Miss, Make Me Your Driver!!

Chapter 26 Started to Act

"I have to change my identity, can't I be a driver?" Ervin clucking.

His car was still on the road, not how long he arrived at the Pharmacy.

"Jeffrey!! here you!" pekik.

The person called to be moved closer to him.

"What did the boss call me?" he bowed his head.

"Make me fake ID but it must be genuine, lest people know who I really am" he explained.

The two of them stood in the corner of the room inside the Pharmacy's office.

Jeffrey was confused by his boss's words.

"Fake but genuine ID?" he scratched his head that was not itchy.

Jeffrey's face turned confused.

"Just make the id according to my original ID, but the information in it you change," explained Ervin again.

Jeffrey began to understand what his boss meant, he was an expert in the field of IT and could manipulate data. Therefore he became Ervin's trust to take care of the drug data that came in and out so that no other employees could cheat him.

"Alright Boss, but why would the Boss want to change identities? what exactly is the boss planning?" the man was wondering.

"Just do my orders! I need in two hours, if it's not ready for two hours, I'll cut your pay!" serious threat.

"But. but Boss," Jefrey was speechless.

Ervin's gone away, left himself.

Ervin got back in the car, now he has to go home to get something.

***

Afternoon at Mr. D's residence

Clara had returned home from the company, after parking her car the woman immediately went out and approached the security post on the front fence.

"Sir, how? no replacement for my driver? I'm really crazy about myself" he asked.

"Sorry Non, you have given the same info to people in the village, maybe tomorrow or the day after someone sent a job application," said the security.

"Gini day with a job application? why not send a CV to my email sir?" his weakness.

"Sorry Non, want the year 2100 if the name of the village remains far from the reach of Non technology, especially people like the father who is over 40 years old, have got a job like this as well Alhamdulillah Non," obviously security.

"Don't talk at length sir, anyway if someone has sent a job application you should give it to me!" Clara left him and stepped inside the house.

The security was still looking at him from afar.

"Sorry Non, I have to hide this from you, I'm still waiting for the young man to send the file," the security guard turned his head under the chair.

There were several large brown envelopes piled up.

Clara had entered the house and called the kitchen man to make herself a cold drink.

"Wait a minute, Non," the aunt rushed back to the kitchen to carry out her employer's duties.

"You're home yet? your face looks tired," Mr. D came down from his room.

"Dad's work is a lot, I'm going to go overtime, I leave it to them" Clara lamented.

"You're a potential corporate leader, so be strong and resilient!" mr. D sits next to his son.

"Yes Dad I know, but I've only been working for a few months, so I have to adjust to the tasks I have to complete" Clara said at length.

"Daddy believes in you. Oh yeah, you haven't got a new driver?" ask again.

"Not Dad, tired of going to and fro alone," he complained.

"Part of having a driver even being followed, so they are not at home," Mr. D. sat next to.

His sharp face looked at his son's bead.

"Promise Dad, this may be the last driver for the next few years, males will also change drivers," the girl let out a long sigh.

"Spirited? Daddy just reneged on Mommy's promise, the promise not to marry again eh even married the dipper's grandmother," his grim annoyed.

The aunt who carried the tray was astonished by the look on her young Miss's face.

"Bik Scrap! don't be like a snail!" his orders.

"Eeh, yes Non," the aunt immediately served a drink at the table.

Tok.

"Open the door Bik!" Clara looked at the middle-aged woman.

At the door of the father of security stood pecking, in his hand was a white envelope.

"What's up, sir?" wrinkle the aunt.

"Bik's job application file, this is for Non Clara," he said reluctant to enter the house.

"Why don't you come in, sir?" ask the aunt.

"Worry that a guest came Bik, I was alone today," the man immediately said goodbye to keep watch back at his place.

The man stepped up quickly, there was someone waiting for him in front of the fence. The man sat in the car with the door open.

"I already gave it to Miss Clara mas, so my job is done right? is there anything I need to help you with?" ask security sir.

"No need sir! that's wages! it's nice to work with you, "the guy handed me a brown envelope.

Security eyes twinkled while receiving the helping hand of the person.

"Thank you very much, I hope there is news as soon as possible from Miss," he lowered his head and said he would re-enter by pocketing the envelope. His smile was clearly printed.

While inside the house, the aunt had given the brown envelope to Clara.

"I think what the hell Bik, uh turned out to be a job application file," Clara stood up from her seat.

"Make Mr. Darto call the man to work tomorrow Bik! I'm lazy to see this!" Clara threw the big brown envelope on the table.

"Alright Non, I will say," said aunt.

Clara stepped into her room. She performed her afternoon ritual in the bathroom.

***

Ervin who was already in his room, walked back and forth like a less hot iron. He always looked at his cell phone lying on the bed.

Occasionally he sighed and exhaled violently. Not long after there was an incoming call. The look on his face was sparkling, but the twinkle was instantly gone when he saw the name on the phone screen.

"Well, you're Raf?" ketus tanyanya.

"Eh buset, just called it already so jutek," muttered Rafael.

"Males received a call ajah," said Ervin.

"Don't be Vin, I think you have a problem, tomorrow I will," Rafael immediately hung up.

"Lack of work" Ervin annoyed while throwing his phone in bed.

From outside his room there was a voice calling.

"VIN! EAT FIRST!" screams behind the door.

"Ervin doesn't budge Mam, I'll come out" he said from behind the door.

The ringing of his phone distracted him, he immediately grabbed the phone and smiled broadly.

"Why Sir? is there good news?" tanyanya.

"I'm sorry, but it was actually me...

The voice across was still hesitant to tell a story.

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