Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Abraham's anger

When Otis and Mrs Yolanda were sleeping peacefully in Canada, Mr. Abraham was upset that Otis had not given any news. Even his phone number could not be reached. I don't know how many tens of times Mr. Abraham sent a curse message to Otis' cell phone. But not a single message was read - even some were not sent.

Mr. Abraham also contacted the hotel that had been the residence of Otis and Mrs Yolanda. But he only received disappointing news when the hotel said Mrs Yolanda and Otis had not been home all night.

"Basic useless man. I shouldn't have believed him. I was suspicious from the beginning. He must have admired my wife. The first time he saw it he was already like he wanted to have!" speaking of Abraham with an angry face. He squeezed his phone while thinking of a way to find out about his wife.

"Darling, I have something to say."

Mr. Abraham twisted his body and looked at the woman he had just talked to. The man put his phone on the nightstand before carving out a sweet smile. The angry and upset face that had been embedded there just disappeared. "What's up, baby? Are you done with the shower?" The man walked closer. She pulled her lover and kissed her lips. To buy it with a lustful touch.

"I have good news for you" whispered the woman in such a seductive tone. He made a small circle on the chest of Mr. Abraham's field.

"What good news? Quickly say. I want to hear it." Mr. Abraham tucked the woman's hair behind her ear. He treated the woman gently as if she was such a precious diamond.

"I'm pregnant!" said the woman while showing off the test results in her hands. She had just learned of her pregnancy when she checked it out with a testpack in the bathroom.

"Pregnant?" ask Abraham with a face of disbelief. He was very surprised but also very happy.

The woman nodded quickly. "Yes. It's your son." The woman showed off her still flat stomach with a cheerful face.

"Sandra, are you really pregnant? This kid is my son?" asked Mr. Abraham still with an expression of disbelief.

"Darling, why are you asking like that. Didn't you know for yourself when I first met you I was a virgin. You're the only man I've ever slept with. Please don't ask me who the father of this child is. Because the answer is definitely you." The woman's face turned sad.

"This is good news I never imagined. Thank you, Sandra. This kid proved that I didn't have any problems. I'm healthy. Means all this time what my family said was right. Yolanda barren. At any time the woman will not be able to give offspring to me" said Mr. Abraham so convincingly.

"If it's like this what about my status? I don't want to be a mistress all the time. I also want to be seen as Mrs Abraham."

Mr. Abraham was silent. Although she is happy because Sandra has given her a child, but her love is so much for Yolanda. The man did not want to divorce his wife. In fact, you could say all this time he was in a relationship with Sandra because indeed he wanted to get a child from the woman and to have fun when Yolanda was not there. There was no intention to marry her because Mr. Abraham was in love with Madame Yolanda.

"For now, we focus on our children. Yolanda's problem can be discussed later after this child is born."

"No! I'm not that stupid. If you don't marry me I'll take this kid away. I wouldn't want this kid to be recognized by a coward like you" Sandra said with stifled emotions.

"Sandra, don't be like that. You must know how important Yolanda is in my business. Do you want me to fall poor?" Mr. Abraham was forced to make up a story that never really existed just to make Sandra believe. He did not want to lose the child now in Sandra's womb.

"Is it true that way? Or maybe you're just fooling me" Sandra said with a face of disbelief. The woman turned her face away.

"I'll give you whatever you want as long as we keep this relationship a secret first. About Yolanda I'll think about it later. I promise I'll marry you." Mr. Abraham held Sandra's cheeks. Look at him with affection. "Trust me."

Persuade Lord Abraham is always able to melt the heart of a Sandra. With money the man could easily conquer the heart of a poor woman like Sandra. "As your pregnancy gift how about I buy you a car? Are you happy?"

Sandra carved a very beautiful smile on her lips. "Of course I'm happy. I want the latest white car. I'll show the car off in front of my friends later."

"alright. I'll send you your dream car soon. Now I have to go to the company. Tomorrow we'll go see a doctor. I want my son to grow up to be a healthy, smart kid."

Mr. Abraham crouched down and kissed Sandra's stomach. The man was very, very happy even though the seed he had watered did not grow in the womb of the woman he loved. His desire to have children blinded his senses. "Thank you for being present. Papa is looking forward to your presence" he whispered to the baby in Sandra's womb.

Sandra smiled as she rubbed Mr. Abraham's hair. "I won't let you be happy. I sent the pictures to Canada. I'm sure Yolanda saw it. He now knows about our affair. Until this moment Yolanda could not be contacted for sure because the woman deliberately turned off her phone. She is very frustrated when she finds out the husband she loves is cheating on her. Yolanda will soon be seeking divorce from Abraham. I'm the only woman who's gonna be his wife. The three of us will live happily. There was no longer the name Yolanda in Abraham's mind" Sandra murmured in her heart.

...***...

"What else is this?" asked Madam Yolanda while flipping through the food that Otis had just cooked. This time the food is fruitful. It is very fresh and suitable to enjoy when the weather is cold. But judging from its strange shape, Mrs Yolanda began to doubt that the food was good to eat. Even in terms of aroma, it does not convince that the food tastes delicious.

"Madam, make it a habit to taste first before commenting," Otis said. The man put his food in his mouth and chewed it with great joy. He felt proud to still be able to cook such a delicious meal like now.

Madam Yolanda stuffed the food into her mouth carefully. He looked at Otis face again with doubt. "Otis, this chicken tastes really weird. Is this really chicken?"

Otis laughed amusedly at Madam Yolanda's question. "Madam, you're too rich to ever eat meatballs. It's chicken meatballs. Grilled and flour-mixed chicken meat. It feels like this. It is suitable if eaten when the weather is cold as it is now. I usually eat meatballs. But since the meat stock in the refrigerator ran out, I turned this chicken into meatballs."

"Is this poor people's food?" chirped Madame Yolanda without thinking.

Otis laughed again at Madam Yolanda's question. Either the woman was insulting him or indeed the woman was too innocent. "No, Mistress. This is not the food of the poor. Even the rich eat it often. You're one of the richest people who's out of date."

"How dare you insult me, Otis. Have you forgotten what my position is and what yours is?" Mrs Yolanda's tone rose.

Otis. He did not want to talk anymore for fear of offending Madame Yolanda.

Madam Yolanda watched the meatball again and spent a whole circle. Chicken meat and special seasonings become one in his mouth to create a taste that makes the drug. "But you're right. This food is delicious even though the shape looks strange. Is the meatball shaped like this?"

"No, Mistress. It should be round like a ping pong ball. Since my ability does not get there, I can only make something like this. What matters is that it tastes good and we can eat." Otis resumed his delayed meal.

Mrs Yolanda started enjoying the chicken meatballs made by Otis. Although at first the woman's facial expression looked strange but in the end she began to enjoy. Until finally the bowl of meatballs served by Otis was devoured by him.

"Madam, for dinner menu we should just order. I was afraid I was wrong to eat again. I am not a chef either. I can't keep cooking like this."

Madam Yolanda looked at Otis face for a moment before looking at the meatballs still on the bowl not far from her position. "Can I add more?" mrs Yolanda asked without answering Otis's previous question.

"By, Madam. You spend it too is fine" replied Otis as he brought the bowl closer to Lady Yolanda. He smiled inwardly seeing Madam Yolanda so greedily eating meatballs. "Seeing Madame Yolanda like this makes me a little relieved. I know the wound in his heart has not healed. But he could rise and not fall again like yesterday" Otis murmured inwardly.