Driver For The Madam
Chapter 40. Desire

I've been here for almost 2 weeks without any news of family back home.

I feel restless and agitated.

"Is my son Annissa okay? if I could remember mom's cell phone number, I would've called her." I muttered alone sitting in a mini gazebo in the field belonging to Mr. Ismail.

Ishmael came closer to me. He looked at my overcast face.

"Adi, what's wrong with you? your face is so kinky rich paper tangled?" ask Mr. Ismail.

"Biasalah sir. I miss my family in the village. Same with mom, dad and son."

My answer.

"You...have you any children? the real one, still young and seger gini really. There must be a lot of girls chasing you." Ask Ismail not to believe it.

"Yes, I actually have a child. I'm not young, sir. It's been 26 years." Convince Mr. Ismail.

"Were your only children being discussed? You don't miss your wife?" ask Ismail again.

Malik took a deep breath.

Then he continued to answer the question Ismail.

"I'm divorced from my wife."

"Lha, it's young to be divorced." Wonder Mr. Ismail.

"Yes.gimana again sir. He's acting up himself." Honest tidbits.

"Don't worry about Adi! you are still strong and handsome. There must be a lot of girls out there who want to love you." Entertain sir Ismail.

"Hopefully yes sir." My heart while smiling.

"Oh yes sir. Is there no angkot or anything like that?" my many.

"This is a remote area, if for example people want to go to the city. Will definitely rent a pick up car and the pay is also a joint venture."

Obviously Mr. Ismail.

"It's just worth a lot of people cycling on the streets sir. So that's why. I want to find a job as a driver." Continue again.

"Can you drive? good dong huh. But, have you not worked with your father. Why would you want to be a driver?" ask Ismail.

"I'm worried sir. If the duration of work in the field, then even do not drive it," I answered honestly.

"Yes, too, son, especially this father does not have a car. But if you can drive why don't you ask Wardah's mom?"

"Mother Marwah max father?" my many.

"Yes, Miss Marwah son, already this month looking for a driver for his son!" answer Ismail.

"Why? you mean Elisha?" many doubt.

"But yesterday he didn't tell me anything, sir." I said no more disbelief.

"He was just his mother's story. And ma Marwah told me the same story. He asked my father to find a private driver. Must be the one to trust the guy, son."

Obviously Mr. Ismail.

"This is a good opportunity for me. It could be close to Elisha." Innerpleasure.

"But if I'm a driver. Who will accompany you?" Innerku raging.

On one side I want to be near Elisha. On the other hand, pity the same Ismail who is alone. His wife is dead and his children are in town.

Suddenly, Ismail said.

"If you really want to be Lisa's personal driver, just go to Marwah's house. You will find someone new who can help you. You're too young with this job."

"Sorry sir. I don't mean.." I haven't finished what I said Mr. Ismail interrupted me and continued his words.

"Not that, son. As long as you're here, I'm very helped. You also do not think your nature is good and attention exceeds your own children. Go to Marwah's house. Maybe Lisa needs you more than you do." Tell Ismail again.

"She is a fragile woman. You know that once. Because his father and his late father used to be good friends. Ever since her father died, Elisha has been under pressure in his life."

Bright sir Ismail with a face tucked away in grief.

Perhaps he remembered his good friend who had first faced the creator.

"Later tonight I will go to Mother's house sir. Hopefully there's still a vacancy." Excruciate.

We walked along the grassy streets to the old house of Ismail.

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*Elisha POV.

It's been a week since my mind has been glued to Adi. Once upon a time, I fell in love with my schoolmate. Now my heart feels the beauty of falling in love again after all this time.

Before graduation, my father died and made a will that forced me to fulfill his will.

"I'm sorry Lisa's dad. Alisa doesn't want to live with this kind of pressure. Alisa would love to be happy with the person Lisa loves." I looked at the picture of my father on the wall of my room.

Suddenly, Minah. Art entered the room, took and pushed a wheelchair and apologized for not knocking on the door first.

"Sorry lady. Sir wants to sit here. I was quick and could not knock. Non Marshella's been making a fuss in the living room." Riled.

"That kid's still an arrogant. Let's get us there!" myrag.

Me and Minah stepped into the living room.

Marshella waited while standing with her arms crossed and a pouting face.

He saw us. His view is still the same with me. Full of hate and disgust.

"Bi Minaaahh! sohib I wait again. Bring dad to his room!" he shouted at Bik Minah.

"Bbbbaaikk-non." Answer Minah stammered and frightened.

"Marshella, you can't be rude to old people. You always said it was big. But, where's your manners?" i vibrate.

All this time Marshella always spoke without thinking about the feelings of his interlocutors.

"You don't have to interfere. Remember yes! You're just a parasite here. The village." He said while leaving us.

Minah and I raised the body of an old man sitting on the living room sofa.

He seems to be shedding his tears. Perhaps all this time he regretted indulging his children without giving them more understanding and attention.

"Let me take the bik's room! bik Minah continues to prepare food for her friend Shella." Tell me.

"Sorry lady. Excuse me first!" step back while stepping into the kitchen.

I pushed this wheelchair. After passing across the second floor stairs.

A 13-year-old girl came out of her room.

In his ear was covered in headphones and music until it sounded in my ear.

I shook my head. He picked up a drink in the fridge and looked at me.

"Eh.ada papa's wife. Kirain went where.

Not to mention it's still nongol here." He said casually while holding a drink can.

I didn't respond to his words. I'm still pushing this wheelchair and bringing it into my room.

This old man saw me. His face was filled with regret. Tears still shed little by little.

I rubbed it and gently stroked her whitened head.

I consider him to be like my own father, no less and no more.

Hopefully the disease will heal and be able to walk again. That is all that can be my savior. So that I will not be considered a pesky carrier in the Cahyono family. A family of three years willing to help me and my family.

*Elisha POV end.

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