know where that stuff was taken. Contraband sent to neighboring countries. The huge Customs tax made our boss plan all this. And we are the courier.