The Rich Widow

Job Vacancy

After paying weekly installments to Juragan Bahri, Arman resumed his journey. He tried to find a way to find a job.

Many factories and warehousing that he passed, but unfortunately no one provided job vacancies for him. However, Arman did not give up. He continued to step his feet while wondering about the surrounding residents about job vacancies.

Not felt, the afternoon was approaching. The heat of the sun made Arman exhausted and decided to take a break at a roadside stall. He ordered a cup of cold drink and enjoyed it while watching the surroundings.

"Where are you from, son?" ask the shop owner. An old man who is still eager to find rupiah for his family.

"I'm actually looking for a job, sir. I've been unemployed for a long time after being fired from my previous job" Arman said.

The old man nodded slowly. "Now finding a job is hard. Um, if you may know, what kind of job do you want?"

"Anything, Sir. As long as it is halal and yielding," replied Arman steadily.

"Can I drive a car?" ask the old man again.

Arman was silent for a moment while looking at the old man closely. "Can, Sir. Why why anyway? Is there a job as a driver?"

"No, look!"

The old man pointed to a leaflet attached to the wall near his stall. A written job vacancy leaflet requires a private driver.

"Personal driver?" Arman smiled broadly then got up from his position. He approached the leaflet and read it carefully.

"Hows it? You interested?" ask the old man again.

Arman still smiled broadly. "I'm interested, sir. And the salary offered is quite tempting," replied Arman steadily.

"Then, just call the mobile number listed in the brochure. Who knows your fortune" he said.

Arman was silent for a moment while smiling wryly. How to call the person's mobile number, while he does not have a mobile phone, even if only a mobile phone butut.

"I don't have a phone, sir. But that's fine, I can still walk towards that person's residence and it doesn't seem to be far from here" Arman said as he scratched his non-itchy head.

"Yes, try it. If indeed your fortune will certainly not go where," replied the old man.

Arman grabbed the flyer and put it in his pants pocket. "Thank you, sir for the info."

"Together." The old man smiled.

After his body was no longer exhausted, Arman again continued his journey to the residence of someone who needed the private driver.

After a tiring journey, Arman finally arrived at the man's residence. Arman wiped his sweat as he watched the majestic building looming before him.

"Wow, the house is so big!" arman muttered.

"What's up, Mom?" A security man approached Arman.

"I found this brochure on the road and I was interested in applying to be a private driver as it is written here" Arman replied with a warm smile.

"Oh yes. It just so happens that Madam is inside. Wait a minute, let me tell you Madam first," said the security.

"Good, Sir. Thank you." Thank you." Arman waited in that place patiently until finally the security came back again with a crisp face.

"Please come in, Mom. Madam wants you to face her immediately" said security.

After the luxurious gate was opened, Arman immediately followed the security steps that now lead him into the magnificent building. Arman glared, he was really amazed to see the grandeur and luxury of the place. Just like the houses of the rich he saw on tv-tv.

"Please sit. Mrs Ira will be down soon" Security said.

Arman nodded and sat in the room waiting for the owner. Meanwhile, the security guard has returned to the front to carry out his duties.

Only a few minutes later, a beautiful woman was descending the stairs in front of Arman. Arman continued to watch the woman and then got up from her position. Now the woman stood in front of Arman and asked him to sit down again.

"Sit down" he said.

"Ehm, thank you, madam."

Arman sat down and looked back at the woman. Women who are almost 50 years old, but still beautiful and charming. Not inferior to a 25 year old woman.

His body shape is good, his hair also looks beautifully groomed, how to apply his makeup is good. It looks natural and does not look good. Even the wrinkles that were supposed to decorate the woman's face, were completely invisible.

Not to be missed, the style of dress like a young child. Tight shirt and tight jeans. As most people say, money talks. And maybe that's the picture of Mrs Ira Lestari. With the best care and certainly requires a lot of pocket and expensive clothes and branded.

"Say you want to apply to be my personal driver. Is that true?" asked the woman while looking closely at Arman's handsome face. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot, not to be missed in the slightest.

Arman got groggy when the woman noticed him. "I-iya, Mistress. That's right," replied Arman while blushing in embarrassment.

"You got a SIM? And have you had any previous driving experience?" ask the woman again, crossing her legs.

"I used to be a deliveryman when I worked in a factory. Although the car may be different, but Madam does not have to worry. I have experience driving various types and brands of cars. And about the SIM, I already have, it's just that this month has not been extended" explained Arman while looking at the woman with hope. I wish he could find his fortune with that woman.

"Try you to stand here" the woman said, pointing to the empty space before her.

Arman immediately got up from his position and stood at the place intended by the woman. "Here, Madam?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman watched Arman's posture closely.

"Hmmm, according to my criteria. Handsome, nice body, tall and muscular," muttered Mrs Ira inwardly.

"You have a family, ehmm?"

"My name is Arman, Madam. And yes, I have a family."

"Look it up, Arman. If you want to be my personal driver, the condition must be ready for 24 hours. I am a very busy woman and have a lot of activities outside. I don't want any reason if I need you, including the wife's excuse and so on. How, are you ready?" obviously that woman

Arman thought for a few seconds before nodding his head. Rather than being unemployed, he had better accept the terms of Mrs Ira just now, that was what Arman had in mind at the time.

"Yes, Madam. I agree," replied Arman steadily.

The woman smiled widely. "Ehm, good then. But before I decide to accept you, you have to take the test first. I don't want my car to be scratched because of you because the repair costs are not as cheap as you imagine," continued Mrs Ira.

"Okay, Madam."

The woman got up from her position and took Arman to the front yard, where her car was.

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