Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Simple House

Yolanda and Otis walked together through a narrow alley. Otis did not want to let go of his hand. The man did not want to get Madame Yolanda far away from him. Mrs Yolanda herself chose to duck behind the hat and mask she now wears. The woman did not even dare to look directly at the surrounding residents who were now looking at her questioningly.

"There is his house. I remember very well. The paint is brown" Otis said, pointing to the house a few meters from where they were. Madam Yolanda raised her head briefly before looking down again. The woman had already resigned to wherever Otis took her.

"Otis, is that really you?" someone shouted from a distance.

Otis held back his footsteps and then turned around. The man simply waved his hand before continuing on the road again.

"Who is he?" ask Mrs Yolanda to know. "Why does he know you?"

"Didn't I just say I signed here. He is one of my neighbors. We talk together every night. I thought he had forgotten. Apparently not. He really remembers my face. Though now my face looks a lot worse than it used to be."

Madam Yolanda was silent. The woman held firmly on Otis' arm.

"We have arrived. I'll knock on the door. Sit there." Otis pointed at the wooden chair on the terrace of the house. The chair was filled with a pile of dust. This made Lady Yolanda reluctant to sit there. Lady Yolanda preferred to stand alone rather than sit and dirty the clothes she was wearing.

Otis immediately knocks on the door to meet the owner. Otis knocked repeatedly on the door and called out the name of the owner of the house but nothing came out of it. From the front, a woman walked over to Otis and Lady Yolanda.

"Are you Otis?"

Otis and Madame Yolanda both turned around backwards. A fat, negligent-wearing lady stood there and looked at them with such a hostile gaze. It made Lady Yolanda afraid until finally she decided to hide behind Otis' body.

"really. Sorry I don't remember you."

"You don't have to remember me because we don't know each other." The woman took out a key from inside her negligee pocket. "Kek Mun is gone. He said that one day you will come here with a woman. I've got to give you the keys to this house. Kek Mun has no other relatives. He already thinks of you as his son. He left this house to you."

Otis becomes sad to know that the man he wants to visit is no longer in this world. The man felt like crying but he remained steadfast in front of Madam Yolanda. "Thank you" said Otis. He took the key to the house and opened the door.

"You sure you want to go inside?" ask Mrs Yolanda who at that time seemed hesitant to enter the uninhabited house.

"Why not. Is this house not mine now?" otis replied casually.

"How come? There is no black covenant on white. This house can belong to anyone," Mrs Yolanda said in disbelief.

"Life here is so relaxing. Unlike the life of the rich man in your housing complex Yolanda. Poor people like us never had any intention of seizing the property of others. They all know the limits. If this house is already mine then no one will inhabit it but me. Didn't you think about it, the woman could have stayed in this house because the person who had it was gone and could not protest anymore. But it didn't happen that way. Instead he came to give me the key when I stood here."

"That amazes me" praised Madam Yolanda.

"Let's go inside." Otis pushed the dust-filled door. The man invited his girlfriend into the house. "I also slept in a room in this house. He gave me a special room over there. Let's see what kind of room I slept in. I hope you're not surprised to see him later. Because maybe everything you see will be very disgusting because the house is dirty and filled with dust. Not as clean and beautiful as the house you've been living in."

Madam Yolanda was silent. He already knew that this was the risk if he decided to marry an ordinary man like Otis.

Otis went inside the room and immediately opened the window to let air into it. Madam Yolanda stepped into the window because the room really stank. The woman opened the hat that had covered her beautiful hair. A gust of wind stroked her hair until it flew. From the position of Mrs Yolanda, the woman could see a map of green rice fields that were so beautiful. This was the first time that Madame Yolanda could see the rice fields directly. Unknowingly the woman smiled and greatly enjoyed the scenery that was there.

"Why can such a narrow residential complex present such a beautiful scene?" ask Mrs Yolanda marketing.

"The owner of this house is a farmer. Even everyone who lived in this area was originally a farmer. The land that is now used as a building land was once also a land of rice fields. The more developed their era the more difficult to manage the rice fields until finally they decided to sell the rice fields to entrepreneurs to be used as malls and so forth. Only the owner of this house does not sell it. Thanks to him there's a rice field in the middle of the city."

