The Rich Widow

Mrs Ira Lestari

"Well, you're really great, Arman. I like that!" said Mrs Ira while clapping her hands to see the intelligence of Arman in controlling his cars.

"Thank you, Madam." Arman nodded slowly and he was so happy to see the woman's reaction.

"Well, from tomorrow you can work with me. Remember, early in the morning you should be here. And don't forget, dress nice and neat because the people you will meet are not just anyone. All from the elite, you understand?"

Arman scratched his non-itchy nape while bitterly smiling. "If it's like this, is it already in the category of nice and neat, Madam?" asked Arman while showing his appearance at that time.

Madam Ira narrowed her eyes looking at Arman. "Hey, don't tell me you don't have better clothes than this, yeah!"

"It's just the best shirt I have, ma'am."

The woman shook her head while smiling sinisterly. "Geez!"

"Yes, already. Wait a minute here" said the woman again.

He then went and entered his luxurious house in a hasty step. After a while, Mrs Ira came back with a bag of hers.

"Now take me somewhere. Let's just say I'm testing you, Arman." The woman smiled warmly. He got into one of his cars then followed by Arman who is now sitting at the wheel.

"Where are we going, ma'am?" ask Arman.

"To my subscription boutique. I happen to want to buy something there. Buy a nice shirt and pants for you" replied the woman.

"Eh, no, ma'am. I don't want to trouble Madam" Elak Arman.

"No hassle, Arman. Think of it as your shirt and pants are your work uniforms. So it's my duty to provide it. I don't want to be ashamed in front of my friends. Their driver looks good! Time I don't" chirped the woman.

Arman was smiling. "Thank you very much, Madam."

"Hmmm," muttered Mrs Ira as she grabbed her phone from inside the bag. Looks like the woman was cool with the flat object. Meanwhile, Arman refocused on his wheel.

"What's your phone number, Arman?" ask Mrs Ira later.

Again Arman smiled wryly. "I don't have a cell phone, Madam. Yesterday had a chance, but I resold because I had no money," replied Arman timidly.

Madame Ira's eyes were wide open looking at Arman. He nodded while shaking his head. "Oh my goodness, Arman! Gini day you don't have a cell phone? Kindergarten has his own phone, Arman, but you .. ck ck ck!"

"I'm sorry, Madam." Arman looks all wrong.

"Yes already. Buy a phone today for you. If you don't have a phone, then how do I contact you?" said Mrs Ira later.

"But, Madam ...."

"You can repay it with your salary later" he said.

"Okay, Madam." Arman also agreed because the object is not free, aka he can still repay it when the payday.

***

It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming.

After finishing shopping, now Arman again drove the car to the residence of Mrs Ira. So many things they brought. One of them, the items that Mrs Ira deliberately bought for Arman.

Upon arrival at the residence of Mrs Ira, the woman asked Arman to help her carry groceries into the room. He led Arman into the room.

"Put it down, Arman," said Mrs Ira, pointing to the king-size bed and looking so soft.

"Okay, Madam."

"Ehm, I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't know that Madam ...." Arman immediately turned around then closed his eyes tightly.

"It's okay, Arman. I'm used to this. So you don't need to feel guilty" said Mrs Ira as she approached the fixated Arman in a position behind her.

"Open your eyes and after this you will definitely get used to seeing me like this" continued Mrs Ira who glared past Arman's body. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to open one by one his groceries.

While Arman was still confused and fixated on seeing Mrs Ira who only used a tank top on the navel and hot pants that were so short, almost resembling dallam pants. The body of the aged woman really looks sexy and is able to make any man unable to miss the beautiful scenery.

"Mrs, I want to say goodbye. I want to deliver this good news to my wife at home" Arman said. Still staring at the woman.

"alright. But remember, tomorrow you should be here early in the morning" replied Mrs Ira.

"Of course, Madam. Thank you very much" Arman said.

Arman also paid off and went home with the groceries that had been bought by Mrs Ira.

"Arman .. You're a real dream man. It just takes a little polish, you will definitely look slim compared to my lover first," muttered Madam Ira with a small smile inside her magnificent room.

Arman rode the ojek to return to his modest home. After a few minutes, he arrived there.

"Dear Nadira, I'm home!" call Arman while stepping into his house with a large paper bag containing groceries that was given by Mrs Ira.

Amara, who was playing in the kitchen, immediately ran into the front room after hearing Arman's voice. Similarly, Nadira, he rushed after his daughter to welcome the arrival of the husband.

"Dad!" Amara runs towards Arman and Arman immediately welcomes him. While the groceries that he had just held, were placed on the floor just like that.

"How, Mas?" nadira asked with a warm smile.

"I've been accepted for work, Dira. And tomorrow I'll start my work" he replied with a crisp face.

"really?" Nadira seemed so happy at once.

Now his gaze was fixed on the large paperbag lying on the floor, beside Arman's feet.

"What is this, Mom?" nadira asked while pointing towards the paperbag.

"Ah, yes. Here's my shirt and pants for me to wear tomorrow. In addition there are also the latest shoes and mobile phones bought by my new employer," said Arman with enthusiasm.

Arman handed Amara over to Nadira and then grabbed the paperbag. He took out all the contents in front of Nadira while smiling with satisfaction.

"How, Honey? Good-nice, right?"

"What does it work as? And why did Mas's employer willingly buy

these things?" nadira asked full of questions.

"Mas will be the personal driver of a rich aunt, Dira. He deliberately bought all these things for me, because he did not want his personal driver to look cute. I'm sure my new employer is a socialite aunt" Arman said enthusiastically.

While Nadira just kept quiet while staring at the items with a pushy look.

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