Driver For The Madam
Chapters 97. Village house

*Malik Jayadi POV's.

I who can not do anything, can only reflect and think about the fate of my love. The noise of this airport as if unable to relieve this thought from the snare of love of an Elisa Hardi.

I came out while dragging my luggage.

I bought a new SIM card so my phone could be reactivated.

At least I still remember my mother's number in the village. Yeah, even if there's some number I forgot. I booked a taxi online to the inter-city bus terminal.

A few minutes passed.

In this bus, I looked at the road that was crowded with motor vehicles. This thought is still in that house. I did not expect, but yesterday I was still walking alone with Elisha to a mall.

Now we parted with a considerable distance stretching far.

Suddenly the bus stopped in the middle of the road. Some passengers started to get out one by one. There was also a new one coming in and walking through the chair where I was sitting.

My eyes shifted back to the streets. I leaned my head against the glass window of the bus.

There's someone like her saying hello or even knowing someone on this bus. I don't know I didn't notice.

"Mas mj, it's you, right?" ask the man excited.

"Mas Mj why are you? you don't know me anymore, do you?" ask the man disappointed.

The man called again, I gasped because he was calling my name. I looked at the man, he was standing between the passenger seats. I remember who he was. My mind glared when I was still an angkot driver.

"You..you are the driver of Mr. Bardi the port village angkot, right?" I began to remember this man in front of me.

"That's right!" he sat next to my empty chair.

"Yes, I remember now! you are the bastard child! the Memet!" I smiled when I remembered the job.

"Thank God that Mj remembers! it's been over a year since Mj arrived on the island. Now mas Mj is like a metropolitan, really cute!" Memet watched me from head to toe.

"Ck, ck, no responsibility. Cool abis anyway!" he praised my appearance as a city person in general.

"Obviously, I'm still the same as I used to be!" said I smiled.

"Different mas, in addition to the style of dress that kece. Mas Mj's body is also more contained!" say Memet again.

"Oh yes, where are you from! how did you get on the bus outside the city?" ask me curious.

"Oh, I'm looking for a job in Surabaya. Now I want to bring another friend along too, so I can have his friend work there!" clear Memet.

"Owh, so it is! what do you work there for?" my many.

"The work of the new housing building mas! 6 Month contract, that's pretty good!" exciting Memet.

"Service, but would you be able to do that kind of hard work?" many doubt.

It's nothing, this Memet is the youngest of us all. His body was also thin, so I asked him that.

"God willing! as long as it's halal work and blessings why not?" Memet smiled steadily.

"Thank God then!" sahutku.

We both talked throughout the trip.

I constantly yawn the sign of being sleepy. I don't know why I fell asleep in the middle of our conversation. I don't hear Memet anymore. I have entered the world of the subconscious.

*Malik Jayadi POV off.

The Mj village.

Sumiyati called her son's cell phone number. This morning, he was unable to contact Mj. Mj's phone number is always off.

In the afternoon, as usual, he and Nissa were sitting and playing on the couch on the terrace. His face was worried and panicked. It's been from morning until this afternoon Mj can not be contacted. He tried dozens of times and kept trying.

Nissa looked at her pensive eyes. He pinched his eye-piercing hand slightly.

"Duh, you're the reason why Nis! cook the pinched eyes anyway!" sumiyati complained to her grandson.

"That is bengong mulu! Nissa call but not horrified!" sulk Nissa was upset. He turned his lips together with anxiety.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry about Nissa!" Sumiyati immediately kissed her grandson's forehead.

Suddenly the two of them were surprised by a motorbike that entered the Sumiyati house. Sumiyati squinted her net to see who was coming.

Nissa was wide-eyed and flinched, she immediately ran over to the man who had just come down from the motorcycle. Sumiyati was surprised because her grandson ran that fast. He screamed and ran after Nissa.

"Nissa, wait for my eyes!" pekik Sumiyati. He was afraid that Annissa would meet people who had bad intentions.

"Eyang, I'm coming home!" nissa shouted from a distance. He was happy and was already in the arms of Mj.

"What's? are you really Malik my son?" sumiyati asked pangling to a man in front of her.

"This is Malik ma'am! Malik's home!" Mj immediately lowered Annissa from the sling and hugged her mother tightly.

"O Allah, Thank God you have returned safely, son! I miss you too much!" Sumiyati.

Laughter and laughter mixed into one. It's been a year since they were far away.

Today seems to be a new history, this is the first time they met again after more than a year apart.

"Son, you're more handsome and contain yes in the city!" Sumiyati watched Mj from top to bottom.

"Creally ma'am? but Mj feels ordinary!" sahut Mj's.

The three of them walked into the house and sat down in the narrow television room. Mj looked around, he sighed and exhaled violently.

"I never thought I'd be in this house again!" lirih Mj quietly almost inaudible.

The suitcase that Mj brought was opened impatiently by Nissa. He tried to open it but it didn't work.

"Well, Nissa wants to have her dad!" pinta Nissa is honest.

"Sorry baby! I don't buy souvenirs for Nissa. But, tomorrow we go to the supermarket at the end of the village! Nissa pick what Nissa wants!"

Mj spoke while stroking her son's head gently.

"Ashey!" exclaim Nissa joy.

He jumped up and spread his arms into the air. It was obvious that his face was too happy and excited.

"Wait a minute, son! I want something!" Sumiyati.

"Ask what ma'am?" ask Mj wonder.

"What made your decision change?" ask Sumiyati.

"Hmm, actually gini ma'am! Malik asked the employer for temporary permission!" Mj lied.

"Well, you're going back there again, son?" Sumiyati was disappointed.

"No ma'am, that's just Malik's excuse!" clearly Mj smiled bitterly. It was clear that smile was forced.

"You don't have a problem, do you, son? why did your face change?" tanya Sumiyati looked at Mj.

"No ma'am, trust Malik!" Mj smiled again.

"Why is your number so hard to call, son? I'm worried about you!" Sumiyati asked.

"Malik replace bu card, old card is damaged. No number is saved because of Malik's phone error!" Mj reasoned.

"Thank God you're okay!" Sumiyati breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes mom, thank God!" Mj can only smile.

Geck, tok, tok.

The three of them looked at the door at the same time. The sound of knocking on the door seemed to hypnotize the three.

"Who, who's at this hour?" ask Sumiyati who she knows.

"Maybe you come to mom!" Mj.

"No way, your father would have gone in without your excuse!" sumiyati.

"Then let Mj open the door!" Mj moved from her seat.

He stood up and hurried to the door.

Geck, tok, tok.

The knock on the door sounded again. The greeting of a woman was spoken.

"Who the hell is he?" Mj mumbled softly.

Ceklek, the door is open.

"Glamma!" Mj answered the greetings of the veiled girl who was in front of her.

"Lho, Malik huh? when are you going home?" ask the girl in the hijab.

"Who are you?" tanya Mj disappointed the girl.

"Hm, Mj doesn't remember me. Maybe because we rarely meet!" the girl smiled with a forced smile.

"I'm telling you the truth!" Mj.

"Well, Malik doesn't remember me! let's meet again!" yell that veiled girl.

"Actually I was.......!" the girl lowered her eyes.

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