Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Misjudged

"MISS!"

Otis gasped awake when he heard Madam Yolanda's cry. The man immediately sat down while throwing away the blanket that had covered his face. In his view was Madame Yolanda who was now looking at him with her chest down and up. The woman's breath was hunting fast like she had just run out of a marathon. His appearance is very chaotic. Her usual neat hair now looks disheveled. This is the natural version of Lady Yolanda. Even so, he still looks like an angel.

"What's up, Madam? Why are you yelling so early?"

"You still have the courage to ask?" Instead of answering Otis' question, Lady Yolanda stepped closer. With a light hand he slid down to Otis' left cheek. Otis could only close his eyes when the palm landed on his cheek and left a reddish mark there.

"Mrs, I really don't know what happened. I just slept for a while and then suddenly you wake up and get angry like this. What have I actually done? The feeling since last night I did nothing wrong. I'll keep you up until morning." Otis tried to defend himself. Even if he knew it would be in vain.

Madam Yolanda glanced at Otis's appearance from head to toe. The man was not wearing clothes or pants. Just shorts like a bokser. It obviously created such deep suspicion.

"Where are your clothes Otis? What are you doing with this look? Why do you have to wear shorts? Where are all your clothes. What have you done." Madam Yolanda narrowed her eyes. "And why have my clothes been changed?" ask again full of search.

Otis understood now what had made Madame Yolanda suddenly angry. "I'm not as bad as you think madam. I slept for 10 seconds and now I am awake. You vomit all night to make my clothes and your own clothes dirty. Not to mention you're delirious not being clear. Many times you almost fall out of bed because you jump up and down there. Then after waking up you turned on me? If you can't drink, why should you force yourself to get drunk, Madam ...." Otis' patience is almost over. But he still tried to speak politely so as not to hurt the heart of the woman in front of him.

"So you blame me?" Madam Yolanda pointed at her own face.

Madam Yolanda stepped forward. It seemed like he was not satisfied if he only slapped Otis in the face once. But this time the steps were not as smooth as the first. A blanket lying on the floor blocked his path, causing him to stumble. His body slumped forward to push Otis' body. They both fell on the couch. With Madame Yolanda's position on top of Otis' body.

"You have raped me madam" Otis replied. It felt very satisfied because finally he could replace insinuating Madam Yolanda and make the woman embarrassed.

"You!" Madam Yolanda held back her sentence. The woman immediately withdrew from over Otis' body. His gaze was still suspicious. He still did not believe everything Otis said earlier.

"Just be honest with me. Actually what you did last night. This time I won't be angry because I'll appreciate your honesty. This house is just the two of us. How could you not do anything when you change my clothes."

Otis knew it was a trap. If he answers yes, there will be new problems. But if he answers not will also not give any solution. Mistress Yolanda's suspicion was indeed a natural thing. Given that there were only two of them in the house.

Otis got up again and stood up straight. This time he took some distance from Madam Yolanda to avoid being attacked again. "I didn't do anything, Madam. Please believe me."

"No way!" deny Madame Yolanda again.

"Your body is so seductive. But I never had any malicious intent to touch you. You are my employer. Someone I should have looked after, not hurt. What else until I stain."

"Not even kiss me?"

"Nothing, Madam."

Hearing the words of Otis made Lady Yolanda silent. The woman seemed to have run out of words to accuse Otis who was not. Surprisingly, both of his eyes were back in tears. His lips were trembling as if he was holding back sorrow.

"Mrs, why are you?" asked Otis worried.

"Yes, Madam. I dare to swear," Otis replied with a face of despair.

"Abraham should cheat."

Otis is confused. Why was it that Mr. Abraham was suddenly in their conversation. Though from the beginning Otis had no offence to the man at all.

"Madam, why are you?" muttered Otis while massaging his forehead. Women are hard to understand.

"Even a driver is disgusted to touch me. It's only right my husband cheated on me with that cheap woman. My body is no longer attractive. I couldn't tease my husband anymore" she cried with tears growing.

The annoyance that had filled his mind was now replaced with pity. Otis became unable to bear to see Madame Yolanda sad like this. The man approached trying to appease his master again.

"Madam, actually your body is very seductive. Look at your neck and chest-"

PLAKKKK

This time Otis was left speechless when his cheek was targeted by Lady Yolanda's slap.

"Basic sassy!" as Lady Yolanda.

"What's this?" he swore at heart. His position is completely wrong. What else is a false lie. Until finally Otis resigned to what Mrs Yolanda wanted to do.

"As far as you are, Madam! Whatever you! You want to slap me repeatedly. Want you to hit me. Even if you want to grab me please. I will not refuse. The important thing is that you don't cry. What matters is that you can be happy."

For a while they were both silent. Madam Yolanda was already not crying anymore and it made Oti a little relieved. The woman now turned her face to look out the window. I don't know what else he's thinking. The important thing was that there were no more tears on her cheeks.

"Otis, can you cook?"

"Can, Madam. You want to cook what let me cook. But don't be weird."

"Weird?" Madam Yolanda frowned from him.

"I mean the stock of groceries in the refrigerator is limited. I am also not a chef who used to work in 5-star restaurants. I usually cook the village food that I often cook when I'm hungry."

"It's up to you. Just cook what you think is delicious but do not put poison in it. I'm gonna take a shower. My body feels so dirty." Madam Yolanda stepped towards the bathroom. While Otis looked at the woman for a while before sighing in relief.

"With her beautiful face behind, she was a bar-bar woman. He looks more and more attractive in my eyes" Otis murmured with a smile.