Driver For The Madam
Chapter 48. Fatma's search found a bright spot.

Elisa and I walked around the Mall. Just a cell phone. But, somehow I don't need that expensive. Elisha always persuaded me to accept that expensive phone. I tried to avoid her at all costs so that Elisha would not force me.

"I decided to buy what type of phone. I don't need an expensive phone like that." Reject me.

"Don't worry! this is half the price let me pay." Elisha Excited.

"I know that. Therefore, I do not want to. Too often I've been bought something by you!" reject me again.

Elisha's face turned gloomy. I'm still with my decision. I don't want to be labeled as a man who doesn't know himself.

"Alright mas. Quickly choose which one! I'm going with you!" he finally gave up.

I researched this transparent storefront. Look for a simple, full-featured type of phone.

My choice fell on a metallic black phone on the left end. The price offered is also reasonable.

"This is all. Good as well!" point me.

"Well, this one's 1, brother!" elisa told the employee.

After everything is done. We left this big mall. The feet are swollen and painful. The streets of the Mall are exhausting. Women are second to none when they are in the Mall. Choosing and sorting favorite items without feeling tired.

Today was so exhausting. Feet tingling because of looking for an android phone.

Elisa was still excited. I wonder what that woman's legs are made of. Can be at home if you have been shopping in the Mall.

We got in the car. Suddenly Elisha gave me a big shopping bag.

"What'sthis? why are you giving me something else?" I cringed in wonder.

"Take it! maybe someday you'll need it for a formal event." Sodorize me.

Formal event? what does that mean?

I peeked at this big bag. Like a CEO man's office suit.

I just kept it and didn't look it any further.

"Thank you for the gift of Elisha." My smile has developed for me.

"Look easy! someday you can use it!" Speaks excited.

I just nodded my head.

I re-applied this car to the luxurious house of Mr. Cipto Cahyono.

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*Marshella POV's.

I blinked my eyes many times. The afternoon is approaching. Soon night will come. I yawned for a while and sat down.

"Sleeping this afternoon was a lot. I'm gone." My smile is perfect.

"Silvia must have been looking for me. I have to shower and change clothes. And will follow him in his room." I muttered as I headed for the bathroom in this room.

I cleaned my body for almost half an hour. It feels fresh and makes my skin healthier.

All my Soreku rituals are done.

I came out of the room and called Minah.

"Bikkkp. Masakin me yes! put food in Silvia's room. We'll have dinner in Silvia's room later!" tell me.

Bi Minah was moved to face me. He nodded his head and went into the kitchen again.

Geck, tok, tok.

I knocked on Silvia's room. Looks like he's still sleeping. There was no sound in his room.

Clack.......

My door opens. And in there, empty. There's no one.

"Weehhhh, where the hell is this kid? it's also at this hour." Peculanku.

I went back out of Silvia's room and went back into my room again.

I picked up the phone that was fully charged.

Turn on my expensive phone.

Expensive? iyalah ..The firstborn of Cipto Cahyono. Don't be on the same page.

(Eh Marshella. Later Author drown your character if arrogant bin riya'😷😷. Sorry Marshella showed off. That's how he is, don't show off not living 🤐🤐)

There were some missed calls after I turned on my phone.

"This kid where the hell. Call me 10 times." I looked at the screen that read Silvia's name.

Tut.

The voice across is still not connected.

"My already. On the phone it's not active. He called me who wasn't active." My murmur.

I thought of something forgotten.

"Ah yes, the account name that looks for the existence of om Mj. Who yeah? oh, I forgot again." I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

I tried to reopen my social media account. I searched for that account again.

Suddenly my net was drawn to a reading on the screen. There, in the forum for buying and selling S city L there are those who share search posts for missing people.

I soared with excitement.

"Yes, here you go. Many have shared this post. So, I can see it again on my social media homepage.

I recorded the phone number that was plastered there. Fatma Wiguna, a woman looking for the whereabouts of om Mj.

"But wait a minute. He said he was divorced from his wife. Who is this?" I muttered, asking alone.

Question after question flashed and raged in my head.

"Let's go, as long as Mj's happy. He was very much like his family in the village." My smile's carefree.

I called the number without thinking about the risk.

The phone rang across the street.

"Hello, good night. Who is this?" voice across.

"I saw your post on social media. You're looking for my Mj, aren't you?" answer me without further ado.

"Om Mj's? you mean Malik jayadi? do you really know where he is now?" ask Fatma.

From his voice he looks excited.

"Yes, Mj said his name was Malik Jayadi. Who are you, then? how can I find my Mj?" manya suspect.

"I am a friend of Malik. His mother was worried and always sad that Malik had no news at all almost 2 months." Light Fatma.

"Oh so yeah. Give me his mom's cell phone number om Mj! let me contact you later!" seruku relax.

"But is it true that what is with you is Malik? please don't play us!" yells.

"One hundred percent sure it's Mj. But, he wasn't skinny rich in that photo. Now om Mj already filled and more cute." Original light.

"alright. I will transfer the gift for you! leave your account number!" yells.

"Gue doesn't need that money. My pocket money is ten times bigger than the money you offer!" my annoyance.

"Let me give her mom's cell phone number to Mj. That's enough, nothing more!" my door.

"Ehm, fine if it's like that. I'll send you the number." Said doubtful.

I disconnected the phone. There was a message coming in and I opened the message.

"Mj's mother's name is Sumiyati. Hahaha, you little hick. It's a weird name." My ejek.

Later that night I can call him and tell Mj tomorrow morning. He must have been very happy. Om Mj I love you so much.

For a moment I forgot about Silvia whom I could not yet contact.

The night had gone and my stomach was asking to be filled.

"I forgot that I told Minah to take her food to Silvia's room!" patting the seat and leaving the room.

This room is still empty.

"Tell this kid when you get home late! I'm outraged later!" grumbling irritated.

On the little corner table. The dish is served with a plastic Wrap cover. Worms in the stomach start clashing to be filled.

"I ate it first. Silvia is not home yet. It could be too bad to wait for him." I muttered alone.

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The java island there. Fatma informs him that someone has given him the news that Malik is still alive. Sumiyati was excited and moved when she received good news from Fatma. Clear circles wet his wrinkled face. Her hopes have always turned out to be true.

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