Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Mr. Abraham

Otis did not have time to take a nap because Tika knocked on the door of his room and asked him to meet the owner of the house in the workspace. Otis who does not know where the workplace location of the employer asked Tika to help deliver it. This was the first time Otis had set foot in the main house.

"What did you think first came into this house, Otis?" Tika looked at Otis briefly before moving forward again.

"Luxury and modern. The owner has a high taste."

"Yes. Youre right. Madam is very modern. He always prabot the latest models even though the old prabot is still good." Tika sighed softly. "Different from the Lord. He only knows work and work. Never cared about the condition of the home. No matter how much money the Madam spends, Master will not be angry. It's good that Otis is a rich man."

Otis smiled faintly. "Don't like to fantasize aloft later When it wakes up and falls it hurts," led Otis.

"You could have." Tika smiled. He held back his footsteps and looked at the room that was located several meters away from their standing position. "There. Brown color door. Just knock on the door and say your name."

"All right." Otis stepped up immediately. She died Tika who was still standing there.

Otis looked to his right and left as he walked towards the room. "I would be lost if I was alone in this house" he murmured inwardly.

Otis raised his one hand hesitating. This is the first time her heart has been pounding when she wants to meet her new employer. I don't know what the nature of the rich man who became the owner of a luxurious and large house was. Otis scared. He was afraid not to enter the criteria and was refused to be a driver.

Not had his hand touched the brown door, suddenly the door was opened first. A beautiful angelic woman appears before Otis. For a moment the man thought he was dreaming. How could such a beautiful woman exist in this world. Like the woman who gave birth to him.

"You're Otis?"

The baritone voice of a man made Otis aware. The man who had just put out the word stood behind the woman. The woman had no interest in looking at Otis. She immediately left her husband still standing there.

"Yes, Sir. I'm Otis." Otis lowered his head to turn his gaze away.

"Come in." The 45-year-old man asked Otis to come in. The first impression he got was friendly. Yes, although very rich but the man still wants to respect the poor like Otis.

"Sit down." The man first sat on the black velvet sofa.

Otis who felt reluctant actually chose to sit on a wooden chair that was also available there.

"From tonight onwards you'll be my wife's personal driver. Before you go to work, there are a few things I want to say. You can't break the rules I've made. If you break it, then you must be willing to get out of this house. I have always appreciated the people who work under me. But I will never forgive someone who has broken my command."

"You can't talk to my wife. Whatever he asks, never answer. Second you're not allowed to look at my wife like that. I can still apologize to you. Every time I meet my wife, look down like she is now. Last. You must realize that you work under me. I'll pay you. So, you should be on my side."

For the first and second rule Otis understood. His master must be jealous. No man in the world would want his wife to be looked up to by another man. What else is his wife beautiful like an angel.

But for the last rule Otis really does not understand exactly what it means to say such a thing. As a subordinate he would definitely side more with his master than anyone else. Otis thought that everyone who worked must have the same thoughts as him.

"If you understand you can get out. Don't you have to rest a lot because tonight you have to take my wife away."

"Good, Sir."

"One more. Always carry the phone that you have provided. It'll be both of us's communication tools."

"Good, Sir."

"Go," he kicked the man while shaking his hand.

"Excuse me, sir." Otis immediately left the room. Although the workspace looks very luxurious and sophisticated, but Otis is not comfortable in it. It was like being in an execution room. Just breathe she's scared.

Otis again met with Tika who was cleaning a giant urn that became a display of the house. The woman throws a smile at Otis before continuing to work.

Otis does not want to disturb his colleagues while at work. The man immediately went towards the road he had first crossed.

"Stop!" tika shouted to make Otis had to stop. The man turned around and saw Tika who was now running towards him. "Otis, this is my number. Send me a short message so I can know what your number is. Okay?" without waiting for approval from Otis, Tika gives a piece of paper in Otis's grasp and the woman continues to work again. Otis just smiled a little at Tika's behavior. This isn't the first time a woman has been attracted to him. Usually Otis would immediately throw out the paper and ignore it. But Tika was different. The woman seemed polite and sincere to help him. Otis did not want to hurt the feelings of his fellow struggle. The man immediately put the paper in his pocket and continued his footsteps. His body felt very tired and he really needed rest at this time.

Not yet arrived at the entrance to the house Otis was surprised by the appearance of a beautiful woman he had just met a moment ago. The man immediately lowered his head as he remembered the message of his master in the study.

"Later tonight I want to use a white car. Make sure the car is safe" said the woman Otis did not know what her name was. Yes, indeed until this moment Otis does not know what is the name of the woman who became his mistress and what is the name of the man who became his master.

Otis is a confusion. Now he doesn't know whether to answer or not. His position went wrong.

"I know for a fact my husband who forbade you to speak. It's okay. I-i understand. Just shut up as you please. I won't make you my partner either. But you must also remember that I am your master. You have to remember your real name. Yolanda! Call me Lady Yolanda!"