Driver For The Madam
Chapter 6. Contrition

Rosyanti POV.

I breathe slowly, I spread it

my gaze around. This village

never changed. The road is still

same. Still dusty and uneven.

My steps started to carry bags

a rather large back. Journey

it takes time here that is not

a tad.

I'm looking for that man, that man

made me leave Malik's

and my kid.

For her sake, I did a

a great sin, a sin that may be

God cannot forgive him.

I've been leaving for almost 2 years

family in this village.

I don't mind their words

counseled me first. I'm already blind. Yes ...blind, blind because of obvious sin

plastered real.

Because of my status of being married and having children even left them. Go with another man I love.

It's not that I don't love Malik.

Maybe my love changed. With presence

Annisa my son, she's paying more attention

and love that little baby more

than me.

I don't know what I felt at the time. My heart was hurt as if I lacked the attention of Malik.

My husband loves and gives

his attention to his own son was not

someone else.

My first meeting with the man was accidental. We met at a food stall.

Nanik introduced me to her. Him

said the guy was his underclassman a long time ago

at school.

At first I was mediocre with men

that, there's no special feeling. Our

they met again accidentally.

At that time, I was shopping at the afternoon market

near the village square. I searched

the wallet fell down somewhere.

Tired of looking, he came like a hero.

He handed me a wallet. I didn't

thought he was here.

"Your wallet didn't fall Ros, the market thugs played it," pointing at the wallet.

"Friends? but I was not in anything

just like them, why do they have

my wallet?" I wonder.

"Ha.ha.. You were pickpocketed, though,

but not realising," he said while

little laugh.

"Basic thugs. Female nyopet

thankfully there are you. Wallet and its contents

congratulations without any less. Thanks yeah,"

timpalku while checking the contents of the wallet.

"Look easy, not fellow human beings

gotta help each other?" keringnya to me.

"Oh yeah, why do you know this

my wallet, you are still

same them?," I asked origin.

"Ngawur.ya. I passed by

next to them and accidentally

heard they got bait

and pointed to a woman.

I saw the woman he appointed. Uh I saw

you, I think you're kayaking too

people are looking for something. Sure

your wallet's tied to a thug

the village," obviously at length.

"Mc.ck...You are also pinter, you can think

that way," I was amazed.

"Yes already. I still have business. Next time

see you again! keep my number down!," she

gave me a business card.

I looked at him until he was invisible.

There's a rustling feeling, but I still don't know

what it feels like.

And I just started calling her

with a short and written message. Longtime

eventually we became entangled by our feelings

and we ignored some comments

family and people who know us.

We started to meet often without

knowledge of others. With her

I could get more attention than

I'm with Malik.

Our relationship continues. Even to the extent

now it's. Yes, even though he has changed.

More rude and start yelling.

In fact, when I married Mas Malik, my husband never did

rough me.

His work in the city began to falter. Him

dismissed by the company as a result

own negligence. He's more frequent

I've been using harsh words ever since

it was, as if I were his impingement.

......................

And now. Here I am, place

where to begin all my sins. I

I had to go back to this village.

At least he doesn't have to take it out

money for a place to stay.

Lucky him

I still have friends who care about him.

At the Kadir mas workshop he started

her job. He is Andi,

people know him by

aan's calling.

Even though he worked, but temprament

bad doesn't change, he comes out often

with his friends and he doesn't know the time.

I married her religiously, though,

I used to not care if the marriage was legal or

not because I still have it

status of the wife of the person and mas Andi know will

that thing.

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blue this afternoon, I just arrived at the village

here, I didn't tell Andi that

I'll visit him at the workshop.

How else, I don't remember

the road to his house in the village next door,

the only way I have to go to him

go straight to the shop and come home later

with her.

On the side of the village road, I sighed

every time I remember all the mistakes

I do, regret will

always late.

I'm starting to miss

will be Malik and Annisa my son. Now

he must have grown up, he must have been agile and

active everywhere.

"I'm sorry I left you, son," I said alone.

The streets this afternoon were quiet and deserted,

usually a lot of vehicles and people

the village that passed by changed but

not at this moment.

There is a sound of a motor engine.

"Thank God I'm not alone on this road",

my thinking.

I started to get excited.

I saw the driver of the motorbike, a man.

But I seem to know that guy.

From behind our rearview mirror

stared for a moment.

Deg.......

He....Malik, the man I

leave it for another man.

Directly express my sight

side way.

I think Malik noticed it too. Him

I realized I was a strong woman

leave it, go back to this village.

The motor is moving slowly for more

make sure it's me or not.

After that he immediately jumped

bututut motor.

"It's been 2 years. But your bike is still the same

mas, butut motorbike that always accompany

we walked during the courtship first even

when I got married," I was alone.

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I saw it from far away in the middle Andi

busy with his work. Increasingly

close to the sight of mas Kadir the owner of the workshop

get out of a room.

I approached him and shook hands with him.

"Kadir, how are you? long time no see,"

while releasing my hands.

"Alhamdulillah good. You.

can here? what's the matter Ros?,"

he was surprised to see me here.

"Oh.that's.I.me.

Aan mas," I replied.

"Aan..?? who's Aan?" he's confused.

"That's the man!," pointed me at the mas

Andi approached us.

"Andi?... so you're the same Andi.....?," without

continue the question, Kadir

as if I understood what I meant here.

"Well, you're here, Ti? wasn't I

tell me not to go back to this village?

especially if you get to this place,

let's go home!." Mas Andi is interesting

my arms are rough.

"I'm sorry about Kadir, I said goodbye

just a second, want to nganterin Yanti go home mas,"

mas Andi felt bad for his master.

"Yes.iya.lagian Imran has come.

While your job stay a while.

You go home first," Kadir seems to be

know our situation.

"Thank you for understanding. We're saying goodbye, though,

Assalamualaikum," said Andi mas

dragging my arm.

"Waalaikumsalam" Kadir replied

looking at us with a look

freaky.

We stepped out of the workshop. Before

start the journey home. He's saying

like cornering me.

"You did ti. Go back to this village.

Do you have no shame? your face is you

look the same to the people you

leave it,"

"I'm just here looking for you.

It has nothing to do with anyone in

my past. I forgot the way back to

your house is in the village next door.

That's why I'm here."

"You can ride an ojek!, too

I have to go to Kadir's place,"

totally sebal.

"I'm sorry, but my money isn't enough

ojek fare, that's why I'm stuck here."

My rebut.

"Yes already. Hurry up! my job is still

a lot of. Until home don't think you

can go anywhere. Remember that!," threatened me

Andi.

I just nodded in agreement

his speech. I took the helmet on

sodorkan.

We also went home to the next village.

A house that has not been occupied for a long time.

My heart seemed to hear the words

mas Andi just now. I can't

everywhere. I am not an animal

pets that must stay in their cages.

I breathe and exhale it

slowly. Hoping for a rough nature mas Andi slowly faded.