Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Early on

"You're fired!"

"Fired, sir? But, what's my fault? Wasn't it all this time I-"

"This is your salary this month. The amount is more than the initial agreement. Let's just say it's compensation because as long as you're a mistress driver, you're doing a good job!"

Otis could not take the severance the man in front of him for granted. Although the amount is enough to meet the needs of his life for one month. But, it still feels unsettled if you have to be fired for no reason like this. Otis felt he had been working according to the established procedures. Be polite and friendly. Then where is his mistake?

"I want to meet with the lady. I need to know why I got fired!" protest Otis again.

"Whose asking me to fire you is not Madam, Otis. But, Sir." The man in the blue shirt massaged his forehead gently. "I told you from the beginning. Work well. Use a mask or whatever it is if necessary. Don't show that handsome face of yours in front of Madam!" obviously the guy.

"So I got fired because I'm handsome, sir?" Although a little surprised, but there is a little pride in the heart of Otis. "Mrs like me? Then, sir angry and jealous?" Clarify Otis again. Actually, it doesn't need to be said.

"I'll help you find a job again. Now, leave. You can go home to your rented house. While waiting for news from me, you can find another job."

Otis fingered his chin and looked at his own face reflected on the glass of the table. The man felt that his face was ordinary. There's nothing special. How can a classy and beautiful woman like her mistress be interested?

"Otis, go now. Before the Master and Madam return from abroad!" said the man in front commemorating.

"Good, sir." Otis took the brown envelope and counted the contents inside. He put it in the black sling bag he now wears. "Thank you, sir. Thanks to your help, during these two months I was able to earn an income."

"Alright, Otis. Be careful on the road" said the man with a smile. He looked at Otis' back until the man disappeared behind the door.

"Otis Otis's. Having an ugly face is wrong. A handsome face is wrong. It's a poor man like us, his life's always gone awry."

In fact he could not bear to see Otis become unemployed again. The man is from the village. Not in high school and not having any skills other than driving a car. Only his handsome face can count on. In this day and age, a handsome face alone can not get a job with a large halal salary.

Otis noticed the mansion that had been his workplace for the past two months. Actually, he still lives in that house. In addition to the friendly workers there, Otis also always get preferential treatment from his mistress.

"Where should I go now? It is impossible to return to the village. Contracting is also impossible. I've been waiting for two months." This time Otis thought hard. He needed a new job before the five million rupiah ran out. While walking slowly Otis remembered something.

"Sir Rahmad! Yep. Last night, Mr. Grace offered me a job to be a driver." Otis took his phone out of his pocket. The man sat on the sidewalk looking for Mr Rahmad's number he had saved.

"Hello, Sir. Good mornin. How are you doing this heart?"

"Who is this?" ketus guy in the distance there.

"This is me Sir. Otis."

"Oh, Otis. What's up?"

"Sir, I'm interested in the job you offered yesterday. Where can we meet?"

"Good sir. I'll be there soon." Otis looks happy. He disconnected the phone call and immediately ordered a gojek. Although he was confused, he finally got a new job. "I must be accepted. I really need this job. About salary I don't care anymore. The important thing is work!" muttered Otis excitedly.

...***...

"This is the car key. Your clothes. Here's the room key. The rest ask directly with Tika. He will help you while you stay in this house. Your room's at the end. You can easily find him. I hope Madam likes you" Rahmad said as he checked the report on his laptop.

"Like, Sir?" otis asked confusedly.

"I mean he fits. Madam is very much the person. Before you, there were already some drivers who were forced to get fired because the Madam didn't like it."

Otis. "It turns out not much different from the previous employer," he murmured in his heart. "Sir, there's something I want to ask."

"What Otis? Justsaytheword. Don't be awkward like that. Aren't we neighbors?"

"During work, can I wear a hat and a mask? I feel comfortable covering my face, sir."

Mr. Rahmad seems to disagree. She was afraid that Madam thought that the driver chose her handicap. "For this I will ask the Madam first. If he gives you permission, you can cover your face with a mask and wear a hat."

"Thank you, sir."

"Why should you cover your face with a mask? Isn't your face very handsome?"

Otis scratched his non-itchy head. "I just don't want to be fired again for being handsome, sir. My mistress who was in love with me. I don't want it to happen to the current Madam."

Mr. Rahmad laughed amusedly at this. He shook his head. "Otis Otis's. You are so confident. The lady has a handsome and rich husband. There are a lot of rich people chasing him. But he won't respond. She was loyal to her husband. A driver like you would never be seen by him" explained Mr. Rahmad while laughing again.

"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe I'm too confident."

"Yes already. Quick break there."

"Good, sir." Otis picked up the items on the table and took them out of the room. He stood there looking to the right and to the left. The hallway was silent. The hallway on the right is the door leading to the main house. While the hallway to the left is the street where Otis' room is located. While in front of him is a road that will connect it directly with the car garage. Otis does not have free access to see the luxuries that are in the house. The building was indeed designed so that the location of the workers with the homeowner was separated.

"Are you Otis?"

Otis looked ahead. The man nodded in agreement. "Are you Tika?"

"Yes. Let me take you to your room. I still have a lot of work in the kitchen. Mr. Rahmad asked me to take you to your room."

Otis smiles. "Thank you, Tika." Without saying much more, Otis immediately followed Tika from behind. While walking the man watched the passageway he was now passing by. "It seems that my master this time his wealth is triple that of my previous master," Otis murmured inwardly.