Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Village Menu

Otis doesn't know what to cook for Mrs Yolanda. In the end he decided to cook fried rice with a beef-eye egg on it. This is the simplest and most delicious menu according to the Otis version. Don't know what about Mrs Yolanda. The meat that should have been used for the breakfast menu is over. Last night Otis went hungry and cooked all the meat on the grill until it was all gone.

"Is it ripe? The money's all the way to the room." Otis twisted his body and looked at the already beautiful and fragrant Madame Yolanda. The man went back to the stove to check his cooking so as not to burn.

"It's almost over, ma'am. I was frying the sausage" Otis said as he flipped through his fried sausage.

"What's this?" Madam Yolanda noticed two special fried rice dishes made by Otis that are now presented on the table.

"Fried rice Madam," replied Otis slowly. According to him, even fools will know that the rice given seasoning and soy sauce name is fried rice. How could Madame Yolanda not know. Or maybe he has never eaten fried rice? But fried rice is a favorite menu of Indonesians. Otis is sure of that.

"Why the shape is so strange," said Mrs Yolanda again before sitting on one of the chairs there. Otis could only be patient seeing the behavior of his employer. The man placed the cooked sausage on a serving plate before taking it to the dinner table. Otis dropped his butt on one of the chairs before pouring water into the glass.

"The shape does look strange, but it can be pitted against the cuisine of the five-star hotel chef, Madam," said Otis confidently.

"Oh yeah?" Madame Yolanda looked doubtful. He held the spoon and took out a bit of fried rice that was on the plate. The woman watched the rice inside the spoon closely. Before he finally put it in his mouth.

Otis who is usually greedy when eating fried rice now looks not tasteful to see the fried rice of his own cuisine. Not because of the taste of the cuisine but because of the expression of Madam Yolanda who seemed to underestimate the results of her cooking. Slowly Madame Yolanda moved her mouth. He was tasting the taste of the fried rice itself. Understand about what spices are contained in it. His face looked so strange that Otis was worried that the food this time was not good.

"Is it that bad the taste of my cooking mistress?"

Madam Yolanda shook her head. He looked at Otis then nodded. "Where did you learn to make fried rice like this?"

"To cook fried rice we do not need special skills Madam. It is only necessary to mix two onions and cook the rice together with soy sauce. It's a very simple menu" Otis replied with confidence.

"No way," said Mrs Yolanda in disbelief.

Again Otis can only stroke the chest in the face of the character of his master. "If you don't like it, I'll try to cook another menu."

"Don't!" Reject Mrs Yolanda. "This food is delicious. It's even better than chef's cooking at a 5-star restaurant." Madam Yolanda took the fried rice again with a spoon. This time the portion is a little more than the previous portion. The woman put it in her mouth and chewed it joyfully as if this was her first time eating well.

Otis smiled knotly looking at Madame Yolanda's behavior. This time the man was just starting to feel hungry. He also ate his own cooking so voraciously. The atmosphere became quiet again. Only the clang of the spoon clashed with the glass plate.

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It didn't take long, two servings of fried rice and a plate of sausage had been devoured by Otis and Madam Yolanda. Now they look at each other before they both turn their faces away. Otis chose to bow. While Mrs Yolanda took her phone and checked the network . The woman's lips smiled when she found out that the phone network was still unusable.

"Madam, until when are we in this place?"

"Until I get bored" he replied casually.

"But my clothes and all my belongings are in the hotel. Why didn't you tell me we were moving house. That way I'll get my things in the car overnight" the man protested.

"Don't be presumptuous, Otis. Here I am his master. So follow what I command. Don't protest too much." Madam Yolanda returned to focus on her phone screen.

"I'm not protesting, Madam. But I can't look naked like this."

"That's an easy problem. I'll order a change of clothes for you" Madam Yolanda replied casually.

Madam Yolanda still showed her calm face. The woman fiddled with her phone screen before putting it back down and smiling.

"That's a young problem Otis. Just hang. In a few moments your change of clothes will come. I want to go ahead to play snow. You better stay inside. You'll shiver if you go out naked like that." Madame Yolanda was wearing a hairy coat that she had brought from the room. The woman walked towards the front door. Otis got up from the chair and cleaned up the dirty dishes on the dining table. Now his job besides being a driver he is also a maid. The man washes dirty dishes clean.

"Let's!"

The shout of Madame Yolanda that was so loud made Otis immediately rush over. The man ran towards the front door with a very worried face. She was afraid of Madame Yolanda to the point of harm. Without a second thought he pulled the main door so firmly.

"Mrs, what's wrong?" otis asked Mrs Yolanda, who was still standing.

"Mycoat. My coat's dirty." Madam Yolanda pointed at her stained white coat. It made Otis scratch his head which was not itchy. She ran so fast with a worried face only to see Madam Yolanda's dirty coat. This is so annoying!

"If you don't want your coat dirty, you should just stay indoors" Otis said with patience.

"But this coat should not be dirty because outside there is only a pile of snow. How come there's a trail of dirty shoes like this on the floor?" ms. Yolanda did not want to lose.

Otis noticed the footprints on the floor. The shoes are not his. His track position was also not the same as the position he entered yesterday. It's a suspicion inside Otis. Only the two of them were in the house. Someone was stalking and following them.

"Mrs come here," call Otis.

This time Madam Yolanda did not dissent much. The woman walked over to Otis. "Are you sure only the two of us know this place?"

Madam Yolanda shook her head. "Abraham knows this house. But he shouldn't know where it is because I never brought him here. He only knew that I had spent so much money to buy a house."

Otis was suspicious. He was sure the person now watching them was the hired man Mr. Abraham. But what was the man telling her to look after Madame Yolanda if in the end she had sent a spy as well. This made Otis confused. He did not understand the thoughts of the rich.

"You still want to go for a walk, madam? Do you want me to be with you?"

"I can walk alone." Madam Yolanda looked at Otis' burly chest. He turned his face away. "It's best not to go out because you'll be cold" said Mrs Yolanda before stepping forward.

With his hands folded in front of his stomach Otis shook his head slowly paying attention to his employer's behavior.

"She's such a stubborn woman" Otis murmured inwardly. Otis accidentally sees someone hiding behind a tree. "Who's there?" scream Otis. Otis' shout made Madame Yolanda hold back her rare leg. The woman turned around and looked at Otis again.

"What's wrong?"

Otis knew that the person hiding wanted to escape. He quickly ran to chase her. No longer even answered Yolanda's question.

"Otis, where are you going?" shouted Madame Yolanda.

"Madam, get inside the house and lock all the doors and windows I'll be right back!" yelled Otis while running.

That made Lady Yolanda afraid. But this time the woman did not think much. He immediately went in to obey Otis' orders. The woman immediately locked the door from the inside before standing in front of the door. "What actually happened?" he nodded with a confused face.