Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Sandra's Complaint

Sandra still couldn't stop crying. She's shy. So shy. The two men raped her. It's not just that. They gave Sandra an injection that drove her crazy. Sandra willingly served the two men. They recorded everything that happened. Use it as evidence to show Tesya.

Sandra sat leaning on the edge of the bed still with a traumatized face. Her hair was messy and her appearance looked extremely pitiful. Not as beautiful and charming as usual. His stomach hurt but he just ignored it. Sandra felt desperate and now did not know what to do. He was sorry for bothering Mrs Yolanda. If only he had known that his life would be like this, perhaps he would not have had the thought to approach even having Abraham.

The sound of a cell phone ringing made Sandra look to the side. His phone fell on the floor. While crawling Sandra took the phone. He shed tears looking at Abraham's name that appeared on his cell phone screen.

"Hello," she said so quietly.

"We have to meet."

Sandra smiled wryly. "Come to my house. I'll send you the address" Sandra said. The woman threw her phone. He stepped off the floor and into the bathroom.

Elsewhere, Mr. Abraham immediately put his phone in his pocket. The man drove his car to the address Sandra had just sent. He wanted to ask Sandra to leave Indonesia. His wife can't see Sandra again. Whatever the cost will be paid by Mr. Abraham provided Sandra goes away from her life.

It didn't take long for Mr. Abraham to arrive at the address Sandra had sent. The man was shocked to see the luxurious house in front of him. He did not expect that the occupancy of his mistress was quite expensive. As soon as possible Mr. Abraham got out of the car and stepped towards the door. He did not knock when he saw the door open a little.

"Sandra?" Abraham immediately went inside. He stepped carefully. Pay attention to home decorations and prabot neatly arranged there. "Are you inside?"

Mr. Abraham frowned looking at the door of the room that was wide open. He immediately stepped in there and went inside. His face was getting confused looking at such a messy room. The bed that should be neat now actually looks very disheveled. The sound of water in the bathroom was again a concern.

"Sandra, are you inside?"

Mr. Abraham pushed the bathroom door. The two men's eyes widened to see Sandra who had immersed herself in the bathtub. "Sandra, what do you want to do?" Mr. Abraham immediately pulled Sandra. The man dropped Sandra off the bathtub. She patted Sandra's cheeks to wake the woman up.

Mr. Abraham breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sandra awake. The woman coughed while holding her aching chest.

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Abraham was angry and immediately pushed Sandra's body. "Why did you tell me to come if you wanted to kill yourself? You want to frame me?"

"Abraham! You should know that your wife has paid people to rape me. They have taken away my pride. They treat me like shit. I don't accept being treated like this. I would rather die with the child in my womb than live in shame. Don't you want this kid, too. Didn't you also not want to marry me and leave Yolanda. Then why did you save me? Let me die by suicide."

"Yolanda paid people to rape you?" ask Abraham with a face of disbelief.

"Yes. She must have wanted revenge on me because I had seduced her husband. But the way he used it was wrong. I could've reported him to the police to have him thrown in jail."

"You can't do that because I'm going to protect her!" sahut Mr. Abraham.

Sandra laughed at Mr. Abraham's reply. "You husband and wife are the same. You two are both cruel and heartless human beings. I regret having known you both. Now what are you here for again? If I'm not needed for what you found me. Go there. Get out of this house. Don't see me anymore because there's no relationship between us." Sandra held her stomach and looked at Mr. Abraham's face with teary eyes. "I'll take care of this kid. I'm going to give birth to her. I would raise him and tell him that his father was such a cruel man. I'm gonna make him hate his own father."

"As far as you are. I came here because I wanted to ask you to leave Indonesia. I don't want you to meet Yolanda. He has suffered enough for this. I didn't want him to get hurt when I met you. I decided to take care of this child. But I realized that the boy would only inflict a wound on Yolanda's heart. Only my mother wants a grandchild. My mom is no more. You are no longer needed. I know this child is my flesh and blood. But I prefer my wife."

"I will never leave Indonesia. Will stay here! In this house. I will continue to be your shadow. I will make your life unsettled" Sandra threatened.

"I didn't give you a choice. Someone will come to pick you up and take you away from Indonesia. You won't be able to refuse it. Because if you refuse, it will only make you feel pain."

