Driver For The Madam
Chapter 35. The rise and fall of life

This afternoon after preparing everything. Contact anyone who wants to join us. We continued our vacation to the beach M.

On arrival, we began to book three rooms. So that people don't suspect our plans.

We're seven people. Two men and five women.

After that we immediately flocked to the beach to see the sunset.

I haven't felt this beauty for a long time.

Especially with beautiful women on the side. Wind and wave sweeps accompanied our steps. We play sea water and chase each other.

We enjoyed our beautiful nights. In the evening we mixed when the atmosphere of the inn was quiet. We exchanged rooms. Move from room one to room another.

We've been doing this for three days. Time to get back to reality.

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As always we do this job.

But, since the afternoon my feelings are not good. It feels like something is bothering. I always thought of it so as not to interfere with work later tonight.

Dendi's parents who had come home approached us in the family room.

"Den, how are you doing out of town. Everything is clean and safe, right?" ask Mr. Dendi.

"Safe sir. Everything is fine" Dendi told a lie.

I just listened without saying a word.

The three of them looked at me in wonder. Maybe I'm not usually this quiet.

"But malik why?" ask Dendi's mother.

"No pa-pa ma'am. Just Nissa's mind." Answer lies.

Yes so. All this time I did not forget about Nissa but, it does not mean that I think about it excessively.

"Tumben. I don't usually talk about Nissa." Dendi said as if she knew the direction of my mind.

"Maybe because I haven't seen Den for a long time. That's why I'm starting to miss Nissa." I answered while smiling stiffly.

The three of them were just oh ria.

Tonight we deliver the goods as usual. Hands began to break out in cold sweat. The worry is too strong. Before entering the rat road location. My stomach's churning. I can hold it until we arrive.

They started moving contraband.

I felt weak.walk away from the crowd. I went into the woods and threw up there.

There seems to be movement behind the leaves ahead.

"Wait first. Everyone is busy. But, why are there some peering behind the leaves?" I asked in my heart.

A cell phone in a pants pocket.

"Ck..astaga. You can forget to bring your phone and wallet. Intention wants to send SMS to Dendi. In front of them were people hiding." I was alone.

I started hiding and moved away from them. Maybe this is the feeling that has been bothering me.

Those people are running around and scattering in each other's direction. It turns out they've been surrounded by the law.

Behind me, too, someone followed. He was alone without a voice. I didn't lose my mind. I move when he moves. So, my voice seemed faint as a result of his movements.

He was called another officer. And I heard their conversation.

"Where is the driver? have you met?" Ask the police one.

"Yet. But he wasn't far from here. I'll look for him again sir" replied police officer two.

"There needs our help. We better get there first!" Get the police one.

"All right, sir," replied the two policemen.

They ran towards the vehicle.

I saw this opportunity. Far away I entered the forest. Run and keep running.

The darkness of the night did not dampen my steps.

Brugh....

My feet tripped over the tree roots. My head hit the ground. I hold the forehead. There's warm liquid coming out.

"blood. My forehead is bleeding." I'm in pain.

In the pain, I kept walking. I don't mind the leg that was sprained from tripping earlier. The blood on the forehead has started to dry up.

The night slowly began to disappear.

My feet are tired. Birds chirping signify dawn is starting to be seen.

My eyes are staring around.

"Flooded. I have to get there," while dragging my footsteps.

There's a small village road ahead.

There was no sign of life on the road. At least I should try.

"Huh.huh..huh." My breath was wheezing, my throat was dry, and my body was all hurting.

I kept dragging my feet nonstop.

Suddenly on the small road.

Ciiiiiittt's.

My arm hit a hard thing.

My head's twitching. My body spontaneously lay and I don't remember anything anymore.

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*Principal female POV.

(I'm sorry all the new Elisha showed up. The author talks about lamaa. Though Elisa also can't wait to appear to the surface 😁 )

Today I am the one who volunteered to go to see my adoptive mother in village w.

I usually travel between private drivers. But, it's been almost a month. My driver resigned and I have not found a suitable person to replace him.

This morning I prepared.

In the living room wheelchair, there was a man who was the same age as my late father. He could only open his eyes without being able to make a sound. His movements are slow.

I paid him a damn favor. Check out two rooms next to each other. They still sleep soundly.

"I also said the same to them. So annoying. They also never respected me as long as I was here." My inner.

I call my ART. And told him to push the wheelchair back into his room.

Right up ahead. Mr. Marjuki is mowing the lawn. He stopped when he saw me walking toward a car parked neatly in the garage.

"For Lisa's mistress" His smile was friendly.

I just nodded and returned his smile.

Only Ms. Minah and Mr. Marjuki respect me in this house.

Or maybe they had to do something like that.

I stopped by my online store for a while. This shop I grew up with great difficulty. It's not big. But, at least I won't be a parasite in Cahyono's extended family.

That family doesn't want me to live this luxurious life. Since Mr. Cipto cahyono has a stroke. I was always to blame. They think I'm the cause. I knew nothing about the disease that attacked him.

I re-applied the car to the village. Far enough from my town to live.

But, I can't help but miss my mother. Who wants to love and love me after my mother is gone.

I passed the village road. Around there are only various trees.

I opened my car window and turned off the AC.

The clean air I missed. I heard birds chirping. I enjoy the surroundings because it's quiet here. When I look back to the front. I saw a shadow and.

Ciiiiittt's.

I stepped on the brake pedal suddenly.

Bruag.

Sound of impact.

"God. What was?" My hands are shaking at the wheel.

I doubt I want to look out or not.

After a long thought and I was curious about the impact earlier. I'm getting out slowly.

I open the car door. I stepped up and saw who or what hit my car earlier.

I'm riveted. Seeing a man whose forehead was covered in dried up blood. Her clothes look shabby. He was wearing a black hoodie and long blue jeans. I slowly peeled his face. He really needs my help.

Until now he has not been awakened from his stupor.