THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 192

Gratified. That's what Jamal feels right now. Working for a very good employer, and helping himself to develop in order to have a better future, certainly should be grateful for the young village named Jamal. He never expected his decision to accept working as a driver, and to look after his master's son when he was down, delivering him on the golden opportunity given by his Master.

But, behind the gratitude created, Jamal also felt guilty for Mr. Gustavo. Indirectly, he had also damaged the trust of the Master for having slept with his master's son many times. Although at first, Jamal did so because of Selin's insistence and threats, but still, he shouldn't have enjoyed it and went further and further.

I don't know until when Jamal will be able to keep this one mistake a secret. For sure if this matter is exposed, Jamal will lose everything.

Along the way, Jamal kept thinking about this matter. Although he also focused on looking at the streets, but the thought of his mistake continued to linger in his mind.

"Mal .. are you daydreaming?" selin's soft voice resuscitated Jamal whose mind was branching in several directions.

"Hmm, why, Non?" jamal was a little stuttered. He did not even answer, but instead threw a question to Selin.

"My man asked, and asked back" Selin said, and Jamal laughed lightly.

"I'm sorry, there's something I'm thinking about, Non" Jamal replied between his almost fading laughter.

"Think of what? What about Papa's offer?" terka Selin was curious.

"Any story later, when you get home from college? It's almost there, nanggung."

"All right."

The car entered the campus parking area. As usual, Selin always peeked at Jamal's cheek, kept out of the car and walked cheerfully towards his campus.

Jamal's eyes continued to look at Selin's steps, until the woman's body disappeared. His mind again wandered in the direction that had previously rested on his mind.

If Jamal was honest with Gustavo and kept him fired, what would happen to Selin? What won't fall? Or will he be okay? Really, Jamal is in a dilemma right now. Sleep apart, Selin until sulking, continue if they separated and distant each other, what happened to Selin? For Jamal, Selin is the most important for now. Because he knows, Selin's condition is not good right now. Jamal doesn't want Selin back.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of a glass knock shocked Jamal and scattered his daydream. He turned his head and again, he had to mess with a woman who had a strange attitude. With a force, Jamal got out of his car.

"What's up, Mrs Sandra?" tanya Jamal tried to suppress the vexation on the woman.

"No," answered Jamal briefly clearly and concisely. Sandra should be ashamed, Jamal was obviously cold and would not look at her. But I don't know what's on that woman's mind? Jamal really doesn't understand.

"Oh, kirain knows," said Sandra while grinning. "Oh yes, Mal. Can I not? Know your family?"

The deg!

Jamal flabbergasted. His eyes immediately stared intently at the woman who was spreading a smile without shame.

"Why see me like that? Are you interested in me? If you're interested in saying," said Sandra increasingly literate. But Jamal remained silent despite his chest becoming rumbling.

"How, Jamal? I can, right, know your family? Rarely is there a table, the owner wants to know the family of his assistant? Let our family get closer, how?"

Jamal remained silent, but in his head he was thinking how to silence the woman's mouth. It seems free to pay respect to women who do not deserve respect.

"Can you, Jamal? I just want to be close to your family? You don't have to worry, I won't do anything with them?" Sandra continued to chatter with her roar.

"What has to go that far, just because you didn't manage to get me to bed together, ma'am?"

The deg!

Replace, Sandra is surprised to hear Jamal's question. His eyes glared in disbelief that Jamal was able to read his mind.

"Just because you want to enjoy the contents of my pants, you do everything, including disturbing my family?"

"See what you say, Jamal! I'm not as low as you're accusing me of!" hardik Sandra's.

"In fact, right? If not for the sake of filling my pants, then for what? Just for the sake of filling my pants, you do everything you can to get me to my knees in front of you, including approaching my family, my God!"

Sandra gasped more and more, she did not expect her mind path would be easy to guess the driver of her target.

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