Mr. Abraham got up from there and immediately tidied up his appearance. Before coming out of the bathroom, the man looked at Sandra's face once more. "I'm sorry to have met you" said Mr Abraham before leaving.

Otis could not concentrate on driving his car. Repeatedly he glanced at the beautiful face of Madame Yolanda who was now sound asleep beside him. Otis knew that the woman was exhausted from crying too much. But what makes Otis did not end up thinking why Lady Yolanda kissed him like that. They are like lovers who miss each other. If Otis had not ended it, perhaps something beyond reason would have happened.

Now Otis has no other choice but to bring Lady Yolanda to his hometown. He knew that Mr. Grace would also return home. And it could be that Mr. Grace conveys this news to Mr. Abraham later. But Otis had a more brilliant idea. He will not take this luxury car to the village. The man planned to take Mrs Yolanda home on a bus. Appear like an ordinary person. If Otis and Mrs Yolanda were already at home, then all the villagers would not be suspicious. Including Mr. Rahmad who at that time located his house only 10 houses from where Otis lived.

Upon arrival at the bus terminal, Otis stops his car by the side of the road. Before leaving the car there he had already contacted the driver who was in the main house. Otis asked the driver to bring the car back home.

Mrs Yolanda herself seemed to not mind when invited to go by bus. Although this was his first experience, but the woman looked more resigned and obedient.

"Mrs, we've arrived. We should get off and take the bus" Otis asked as he touched Mrs Yolanda's arm.

Madam Yolanda opened her eyes slowly. He looked at Otis face without saying any words. The woman sighed and then looked ahead. Seeing that there were many buses lined up in front there made him massage his own head. He wasn't sure if he could be on that bus. But he also did not want to be caught by Mr. Abraham if he went to use this car.

"Let's go madam," Get Otis to come down.

Madam Yolanda opened the car door. Otis immediately went down and pulled the width of the car door. Stretched out her hand to help Madame Yolanda get down from there. The man held Madame Yolanda so firmly that she would not fall. Madame Yolanda seemed to have no more strength because she was crying too much. Otis was afraid that the woman would get sick.

"We can wait in that chair, ma'am. The bus leaves in 15 minutes."

Madam Yolanda nodded slowly. The woman followed Otis towards the chair. Look at the buses that are about to leave.

"Where are we going?"

"To my hometown, Madam. There are plenty of places to calm down. I will take you to the natural attractions that I often visit. Not as good abroad. But I can guarantee you'll be happy when you're there."

Madam Yolanda looked forward again. He wore a mask that he always carried in his pocket. The woman also wears her favorite sunglasses. He didn't want to until people who recognized him saw him there.

"Mrs, let's get on the bus. The bus is leaving soon," Otis asked. The man grabbed Madam Yolanda's arm and led her into the bus.

Back home together with Mrs Yolanda Otis booked a VIP bus ticket. He wanted Mrs Yolanda to feel comfortable during the trip. Even though the bus ticket price is almost the same as the price of the plane ticket.

Madam Yolanda sat on one of the chairs with a astonished face. This was the first time he had sat on such a public transport. Not as he had imagined before. Not too bad. Clean and comfortable enough.

"What do you think, Madam? You must feel disgusted to be on this bus because it is not as luxurious as the private plane you used to ride."

"No, Otis. I don't think so. I feel like this bus is very comfortable. This bus is so much better than I thought."

"Madam, times are sophisticated. Public transport is also becoming more sophisticated and growing. Now every user has a choice. They can ride public transportation according to the money they have. Of its kind, the bus we now ride is among the most expensive. It's different if you're in economy class. I know you will definitely go straight to the hospital if you sit on an economy class bus like the one I've been on. It's very smelly and dirty. Not to mention you will meet with the buskers every time. Still imagining it, I'm sure you're sick."

Madam Yolanda laughed at Otis' story. "You could have." Madam Yolanda looked to the side. He began to learn to smile again and forget the sadness that had been bothering him since yesterday. Otis still looked at Madam Yolanda with a small smile.

"Mrs, smile. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my entire life. Your smile is so beautiful that it makes me calm every time I look at it."