The heart guard driver

Chapter 4

Ami School.

All Kindergarten students have lined up neatly, Ms. Sonia as the homeroom teacher Ami immediately guided them to her class, not forgetting she checked her nails and the howling of her students.

"Kids now we learn to sing huh, come on who can sing?" He said to all the students. One of the students raised his hand.

"I'm a teacher." Shouted a student named Adit.

"Tried ahead baby," Adit stepped forward, following his teacher's orders.

" Want to sing what song, dear?" Ask Sonia again.

" Adit wants to sing the song Love Mother, Teacher."

" Alright, kids now let's listen to Adit's voice." Sonia's teacher's orders to all her students. Even though he began to make his voice, he was very fluent in singing the song.

" Horeeee, everyone's applause, Adit's good voice isn't a child2?" The sound of applause rumbled from the hands of the 2 petite students in the class.

" Good Ma'am guruuu...." Answer brand compact. After sitting down, Adit raised his hand again.

"Teacher, if Ami is singing, can the lyrics be changed?"

"Why should I change." Others have asked Adit questions.

" Ami doesn't have a mother, only a father, so the singing must Love Father,." Adit answered the boy's question without feeling guilty.

" Can I change that, ma'am gulu?" Innocently Ami continues Adit's question, so that makes Sonia speechless, he feels compassion for Ami, and is proud of her because Ami did not respond to her friend's words with disheartened, maybe she did not understand too much.

" Yes, baby, I can.." Ami's smile emanated, after hearing Sonia's voice.

" Then, Ami will sing Love Daddy. Yeeee.." The spotlight is on its own.

" ammy. Why not ask your dad for a new mom.?" A friend of mine, Ami, asked.

"Could you?" Ami Singakat.

" Of course I can, I also at that time asked papa new, same mama, eehh directly I have papa new dechh.."

" I'd like to ask Dad for a new mom.. Who knows, tomorrow I have a mother. Yeeee" thought she'd get a mother that fast.

" Yes, later if you have a mother, the singing becomes mother's love again ." I don't know what the funny boy2 was talking about, so it made his teacher smile to himself hearing their unexpected chatter.

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Hartono House.

After driving his son to school by borrowing a neighbor's motorbike that happened to be unused, Reza immediately searched the address of Hartono's residence.  Finally, after he turned 2 around the elite housing around the address, Reza stopped his motorbike in front of the gate of a house that looked very large and magnificent. Reza was wearing black pants with his favorite blue shirt, yesterday he had cut his hair and shaved whiskers and feather2 that slightly grew around the chin area, he said, this time he looks handsome and handsome with his new look.

" Excuse me sir, is this really the residence of Mr. Hartono Wijaya,??"

"Yes right, who are you? And what need is it ?"

" I'm Reza sir, I'd like to......" Just as Reza was about to continue his words arrived2 the guard cut Reza's sentence.

" Reza Raulansyah isn't it?" Asked the guard to astonish Reza. How could he know his full name, Rezapun nodded his head unwilling to linger thinking about it, maybe the guard was told to his superior.

" Please enter" Without further ado the guard opened the gate, letting Reza in. While Reza who was already standing at the door of the house, was feeling very nervous. Then he pressed the bell beside the big door of the house.

The sound of steps was heard down the stairs, Reza turned his head towards him showing his friendly smile, he also stood up to greet the owner of the house that is not normal is Mr. Hartono Wijaya, who was, The figure that looks so different when at home, with a dressing that is usual for everyday use but still looks very elegant, understand the rich.

" It's been a while..?" Hartono's voice breaks Reza's reverie.

" No sir, I just arrived.."

" Bi please get me a drink for my guest." Hartono's orders to the aunt who was tidying the table.

"Good sir." The aunt immediately brought two glasses of fresh drink, along with the food.

Hartono resumed his conversation, he explained some of the tasks that will be carried out by Reza. In addition to his work as a driver, Reza also had to supervise and take care of his son. Somehow Reza felt that he would be the guardian of someone so precious as a diamond.

"Mom..." The soft voice of a woman stopped Hartono's speech.

" What's wrong?" Reza glanced at the voice, really Reza who saw him was amazed even he thought that the woman who would be his second master, his appearance was like a princess. Yes it is Nabila Ayunia Wijaya. The eldest daughter of Hartono Wijaya.

" When you think you're in the office,".Sitting next to his father.

" Papa's got business, son, know this Reza. "

Reza got up and gave his hand.

"I'm Reza mba, who will be your new driver." Reza's words made the two people in front of him a little confused and frowned, maybe Reza did not know that the second master would not be Nabila. While Nabila who received a helping hand wanted to laugh amusedly, but soon he held it so as not to raise a voice.

"Son Reza. This is my first child Nabila, but he will not be your employer, but my second child who is still in college, his name is Leo, he is 22 years old.he may have needs outside."  Reza's cheeks turned red, just imagine how embarrassed he was, the first time he set foot in the house was slow to think, even wrong people, he finally swallowed the shame itself.

" I'm sorry sir I don't know," bowed his head in shame.

" Well from tomorrow you can work, don't forget to come on time."

" Prepare sir, accept that you have accepted me,." Reza left Hartono's house. Don't forget to say goodbye to him first.

" It turns out that my master will be a man, but he seems so special, that I have to be the driver and bodyguard of all. " What matters is that my salary is big, Reza muttered to himself while riding a motorcycle owned by his neighbor.

When Reza wants to bend the handlebar of his motorcycle,

Ssssssstttt ckkkkkkkiikk, gubrakk., The motor rolled over instantly, almost collided with a luxury sports car, but Reza can prevent it by slamming his motorbike towards the roadside so that it hit the roadblock, the road barrier, and the road, and the bike was down, lucky that Reza wasn't hurt,.

At that very moment someone came out of the car, approaching the fallen Reza." Hey om, if you want to turn the real one, the lights turn to the left, but instead turn to the right, like mothers." That voice sounds like a permpuan. Her voice was in Reza's ear.

" I'm sorry about me....." Somehow Reza seemed to be amazed, when he looked up his head to see the interlocutor in front of him. Her voice was sexy like that of a woman, but upon seeing her appearance so much different from her shadow, Reza swallowed her own saliva.

"I mean sorry tong, "with a slightly gaping mouth, what kind of figure, the person in front of him, made Reza confused to call him a woman or a man. If the woman, but the appearance is opposite, Reza's eyes still observe her appearance from top to bottom. His hair is short, his next ear is wearing two round earrings, there is a scarf on his neck, a shirt on his forehead is black, wrapped in a leather jacket with matching colors, and a black shirt with a, long black pants that lack material because there are some tears in the thighs and knees, shoes made of leather as well but Reza often saw the shoes are usually used by men.

" Tang Tong, tang tong, am I entong you." The man raised his tone. Both of his hands were on his waist.

" Is he a creature, it's creepy, it doesn't have horns" Reza thought.

"I'm sorry it's my fault" Not wanting to serve the man, Reza again apologized, because it was his fault, daydreaming while driving. .

"Other times if you bring a motor, learn first the right, and please pay attention to the turn lights" instead of petrifying Reza, the person even berpaki2nya. After being satisfied with his swear words he also left Reza without the slightest intention to help him.

Reza can hold back his anger, and be patient toward the man, but he is confused how to deal with the tantrums of his neighbors because the motorbike that Reza was driving suffered a considerable damage will drain his wallet.

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