Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Still Curious

Otis drove the car at a moderate speed. Different than before. This time he did not dare to look into the rear view to see what was happening in the backseat. Mr. Abraham and Mrs Yolanda sat side by side there. Otis didn't want to see something he shouldn't see. Although actually both his eyes feel itchy to peek at his employer.

"Don't!" mistress Yolanda's repulsion made Otis more grumpy. The man sighed and tried to remain firm in his stance not to look back.

"Just a second. You'll feel much better after this. Let's get you in quick."

Otis is getting less and less. It's like a hot worm on the surface of the ground. "What are they doing in the back? I know they're husband and wife. But, can they not stain my ears? I am a virgin" Otis said in his heart.

"Hmm." Mrs Yolanda's voice made things worse. Otis really did not concentrate anymore. He wanted this trip to be over soon. "Don't hurry."

Otis was shocked not to play when he saw the front car stop. It made him immediately brake suddenly until the sound of a brake squeak eroded the asphalt.

"Nuts!" as Abraham was angry.

"I'm sorry, sir." Otis turned and looked at Mr. Abraham. This time he was not curious anymore after seeing a bottle of mineral water in Madam Yolanda's hand. Abraham holds a piece of bread. It seems like Mr. Abraham forced Lady Yolanda to eat to fill her empty stomach. Otis felt sorry for thinking strangely.

"What are you doing? Check the front car. He's not walking anymore."

"Good, Sir." Otis got out of the car to check. The man's steps stopped when the front car he had hit behind him returned to the road. Otis had already shouted for the car to stop. However, his efforts were in vain. Otis looked at Madame Yolanda's scuffed car. His hands are massaging the forehead. It's just his first job but his salary will be cut soon. Otis got in the car again. Mr. Abraham looked at Otis sharply. Madam Yolanda looked out while occasionally wiping away the tears.

"Good, Sir." Otis immediately drove the car again. He was now completely concentrated and closed his ears tightly to the chatter that was going on between Mr. Abraham and Mrs Yolanda.

"You don't know how I felt. I'm shy. I'm heartbroken!" lirih Madam Yolanda.

"Parad Yola. I'm right next to you. I always take your side. What else are you crying about? This husband of yours is here defending you desperately" persuaded Mr. Abraham.

"I want to get pregnant!" shouted Madame Yolanda.

Otis scrunched his forehead. One thing has filled his head since. How many children is the master? If there are, where are they now? But the chatter of Mr Abraham and Mrs Yolanda answered everything.

The couple did not have any children. And now the two of them are debating the issue of heredity. Most likely Madame Yolanda was hurt because someone mentioned a child. Sometimes besides being great, rich people also have mouths that like to talk without thinking first. They all do not care whether their Perka hurts their interlocutors or not.

"So soon we will have children. Be patient. Stop crying and everything will be fine. I can't see your tears dripping."

Mr. Abraham's appeal made Otis smile in silence. The man was so sad that he loved his wife very much. When he had everything, he still put his wife's feelings first. It is only natural that Mr. Abraham enforced such ridiculous rules.

"It seems like tonight is not a happy night for Mrs Yolanda" Otis murmured inwardly.