The Rich Widow

New Motor

"Who's that guy? Very handsome. Your new boyfriend, huh?" ask one of Mrs Ira's friends.

"What do you think, handsome, right?"

"Great-looking. Much better than your old girlfriend. By the way, he's a paid guy again?" asked the woman while whispering softly to Madame Ira.

Madam Ira laughed softly at the speech of her best friend. "Actually it's not. For now, he is still my personal driver. But I'm sure someday I will be able to win her heart" said Mrs Ira with a big smile.

"Spirit, Ra! But this time do not let you fool again the same as before. It's been out a lot of money, uh she's even playing girls behind you."

"You take it easy, this time I won't be as stupid as I used to be."

Madam Ira smiled again as she glanced at Arman waiting for her in the car. He waved his hand at Arman and was immediately replied by the man.

After being satisfied talking with his best friend and loyal customer, Mrs Ira also immediately farewell and returned to her car.

"Where are we going now, ma'am?" ask Arman who is now refocusing on his wheel.

"To my salon subscription. I want a full body spa, because I haven't done it in a long time. Understandably, people are busy." Madam Ira laughed softly and was followed by Arman.

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It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming. Now it's time for Arman to ask permission to go home to Mrs Ira.

"Remember, Arman. Make sure your phone is always active 24 hours. I don't want any reason if I need you, okay?" Again, Mrs Ira reminded Arman of that.

"Yes, Madam."

"Oh yeah, I have a surprise for you." Madam Ira grabbed Arman's hand and took him somewhere.

Arman was surprised, but he did not dare to shake the hand of Mrs Ira who was now holding her hand. He was forced to follow wherever Lady Ira led him.

Arriving in the backyard, Mrs Ira stopped her steps. He stopped right in front of a new motor that was still wrapped in plastic. He turned around and looked at Arman with a smile.

"Taaaa! What say?" Madam Ira pointed towards the new bike.

Arman's confused. However, he did not think anything about the new bike.

"That's great, Madam. But, can Madam drive it?" ask Arman back while paying attention to the latest motor output.

Madam Ira laughed softly. "Oh my goodness, Arman. I didn't buy this bike for me. But for you! Let's get you easy back and forth here" he said.

"Make me?" Arman rounded his eyes.

"Yes, that bike is for you, Arman!" Madam Ira stroked the soft shoulder of Arman who was still glued with bulging eyes.

"But .. This is too much, Madam. People will be confused to see me suddenly have a new bike. Not only people, my wife will be confused to see it" Arman said.

"It's okay, Arman. Consider it a gift from me. A gift because you have worked well" replied the woman.

"But, Madam ...." Arman still wants to refuse, but Mrs Ira continues to force and give the key to the new bike into the hands of Arman.

"Already! It is not good to refuse windfall. Now take this key and go home."

Madam Ira approached Arman then stood beside the man at a very close distance.

"Don't forget, once in a while take me on the road with this bike, yeah!" he whispered beside Arman's ear.

"Of course, Madam! Of course," said Arman so softly.

"Good then. Now go home, Arman. Give your wife a surprise."

"Yes, Madam. Thank you very much!"

Arman said goodbye and immediately went home with the new motorbike. Upon arrival in the front yard of the house, Arman pressed the motorcycle horn and managed to surprise Nadira and her daughter.

Nadira and Amara rush out to find out who just sounded the horn. He and his daughter were surprised to see Arman sitting on a new bike smiling at them and honking once more.

"How's Dad's new bike? Good, right?" ask her with a clean face.

"Good!" Amara immediately rushed to Arman and sat on the new bike.

"Whose motor is this, Mas?" nadira asked as she approached Arman with a confused face.

"This motor belongs to Mrs Ira. He purposely gave it to me so that I could easily go back and forth to his house" said Arman enthusiastically.

Instead of being happy to hear the news, Nadira was even more afraid and suspicious. "Mas, isn't this an exaggeration? I just worked there. Another case if Mas has worked for decades, naturally he is so good and attention to Mas."

Arman smiled and patted Nadira on the shoulder. "You're not surprised, Nadira. Mrs Ira was really nice and everyone knew about it. If you don't believe it, you can ask one of the workers there" replied Arman, trying to convince Nadira.

Nadira was forced to nod when she was still doubtful about the attitude of Mrs Ira who was so good to her husband. Not to mention the status of Mrs Ira who turned out to be a widow. It made Nadira even more unsettled.

Days changed weeks and it did not feel like a month that Arman worked with Mrs Ira. The woman's attitude is getting better at him and makes Arman so comfortable working with the woman. Not to mention the salary and bonuses he got, making Arman not willing to look for work elsewhere.

Today Arman earned his first salary with Mrs Ira and he is very happy. "Thank you very much, Madam. I don't know what else to say" Arman said.

"You deserve it, Arman. Because you are working so well," replied Mrs Ira with a warm smile.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Tonight I have an appointment with my friends. I want you to take me there and wait for me until the show is over" the woman continued without further ado.

Arman was silent for a moment. Though at that time he wanted to leave home and give his first salary to Dira. However, he remembered his promise to the woman. That he will be on standby 24 hours if Mrs Ira needs him.

By force, Arman nodded and agreed to the request of his employer. "Okay, Madam."

Madam Ira smiled with satisfaction. "good. Now follow me" he said, leading Arman through his magnificent home.

Arman complied and followed in the footsteps of Mrs Ira who led her. Room after room he passed and upon awakening, it turned out that Madam Ira invited him into the main room. The room belonged to that woman.

"W-what should I do, ma'am?" asked Arman who was now stepping hesitantly.

"It has. Just follow me and don't ask too many questions" the woman said with a spoiled smile.

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