Driver For The Madam
Chapter 4. PSG - United chauffeur gesrek
It was a very hot day, no time
lunch is arriving. I parked my vehicle
in a regular place at the angkot base.
I spread my eyes to each
the one who passed by, looking
people who used to accompany me
lunches.
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I saw the gentlemen work with me
waving his hands, a sign of greeting
from afar.
This is how life on the streets looks
for a living, we don't consider any other driver
is a rival, but is a sharing friend
and tired.
I entered a food stall
subscription, and it turned out to be just right, though,
they're already there.
"Viiii.....Mj here you are, even crabbing
cuddle over there," shouted someone
calling me.
"Yeah, it's already here a bang!, pantesan
searched outside wasn't there, it's stuck
here apparently," I called out to the man's screams.
"Eh our angkot artist came here," chirped
a man next to her again.
I just chuckle at hearing them
calling me. They intentionally call
Mj (eitss.this isn't Michael Jackson's singer.
legendary yes, but my name is Malik Jayadi.he ).
or the angkot artist.
My face that is no less handsome than
cover boys magazine model, and another one here
they always say I look alike
with Reski Aditya, the soap opera artist
famous, it's just our fate
be different.
I walked over to their table with a smile
widths.
"You are if you don't tempt me
a dayiiii..just can't be like, I will.
want it in girl seducer not in sedain
sirs kayak y'all," my whiskers are as thick as
just pretend.
"Our artist again why, less love
dear yes mas," joked mas Yanto while
chuckles.
"Again PMS times" chirped the other one while
laughingly.
We laughed together. If
it has accumulated like this, the burden of the mind
piling up, a moment can be reduced.
They were my friends at the base
always entertaining, their jokes are gone
secondly. Especially if I am always the one
joke for them, understand
they are all married and have
son, while I'm a parent
single alias widower but duda cool lohhh.
"We're on the eating mesen, Mj
just eat, pay for it yourself!! mas
Yanto chattered again.
"Once in a while mbok ya paidin gituhhh, no
kasian is the same as me who is alone without
wife??."
I'm trying to be sober.
"Cup.cup...cup...later brother tracts yes!, brother.
buy candy to let it diem," said bang Udin
one master with me.
"Aishh.
small, mentang mentang already bangkotan,"
I was mocking them.
"The child should be taught a lesson
woii, cook us at katain bangkotan, asem
once, my ketek is not asem you know." Reply
mas Rudi did not accept the look that was in the
make sangar.
"If you have gathered, my shop will
rame, not the customer's rame, the ramen
your country, ngoceeehhhhhh
not too complicated." Mbok lastri shop owner
chimed in our babble while carrying
tray containing order drinks
we're all.
"Our artist is mbok, macem
same senior!," added Mas Memet, the driver
angkot village next door.
"Ha.ha.ha.kok ya can do Malik artist, Malik,
it's obvious that it's Malik's son." Mooch
Lastri defended me with a smile.
I was their talk, just
could just sumringah.
"Udah mbok bargain the youngest son of the mbok
same for Malik, uh Malik even nolak
raw, the girl's son is a girl
glum before leaving
our tables.
I reached for his arm with a smile
"Mbok, it's not because I physically rejected Retno,
he is young, he deserves it
a man more worthy than I."
"Yes son, the mbok knows, yes it's a moment again
your food is ready, just wait,
Retno's coming later." Walk in
left us.
The atmosphere felt awkward because
lastri said, finally already
starting abating.
Suddenly......
Brainskkk......
The sound of a table being blown away by
somebody's. We were all surprised and in unison
look towards the source of the sound.
"You, ngagetin only, profit man
here on the strength of his heart, if not
there could be a sudden stroke." Mas
Yanto menoyor head bang Memet
in teriakin huuuu same friends
the other.
"The stiff part is very, very tense
another road in the cemetery, so I'll take a break
keep the table let it rame, so it's exciting too
....he he..peace," while forming fingers
the index and middle form the letter V.
"Our food has come." Show me the mas
Yanto towards Retno who carries a tray
contains food.
"Mj's ways we're sluggish, wait
he's retarded but feels long," sneered
bang Udin's.
I didn't respond to her words, because I knew
he's just kidding. Retno just smiled
to us, there was not a word
out of his tiny mouth.
We ate casually, stall
this meal was different from the others,
it tastes good and the portions offered
pretty much. The price is the same
like other shops.
That's what makes our gang
I ate at this place and could not
move to another shop.
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We have started operating again (narrik
angkot yes means 😁). Stepped
towards each vehicle
and start continuing the work
was delayed.
I roamed the streets again, hoping
there are still people who want to go to the city
or go to another village.
One by one my vehicles were empty
start filling up passengers, yes though
not full, at least it can be good
adding to the kitchen needs.
There were whispers in the back.
"Eh. That's a handsome driver yes, pretty good.
I can wash my eyes" one girl said.
"Right, if on the look of it,
must have lost to the capital artist," said the girl
othersmore.
"You guys if there's a clear guy, habit
really yes, nyerocos there's no stopping,"
the other one.
"Huuuuuu." they cried simultaneously.
I was their conversation material, though,
I can only smile while
shake your head slowly.
"The teenager is different now,
very blatant if you discuss
dude," my inner.
It was getting late, I was driving
my favorite bike is heading home
after returning the car and
pay money as usual.
"Tumben didn't Fatma come out to greet me?
maybe he already has a guy in
his tribe? hopefully so, it's more
good for him," my inner.
This twilight street somehow feels
empty, I drive my bike slowly.
Seen beside the road was a woman,
carrying plastic wrap and bag
a big back.
I think I know that woman, my brain
wandering, as I passed beside him
my feelings are starting to get worse. I saw him from
rearview mirror motor. Sure enough, he.......
That lady.