Driver For The Madam
Chapter 49. Sumiyati breathed with relief.

*Sumiyati Pov's.

It's been almost two months my son hasn't called. My mind is always on him.

The phone he loved at the time was always waiting to hear from him.

This afternoon as usual. Nissa and I played together. But, my thoughts were still on Malik, his only son.

"Yangti, Molly's been ripped in her leg. It came out all eyes, hu-hu-hu." Nissa is a little sobbing.

I looked at watching. That's what Nissa said. But, I don't have time to sew it.

"Later, if you stumble. I'm just gonna sew Molly. Nissa is patient, son!" tell me.

Nissa was still sobbing slowly looking at Molly, her beloved doll. He nodded slowly without looking at me.

Dusk shows the beauty of the color. We started to get into the house. Don't forget I told Annissa to take a shower so it wasn't too late. Since school, this child has been able to be independent.

Cringing, kriing, kriing.

The sound of the phone rippled my daydream in front of the television.

I saw a faint writing on the phone screen. I don't know who this is, I have to answer it.

After giving each other and answering greetings. I know who's calling.

The voice there I know familiar.

"What's the matter with Fatma? tumben called mom. Usually come straight here." Ask directly.

"Mother, mother's prayer has been granted by God. Someone called Fatma." She's excited.

"Whose prayers, son? who called you?" many successively.

I was still thinking and wondering what Fatma meant. This weak old man had already had too many thoughts. So, not being able to digest the words of others carefully.

"Try it more slowly, son! I still don't understand!" myrag.

"Fatma hasn't told you everything, either.

Someone called Fatma. He said Malik was at his house working as a private driver." Fatma.

"Alhamdulillah if there are results son. I'm so happy." Clear water running down my wrinkled cheeks.

I can only slow down.

Fatma who heard it continued her words again.

"Don't cry ma'am, Mas Malik has heard. Later that night, the man himself will contact mom. Please charge the phone first to keep it active mom." Advice Fatma.

"All right, son! I'll fill the power first. Thank you for your help with Fatma all this time." Sincerely said.

"Yes, mom! Fatma's gonna take a shower, let's go for it." Fatma.

"alright boy. Thanks again." I said with a touch.

Finish answering greetings. I'm directly charging this phone. I hope I can talk to my son tonight.

"Done! where's Nissa's shirt?" nissa Pinta.

"Sorry, I forgot my darling!" I picked up Nissa's nightgown in her room.

This room, it's been a long time since my son has occupied it. In this house his shadow always makes me miss him.

It's been 9 months since Malik moved there.

I hope he plans to go home soon. I really miss you, son.

After Annissa finished dressing. I start cooking for our dinner later.

As for Annissa, I gave her a sketch of the picture. He loves to draw and color.

My husband's been coming home lately.

When adzan maghrib finished reverberating, he just arrived home.

The awaited ones arrived. He threw himself in for a moment. I saw that face.

A tired face from work.

Work in the fields and farming has drained his energy so far.

"Sir, just rest! mbok yo rest bentar ajah. You're so tired of it!" myrag.

"Yes buk, I was also saying the same to Mr. Marjuki. I'm tired, I'm not young anymore." His complaint.

"Mother pray first sir. Don't forget to take a clean shower!" myrag.

"Since when have you been bathing? there's just this mother." Buy it while smiling.

"Hi.hi. The original flush sir. Mom wants to go to the room first. Pray with Nissa." I said leaving my husband.

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Nissa and I agreed to shrink the volume of our tiny television so as not to disturb the sleep of Sugeng.

Tilillilylilitite.

Ringing cell phone.

This is how if you are old, your eyes are myopic and cannot see clearly.

I still mengjapkan netraku many times so that the writing on the phone screen read. But, the result is nil.

Just answer.

"Assalamualaikum, who is this?" I started a chat.

The voice sounded strange, even the first time I heard it.

"It's me buk, master om Mj." Voice across the phone.

"Employer Mj? son Malik means that? Malik Jayadi my son?" manyu.

"Who else does it matter? I'm Mj buk's employer. He's doing fine. So I don't have to worry." Say that voice.

"Who's your name? can I talk to my son now?" I started getting excited.

"I'm Marshella ma'am. Om Mj has gone home to his boredom on gini night. Tomorrow let me call mom back." Say that voice again.

Tut.

Call disconnected.

This is a child, not saying no matter just playing break up the phone. Though there are still many questions.

I breathe out hastily. At least Malik is still alive even though I can't talk to him right now.

I can sleep well tonight. My only son has news.

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*Sumiyati Pov off.

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Tonight I will accompany Elisha. We both enjoyed dinner together at a tent stall on the side of the road.

Many eyes looked at and watched us. I heard them whisper a little.

"Duh, that handsome guy. The pretty chick.

A couple is very good." Said a young couple in front of us.

"The car is expensive. But, how do they want to eat in a gini place?" the other sahut.

Elisha and I, who heard them whispering, smiled.

They thought we were a good couple.

We are the superiors and subordinates. An employer and a surrogate.

If only they knew who I was. They will surely pity me.

We ate leisurely without regard for the talk around us.

After that I went straight back to the hotel.

Elisa took over the vehicle. I say no to pleasantries.

I carry a small bag with a new cell phone.

I entered my room. Before entering the room many young girls greeted and revealed their smiles.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. I was always the center of attention because of my face.

I'm breaking my body. My mind started to wander again. I haven't told my family in two months.

Now I have a new cell phone. At least I can find Fatma's social media accounts. Maybe his account is still active. Hopefully so.

After cleaning the body and changing clothes. I lay down and started closing my eyes. It's time I rest my body tired all day around.

I always hoped. Tomorrow there will be a day when I can face all of this.

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