Driver For The Madam
Chapter 52. Short story of Cipto Cahyono

*pov Copy.

For two years I've been bothering people in this house with my illness.

Elisha and Minah have been very careful to take care of me all this time.

I could only stare without being able to argue and move. I can only hope and pray that the rest of my life will not be in a wheelchair anymore.

That incident shocked me. Marshella is really a less aj*r kid. I raised him with great difficulty until he became what he is today. But, he really disappointed me.

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*Flashback when Malik first came to this house.

I saw a handsome man enter my house. Elisha looked at the man differently. His eyes showed a sense of liking and admiration.

Yes, even as long as I'm her husband. He never looked at me like that.

Elisha stroked my hand.

"Pa, he'll be your personal driver." Unmistakably.

I can only blink my eyes. Elisha who knew about it immediately smiled widely.

I have often given up on Elisha. I can't say no to him. This love came when he was still avoiding my touch.

He responded to my blinking happily.

"Thank you pa, it's been a long time since you've been delivered by a private driver." Spirit continued.

He called Minah and told Minah to take me to the room. I could only see him walking along with the man.

There is pain in the left side. Maybe this is how it feels to be jealous.

*Flashback off.

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Elisha was still a holy girl. I've never touched her at all. I can't hurt his heart and body.

Those eyes were full of fear when I first acted. And made her cry sobbing loudly. That's when I stopped bothering him. I'll wait for him to love me completely.

But that hope disappeared with my illness.

I was helpless always sitting in a wheelchair. Just keep watching them.

Moreover, the new driver began to be the center of attention of Elisa and Marshella.

My hearing was still sharp when they debated something about the driver.

The two of them had more frequent clashes since the private driver.

A new problem arises. I've been lazy to think about it. They both can only see the visual of the man without really knowing what his true nature is like.

Let it be so, at least someone enliven this house. Many because of the quarrel between my son and wife.

*Pov end Copy.

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I feel happy this morning. I talked to my mom and son.

At least know they're okay.

Elisha asked me to take him to a convection outside the city. I haven't had the time to thank Shella, she's been dragging me to come with her.

I'm driving this car slowly. Half an hour passed and I thought I remembered something. Wait a minute, this is a road I seem to have been through.

My memory is imprinted on an event.

It was the first time I ever set foot on this island.

This is the way to David's boss's rented house. There Dendi's mother and father were. Duh, how am I supposed to do this? hope Elisha doesn't come down next to the house.

"Mas, it's down at the end there huh! next to the house next to him was a shop." Tell her.

I just nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Elisa's a little way down from the boss David's rented house.

A simple house. But there is a warehouse next to it that is quite large, beating the breadth of the house itself.

"You should get off! later there will be some examples of clothes that we will bring!" yells.

"Alright Lady Elisha, be ready!" my mouth smiled widely.

I followed Elisha. He looked through the latest models in a large catalog.

I sat next to him when we were welcome.

Pretty bored as well, luckily there was Elisha on the side. So, it is good to wash your eyes.

After I was appointed to bring the sample order. We're heading home.

"Mas, it's noon. We eat first! There's my steakhouse." Bring along.

"Steiii? what food is that? how come I've never eaten?" my many.

(Mj kampung, so do not know the type of western food 😁)

"Steak is beef processed. Anyway good. Must be Mj likes." Legally.

"Well, I'll try. If you're close to the restaurant, you'll tell!" I cried while smiling at him.

He replied with just a nod of his head.

We chatted freely while the two were in the car. Elisa recounted her complaints during being an online and offline businessman.

I unconsciously muttered something.

"If you knew I was a one-child widower, you probably wouldn't want to get close to me."

"What did Mas say? I'm not clearly horrified. Try again!" elisa asked curiously.

"Eh, what am I talking about? I forgot about gini!" I said divert the conversation.

"Not acting! I'm afraid you said something. Whether it's about you or about me." Persuade Elisha.

I sighed and threw it away violently.

"Later to the restaurant, I'll talk about everything." I clearly.

"So curious. Pake everything later give me yearsya." Whining Elisha upset.

"Liar good. Cooking on the street is important. It's not ethical!" myrag.

"Yes, then. I wait!" sahut Elisha pouted.

Not how long. We arrived at a luxurious and magnificent restaurant.

I am a new village man first saw a restaurant as luxurious and as big as this.

From the outside it is so interesting in view.

"Mas, come on in. Don't you just talk!" Take Elisha with my hand.

I got out of the car park and followed my employer into the restaurant.

He ordered a steak he liked. I don't know what his name is. I can't remember it clearly.

It would be expensive to eat in a gini-rich restaurant. The interior design is very luxurious. My rudimentary hick. Just this time eating in a gini-rich place.

Fifteen minutes passed. The steak was on our table. It looks really interesting. The beef is large and thick and there are fries and boiled vegetables. Add a complement to the original sauce of this restaurant recipe.

Elisha explained it to me. I just fell silent and gawked at the knife and fork on my left right.

Elisha laughed a little at me who was confused.

"Here's mas! let me do the cutting of the steak. Let's eat later." Elisha grabbed my steak plate.

We enjoyed the steak so much that it was a new taste in the mouth. Because it was the first time I ate a Western.

"Mas, let's tell that story. You promised him after eating this steak." Persuade Elisha.

"Yes, patience. Not very hard." My solute.

"What a curiosity!" Excited again.

"Ehm, actually I was. That's it, already widower. Widow son one." I was slow and doubtful.

"Oh, widower son one. What if I knew you?" ordinary sahut.

"No pa-pa anyway. I'm just worried you won't be friends with me again if you know I'm a widower son of one." Obviously again.

"It's a habit. My current status is also as a wife. So, why should I object to that status!" Surely said.

Now, everything's clear. I will not feel guilty about my status.

We started leaving this restaurant.

I drove the car back to Elisa's mansion. And get ready for the next trip.

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Happy reading. Sorry this time it was late.

This whole day Author sleeps and sleeps his work. The effect of staying up for a whole week.

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