Mrs Yolanda's Driver

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Time went so fast that it didn't seem like a week Mrs Yolanda and Otis were in Canada. Within a week the numbers of both of them could not be reached. They did not think at all of Mr. Abraham's feelings. Otis only wants Mrs Yolanda to be happy. Whatever way he would do to keep Madame Yolanda smiling and not shedding any more tears.

This afternoon Madam Yolanda wanted to play Skiing on a snow mountain. Otis who never played Ski chose to be a spectator. The man did not want to get injured and made Lady Yolanda bother. While enjoying the hot chocolate he ordered from the cafe where he was sitting, the man watched over Madame Yolanda who was busy to and fro using a skateboard. Sometimes the man also laughed as Madam Yolanda fell on a pile of snow.

"He's really very interesting. Only a stupid man thinks of bullying him. Although he could not give the child but it could not be used as an excuse. The loyalty he had was quite thumbs up," Otis murmured inwardly.

The man was startled by someone who suddenly patted his right shoulder. He immediately turned his head back and looked at the woman who was now standing there. His face calmed back down when the woman who had just hit him was the one he knew.

"Miss Tesya, how are you? Thank you for sending food every day. I feel helped because I don't need to cook anymore."

Tesya smiled at Otis' praise. The woman sat down on the chair beside Otis and looked ahead.

"It looks like Mrs Yolanda is enjoying her holiday very much. She doesn't even care about her husband" Tesya said with a smile.

Otis scrunched his forehead. "You know something?"

Tesya. "The secret you kept in the meeting with Mrs Yolanda is still unknown to me. But, I know that now Mr. Abraham is paying people to look for you two. Soon you and Lady Yolanda will be found. Maybe for Lady Yolanda herself she would be fine because her husband did not dare to do anything to the woman he loved. But, what about you? You're just a driver. Maybe he'll fire you." Tesya held back his sentence for a moment. "No. If the fire is too light. Maybe he'll report you to the police on charges of kidnapping his wife for a week." Tesya laughed after speaking like that. Unlike Otis who now has a serious face. The man was afraid that what Tesya said was true. Otis just wants to work well in order to get a halal salary. Not to get into any more trouble getting to jail.

"Otis, I was just kidding. Why is your face panicking like that?" tesya Ledek. He nudged Otis' arm while chuckling. "Sir Abraham could do nothing if Lady Yolanda was on your side." Tesya approached Otis' ear. "It can be said that Mr. Abraham was a husband afraid of his wife even though his face looked scary" whispered Tesya.

"What if Lady Yolanda doesn't take my side?"

Tesya scrunched his forehead. "That's impossible. Madame Yolanda is not like that."

"What about you? Has Madame Yolanda always been on your side?"

"Otis, you should know one thing. Until now Mr. Abraham did not know that I was working as Mrs Yolanda's personal bodyguard. All she knows is that I'm Miss Yolanda's cousin. Weird, right?"

"Cousin?"

Tesya. "Mrs Yolanda did not want Mr. Abraham to disturb our closeness. In order not to know what happened, I was forced to guard Mrs Yolanda secretly. But, in this way Mr. Abraham did not suspect. I can freely guard Mrs Yolanda without any hindrance."

"Tessa, I'd like to speak to Mrs Yolanda. I seem to have forgotten that I came here because of Mr. Abraham. I need to call that guy right away." Otis moved from his seat.

"You scared?" Tesya was shocked to hear Otis' words.

"I'm not afraid. But I just want to be the man in charge. No more than that." Otis immediately left Tesya alone there. Tesya supported his head with his hands while tapping the table before him.

"He's a timid man and that makes him look even more adorable" Tesya praised inwardly.

...***...

Madam Yolanda looked at Otis who was now walking towards her. Women look exhausted. He even threw the ski board he was wearing to play in the snow. The woman sat with both legs straightened forward. Sometimes he notices people who are still playing in the snow.

"Madam, I have something to say" Otis said. It seems like he doesn't want to talk much anymore. The man wanted to immediately tell his purpose now.

"Tell me. I will listen to everything you say" replied Madam Yolanda without looking.

"Just do what you think is good. I won't stop you anymore." Madam Yolanda gulped down the drinking water she had in her hand before standing up. "If you talk to him, tell him I'm going home in 1 month. I still want to stay here. I'm still not ready to look at that jerk's face."

"Okay, Madam." Otis bowed respectfully. He photographed Mrs Yolanda walking away and immediately activated the day of the phone, which he had been making flying mode.

When his phone was activated, dozens of Mr. Abraham messages came in. Have not been able to read one message that has been hit by another message. For a while Otis did nothing. He just looked at his phone screen to wait for the message Mr. Abraham sent all in.

"She really cursed me" Otis murmured inwardly as he read a message that was indeed a curse. Unwilling to get even more hurt, Otis deletes all the messages Mr. Abraham sends. He doesn't want to read them one by one. The man immediately dialed Mr. Abraham's number to contact him.

"Otis, you're a real jerk!"

Just one second connected, there was a voice of ridicule from Mr. Abraham from a distance there. Otis still doesn't want to talk. He waited until Mr. Abraham's emotions subsided. Talking to an emotional person also has no end.

"Otis, do you hear me? Where have you taken my wife? Where's Yolanda? Why did he turn off his phone too? Are you guys conspiring? You guys are giving me a heartache because you're worried about your situation? Nah! I wouldn't care if you died in Canada. But what about my wife! I miss the voice of Otis. One week I haven't heard from the woman I love."

"A woman who's loved?" Otis smiled faintly at it. Any sentence can be easily said. But it won't be easy to prove it.

"I'm sorry, sir. My phone is broken. I've been trying to fix it. As for Ms. Yolanda's inactive number, I don't know Mr. My only job is to look after Mrs Yolanda and make sure she's okay. The rest I don't want to interfere too much."

Mr. Abraham's emotions are ransacking. The man seemed to be able to control his speech. "Where is my wife now? What's he doing?"

"I've sent the picture to your phone, sir. Mrs Yolanda just finished skiing. He was still sitting in front of there and chatting with some Caucasians." I don't know why the ignorant souls of men reappear to the surface. He also wants to make Mr. Abraham hot when imagining the woman he loves being intimate with another man.

"Otis, you should know what your job is! I don't wanna know. Get those men out of my wife!"

"Good, Sir."

"Never turn off your phone again. Or I won't pay for it this month!"

"Good, Sir. But first I wanted to say. Madame Yolanda said she was coming home in a month, sir."

"One month did you say? Shouldn't it be another week?"

"I also don't know why, sir."

No more did Mr. Abraham's voice sound. Looks like the man was shocked when he found out that his wife will be home in 1 month.

"Sir What do you still hear me?"

"Send the full address. Tonight I'm going there to pick up my wife!"

the phone call was immediately cut off. Otis glanced at the screen of his phone at a glance before putting it in his pocket. The man wanted to tell Mrs Yolanda that Mr. Abraham would pick them up.

"I hope that after they meet later, Madam Yolanda will no longer cry" Otis muttered inwardly.