Miss, Make Me Your Driver!!
Chapter 46 The Problem of Clara
Ervin was confused about what to do, he suddenly had an idea.
He pressed the horn for a long time and it rang out loud so as to attract the attention of the people especially the security standing in front of the entrance.
"You're crazy, aren't you?" Clara squealed after Ervin stopped pressing the horn button.
"Let the security sir approach us Non" he said.
And it's true that two security guards came and dragged the man who was pounding on the windshield repeatedly.
"What does Miss have to do with that crazy guy?" Ervin asked presumptuously.
"You don't need to know! who are you to dare to know about my personal life?" ketus Clara's.
"I'll be the driver and bodyguard Miss, yes if if the man was bothering Miss, I could teach him a lesson," Ervin looked at Clara from the rearview inside.
"Not to worry about a madman like him! walk quickly! the man's been secured by security," Clara said.
Ervin swiftly drove and broke the road that began to be crowded because it was already afternoon.
An hour without a sound, the two of them seemed to have thoughts that controlled his head and were reluctant to make a sound.
"Hopefully Miss accepts me for who I am even if I am just a driver" Ervin murmured softly.
Clara frowned, she did not hear what the driver was muttering. Up ahead is a luxurious house already visible. Ervin went inside after the turnstile automatically opened.
This time Clara got out of the car before Ervin opened the door for her.
"Why not wait for me?" Ervin quickly got out of the car.
"Old," said Clara briefly.
The woman hastened her steps. He wanted to get into the room immediately and wanted to lie down for a while. The work of the week had drained his emotions and mind.
He wanted to shift his mind when he was home but when he got home, he could not if not think about the work he had done.
The woman threw her briefcase on the bed.
He lay down in a recumbent position. His eyes were staring at the roofs of the rooms. He recalls the events of his childhood with his mother.
"Mama, Clara kangen," he murmured softly.
Tears dripped slowly, the longing he had been holding back was evidently striking and causing his chest to tighten. His eyes closed for a moment and opened again. He looked far away, his mother's shadow suddenly appeared.
"Dear Clara, mama bought you a teddy bear" Diana walked up and grabbed her son who had just entered elementary school.
Little Clara's eyes sparkled, she picked up the doll and hugged it tightly as if she didn't want to lose it.
"Where? like?" ask her mother who is smiling.
"Sukak dong mah," he replied as he nodded repeatedly.
His mother was anxious to see his son's behavior. He pinched her cheeks repeatedly and kissed her repeatedly.
"If you like this doll keep it well, baby!" Diana stroked her son's hair.
Clara nodded without knowing what her mother said. The two of them joined hands stepping into the dining room. His father was there waiting for their arrival.
"Here dong daddy's son!" mr. D sat his son in a chair.
Clara placed the doll right in the chair next to her.
They had lunch together before Mr. D returned to the office.
"Daddy is leaving?" Clara looked at her father innocently.
"Dear, you're waiting at home with Mami, right?" Daddy squatted down, he aligned his height with the little boy.
Diana was lazy when she saw her husband who wanted to leave the house immediately after lunch.
"Go there, man! surely would like to meet the secretary of the gatel, right?" Diana's scolding.
"Diana, don't provoke a fuss! there's Clara here," Mr. D standing looking at his wife's face.
"Let's just go in Clara!" her mother pulled Clara's tiny hand.
Mr. D looked at him and could only exhale quickly. She had not expected Diana to be so rude like this to her.
He looked at the backs of his son and wife to the point of being invisible. His steps went outside the house.
"Clara, this mama there's something for you, mama keep it here baby. If you're older you can take it without having to bother because all this is just for you," Diana unzipped the doll and put something in it.
Clara looked at her mother's face, she didn't understand what her mother was saying.
"These dolls have Clara, don't they mam?" ask again in a loud voice.
Diana gave the doll to her son again. His smile was perfect.
They both play together. And suddenly his mother left him to play alone. Clara cried while calling her mother.
"Mama, don't mama don't go!" clara's eyes were wide open.
His breathing was hunting, he was staring around.
"It turned out to be a dream," he pressed his chest up and down.
His forehead was sweating as big as corn kernels. He rubbed it while changing the cooling suit to make his room cooler than before.
He got up from his bed, he turned to the dressing table located in one corner of the room. He walked over and sat down on the chair.
The old doll his mother gave him was still on his desk. He picked up and played the doll.
The sound of knocking on the door blew away his activities.
"Non, why are you yelling?" his head poked out from behind the door of his room.
"Why did you come here? go there!" peekit Clara's.
He quickly wiped away the tears that had just flowed down his cheeks.
But Ervin doesn't care about the employer's orders. He went in and closed the door.
"Why isn't the door locked?" ask Ervin relax.
He looked around, nice room, that's how he thought. Ervin bravely approached Clara who was gawking because the driver was presumptuous to enter her room.
"Beautiful women should not be sad," the man rubbed a tear on Clara's cheek.
Clara fell silent, she was speechless. Their eyes stared at each other. The views of both of them imply something that each cannot express.
Ervin boldly brought his face closer to Clara's face, the woman's breath blowing on her face.
Clara was still quietly fixated, Ervin began to stick his lips on the woman he loved.
But instantly both of them were shocked at the same time when the sound of the doorknob moved.
"Damn, who is that?" Ervin mumbled softly.
He quickly hid in the bathroom in the room.
"Why Rara?" mr. D greeted his stunned son.
"Eh, um, there's nothing Dad," he said.
"You what is this? like the smell of man's sweat" said Mr. D when approaching his son who was standing in front of his dressing table.
"Certainly Dad? but I don't smell anything" Clara flinched.
"Don't lie to you Ra! who's the guy who's been in this room?" mr. D asked loudly.
"No Dad," Clara assured her father.
Mr. D followed the smell of sweat.The air conditioner was unable to hide the man's distinctive sweat smell. Now the steps of Mr. D open a doorknob.
"It's definitely here, right?!" he said sure and opened it.
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