Mrs Yolanda's Driver

Otis Solutions

Mr. Abraham stood in the living room. Clenching his hands the man shouted Otis' name. A guard who happened to hear Mr. Abraham's cry immediately ran to Otis' room to call the man. He doesn't want any more trouble there.

"Ofrican! Otis!" said the bodyguard while banging on the door of Otis' room. "Get out."

Otis immediately opened the door of his room with a towel still wrapped around his waist. It turned out that the man had just finished his bath and was not yet wearing any clothes. She wanted to wear clothes before she opened the door. But because the guest who came banged on the door very hard, Otis finally opened the door with such an appearance.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" otis asked with a very worried face.

"Mr Abraham called you. He looks very angry. Quickly meet him in the living room." The bodyguard looked at the appearance of Otis who was still wearing a towel. "But put on your clothes first. You wouldn't be able to meet Mr. Abraham in this way. I have to go back there to make sure things stay safe" the bodyguard said before leaving Otis.

"Other than he wants. Is it with me that staying away from Madame Yolanda isn't enough for her?" otis was upset before he went back into the room and locked the door.

Otis wears a black t-shirt and jeans. He doesn't know who to work with now. Now he no longer wears the driver's uniform provided in the house. After combing her hair neatly Otis immediately left her bedroom. The man walked towards the living room at such a fast pace.

But the closer to Mr. Abraham's whereabouts, Otis was the slower he would step. The man looked at Mr. Abraham's burly back. Only from behind did Otis know that now the man was being ignited by emotions.

"Are you calling me, Sir?" otis asked full of pleasantries. Not forgetting that the man lowered his head to show his respect for Mr. Abraham as his master.

Otis opens the door for Mr. Abraham. Before Mr. Abraham got into the car, the man looked at the door once more. He's looking for Madame Yolanda. The woman had not been seen since their separation in the room earlier. But Otis regained his senses and forgot the woman from his memory. Otis closed the car door carefully before running to the side of the car and getting inside. Otis sat down and looked at Mr. Abraham for a moment through the rearview mirror before turning on his car engine.

"Is that how you look at my wife every time you're alone in this car?" asked Mr. Abraham with a reddened face holding back anger. It is clear that the man was very jealous when he imagined the closeness of his wife with the driver he had believed.

"I'm sorry, sir." Otis doesn't know what else to say but an apology. This was all he could do to get his life back to calm.

"My wife is furious that you broke off the relationship between the two of you. I'm glad to hear that. This is very good news for me. But that doesn't mean I've forgiven you, Otis. I still don't trust you yet."

"That's your choice, sir. As a chauffeur I'm just running the orders you're gonna say." Otis drove his car slowly. Not knowing where the destination was, the man drove his car just like that without a definite purpose.

"We went to the cafe. I want to meet someone there" said Mr. Abraham before turning his face to the side.

"Okay, sir," replied Otis. The man followed the direction shown on the screen in front of him towards where they were going.