Driver For The Madam
Chapter 46. Short story of Marshella

*Marshella POV's.

I remember what happened 2 years ago and I started to feel guilty. Instantly the mood for fun disappears and wears off.

We're home. Om MJ who drove me, funny and did not care about me who got out of the car.

Someday I will make you fall in love with me. Look at it later, I should be able to conquer your rich saucy guy. It doesn't matter if it's a widower.

I was already interested when Mj started to set foot in this house. Not just his face and looks. His casual style of acting made me want to pursue him even more.

I went into the house at will. Without greeting, without anything.

"Bi Minaaaaahhh's. Ambilin I drink! so thirsty. Geh buruan!" my peek.

Bi Minah moved into the kitchen and brought me her favorite drink.

"This is the drink non. Please drink!" serik bi Minah's.

"Make a snack dong bik! take it to the room! NO OLD SHIT!" tell me origin.

"Bbbbaaa-ik." Bi Minah stuttered and stepped away.

I saw his wife papa coming out of his room, she pushed papa's wheelchair.

He said something to my dad. But I can't hear it clearly.

Maybe he was talking about me.

"Heh, papa's wife. Tumben is at home. I'm unemployed now!" I'm rude.

"Sopan told me to talk to Shella's parents" she told him.

"What old man are you? lo was young and pantes became papa's son. Not papa's wife!" I just left him.

This room is so big and spacious. From childhood I was used to living a luxurious life and had everything. But, the passing of my mother made my life always feel less and less.

My mother was a strong woman. He was always on my side. When I was pregnant. Mama once told me, papa is still not rich like now. Mama who has always been loyal and gave support to papa is no longer in this world.

My world has changed too. Moreover, it has been three years papa remarried to the hick people from a small village far away.

I don't know what you saw from the lady.

His appearance was ordinary compared to my mother when young.

I sat on the edge of the soft springbed.

On the nightstand, there is a large frame. My family's picture is real up there.

Suddenly, I took the photo. I touched my mama's picture. I miss him so much.

"Ma, Shella's lonely in this house. Only Silvia cares about Shella." I looked at the picture of my mother.

I took a picture of our old.

*klek.

Door opens. Bi Minah brought me the snack I asked for earlier.

"Sorry non, excuse me. This is non. Egg martabak and potato croquettes. If it's less then auntie make it again!" bargained for.

I looked up and smelled this food.

"Put it in there bik! aunt just get out!" tell me while pointing at the small table next to my bedroom mini sofa.

"All right, non!" while putting the plate containing the snack earlier.

Bi Minah came out in a hurry

Bi Minah and his wife papa are one of my entertainments in this house.

I can take everything out on them.

I don't care what their response to me is.

This is perfectly fine, I'm the young lady of the house. All my wishes they must fulfill.

I started eating my favorite drinks and snacks. As I open my school diploma file. I saw my grades there.

"At least I'm not beg*-beg* very late. Fortunately the death of my teacher ancem, if not yes it may not be rich gini also my value, hahaha." Laughter satisfied.

"gue has to show this to papa. I want to go to college in business management. Let papa's office I can take over someday." My resolve.

"Om Rudi, just wait! I won't let om rule over our treasures!" My trust.

I went out of my room and looked for Silvia.

Finally I decided to approach the father who was alone sitting in his wheelchair. His hands moved slowly when he saw me.

I just ignored it. I was lazy to show my diploma file.

I saw the main door half open.

I approached the door and saw the two of them chatting like an old friend.

Si*lan papa's wife. Just this time I saw a happy look on his face. I have to go over there and bring om Mj into my arms.

Tap..tap.

The sound of my quick footsteps. I approached the two of them who were standing chatting on the porch of the house next to a large pole.

I held Mj's arm.

"Om, Shella wants to eat this! anterin yuk!" Take me.

"Sorry Shella, Miss Elisa will soon have to go to her shophouse." The answer made me angry.

"So you don't want to obey my orders? she's just a papa's wife who's not welcome with our extended family. My wish is more important than his wife's." I'm rude.

My hand is still holding Mj.

He tried to let go many times, but I pinched him hard to stop taking off my arm.

The look on the face of this lady turned angry. I've never seen him like this.

"Heh, Marshella Cahyono. I hired that Mj to be a private driver. Not following your unreasonable desires.

You think I don't know, if you've eaten a snack from bi Minah. THAT'S JUST YOUR EXCUSE!" he said it was rude to me.

Just this time he yelled at me like this.

"I can't do it if I want to eat again. It's lunch time." My opponent is no less rude.

"I've got more important business than running you against a vein." He said while pulling Mj's hand.

Om Mj let go of my hand. He followed his wife papa into the garage.

si*lan, I lost to that hick woman. Just watch out later. I'll reward you, you village lady.

I went back to my room. I haven't opened my social media accounts in a long time.

I took my most expensive phone. I opened my social media code in blue.

Lots of notifications coming in.

There are also news of the infidelity of local artists on my social media homepage. The gossip account video posted it.

Most males if there is a gossip account kek gini. I am mah bodo. The artist is poorer than me. The comments turned out to be a lot of yes too. It turns out there are still many be*o people in the world. Why also comment, the more famous it is the artist. I did not watch the video, let alone comment.

I'm raising the screen. Suddenly there was a search there that disturbed me.

The Fatma Wiguna account searches for the whereabouts of a person in the island S area L. I looked at that photo.

"Not wrong? if you look at it again, this is a picture of Mj. But, here is skinny, right? while now om Mj started to contain his body." I muttered alone.

The Fatma account offers rewards to anyone who finds and informs you about om Mj.

"Om Mj says he misses his family. But, is this woman one of his family as well?" mumbling again.

I was thinking of calling the phone number written there. Suddenly, my phone ran out of battery.

"Si*lan, actually make this sniffle hape. I'll call that guy tomorrow. Fatma wiguna, I have to remember the name of that account." My resolve.

I charge my phone next to the nightstand.

Kurebah. Everything I wanted to do today all failed miserably.

Starting from shopping with Mj, lunch outside with Mj. And tell the family of Mj in the village.

I saw the ceiling of the room. Sleepiness begins to dominate. I fell asleep and hoped tomorrow there would be time with my beloved Mj.

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