"Isn't the owner no longer there why the rice field is still maintained and maintained."

"I don't know that either."

Madam Yolanda turned around and looked at Otis face. He glanced at the single-sized mattress that was still covered in dark brown sheets. There is a small mini closet next to the bed. There was no bathroom in the room. After the window opened the room looks comfortable to be placed.

"Something seems to be cleaning this room every day. I thought this room was dirty and dusty." Lady Yolanda held on to her wall and found no dust there.

"It can be," Otis replied.

Lady Yolanda walked over to Otis. The man raised his face then looked at Otis deeply. "Your former life is very simple. But I can guess that your life is very happy. I can feel your warmth just being in this room."

"Then hug me right now," pinta Otis affectionately.

Otis looked at Madam Yolanda's face and subconsciously traced the woman's face. Warm murmurs flowed within the chest. Otis realized that it was just the two of them in the room. It makes dirty thoughts again fill the contents of his brain.

"WHO ARE YOU!"

Otis and Madame Yolanda both looked towards the door. They saw a little boy about 10 years old standing there with his hands around his waist. The little boy did not seem to like seeing Otis and Madam Yolanda there. "Why are you in my room?" Shouted the little boy with an unacceptable face.

"Your room?" Otis scrunched his forehead. "This is my room. I'm Otis. The owner of this house."

At first the boy seemed to want to protest. But his facial expression changed when he found out that the man standing before him was Otis. The owner of the house.

"Uncle Otis, why did you come to this house. Why didn't you come when Grandpa died?" The boy became sad.

Otis scrunched his forehead with a guilty face. The man approached the little boy and squatted in front of him. "What's your name?"

"Original. Uncle Otis, what a beautiful woman it is your wife. Grandpa said you'd come to this house with your wife someday."

"Yes, she's my wife" Otis replied confidently.

"Then my job of guarding this room is done. I'm going back to my house."

"Ali, if I want to see you again where should I find you?"

"You must have met my mother. His body is big and his voice is very loud."

Otis laughed because the man already knew that Ali's real mother was the fat woman who had delivered the keys. "Well, I met your mother and I know where she's going. Thank you for taking care of my room so well." Otis took the wallet out of his pocket and took out a few pieces of Rp100,000. "Take this for a snack."

Ali looks very happy. He accepted the money enthusiastically. "Uncle Otis, if you need anything just call Ali. Ali's coming to help Uncle Otis." After that Ali turned around and left the house.

Otis asked in a hurry just to see the behavior of Ali who was so adorable.

"He's a smart kid" praised Mrs Yolanda who was still standing by the window.

Otis immediately walked to the door and locked the door. Obviously it made Madame Yolanda look worried. To the extent that Madame Yolanda looked at Otis so nervously.

"Why should it be locked?"

"For no one to enter so suddenly again as before." Otis did not approach Mrs Yolanda but walked towards the closet. It was like taking something out of a small closet. While Mrs Yolanda who felt exhausted chose to sit on the mattress.

"Are you feeling hot?"

"Yes, there's no AC in this room."

Otis laughed a little. He had no idea this lover was completely innocent or was insulting his poverty soul. "There's a little fan above the ceiling but I didn't know if it was still working or not." Otis turned on the fan. The man's face looked relieved as the fan could still turn. But his voice was so noisy that it disturbed their hearing. Madam Yolanda who was also looking up frowned looking at the fan.

"You're sure this thing won't hurt us?"

Otis who had been looking up now looked at Madam Yolanda's face again while shaking slowly.

"I'm not sure, Madam."

Madam Yolanda laughed amusedly at Otis' reply. The woman covered her mouth with her hands while laughing coyly. Her behavior like that makes Madame Yolanda look more beautiful. Otis immediately turned off the fan because he did not want the fan to harm them.

Suddenly Madam Yolanda hugged her from behind. The woman rested her head on Otis' back. "Can I hold you like this?"

"Of course you can" replied Otis quietly.

"Don't you want to get to know myself more deeply, Otis? In this place there are only the two of us."

Madame Yolanda kissed Otis' neck and created strange, delicious rushes. The woman's hand made it in and played behind the chest of Otis' field. Otis closed his eyes and really enjoyed it.

"Quick Otis. This is the right time" whispered Lady Yolanda so seductively.