Namoras
Udin continued to grumble

Martins Group's

Namora just arrived at her workspace. The tangled thread in his heart began to lulled. He had already gotten a picture of what he had to do to follow through while punishing the arrogant attitude of the shareholders in the company.

Namora opened the door to the balcony, then stood there staring at the highly developed city of Kemuning. He knew the development in this city could not be separated from the large share of Martins Group which was led by his father at that time.

Tok tok...

Namora's daydreams broke when she heard the door being knocked.

Namora immediately stepped into her study, sat down on a chair, then began to welcome. "Lake in!" Said.

The door of the room opened, then several figures entered the room while carrying some documents in each hand.

"CEOS. As per your message, we now come to know what instructions you want to give us?" The secretary said politely.

"Please sit!" Pinta Namora to the staff.

At the same time, Udin and Hendro had just left the Martins Group headquarters.

When they were in the elevator, Udin was not stopping nagging him so Hendro was really lectured by his best friend.

Currently, Hendro still continues to rub his neck that was strangled by Namora. He did not expect that Namora would be that aggressive.

"Is your neck still hurting?" Ask Udin. He asked without the slightest worry.

Hendro nodded as he continued to rub his neck.

"I didn't expect Namora to act like that to me. If not the son of a big Boss, I've beaten him up," grumbled Hendro.

"Hendro.., Miro. You never change a little" Udin said. He then continued. "Try humbling your heart a little. Adjust to your own abilities. You're not kapoknya right? Just two days ago you got beat up by Joe, now you're doing it again,"

"Don't talk about Joe! I'm still not done with that bule kere!" Hendro was visibly riled up when Udin mentioned about him being beaten up by Joe two days ago in the cafeteria of Indra Sakti village high school.

"You got a grudge against Joe, huh? If you dare, go there to Kuala Nipah so that your ears are cut off by Tengku Mahmud's grandfather. Let alone you, our father just peed in his pants when he met Tengku Mahmud's grandfather. Joe was his student. Your style says it's not done with Joe yet" Udin sneered dismissively. "Wherever you are, your arrogant nature never goes away. Yes, if it's with someone else. The thing is, the Namora you treat like that. Lucky you weren't beaten by him. Supposedly, as Martins Group people, we must defend him, not even conspire with people who contradict him. The brain put it in a snore," Udin once again cursed. He was really furious with Hendro's arrogant behavior and liked to look for trouble.

"I'm not against Namora. It's just that the company is in decline. I didn't say the things that brought everyone's spirits down, either,"

"My cup is not budek" said Udin, pointing to his ears. Obviously Hendro was very vocal in opposing Namora and working with others against the decision he took. Hendro did not admit it.

The two young men parted ways as they headed towards their respective cars. There their driver immediately opened the door, then left the parking area.

Now, only Namora's driver is still there. He was too lazy to get out of the car. When else would he ride in such a SuperSports car. I don't know what dream he had last night when he got a call from Ameng to become Namora's personal driver.

Suddenly his phone rang. The driver answered the call immediately.

"Sir Karim. Maybe I came home a little slow. You go home first. At nine o'clock tonight pick me up! I shower first, eat and relax the same family. I'm fine," said Namora across the street.

"Wheel?" Ask the driver.

"Take it,"

"Ah. The real one, young sir," the driver named Mr. Karim was in disbelief. How could he believe that he would come home with a Bentley SuperSports car.

"If you don't bring it home, what will you pick me up?" Ask Namora wonder. He did not know how the driver felt when he was believed to bring his car home. Where might Namora think that his car is expensive and bringing the car home can cause a large churn.

"I.., iy.., yes!" Mr. Karim stuttered. He then whistled merrily as he started the car engine. He did not know that the call was not over.

Not long after, Mr. Karim also darted with a sports car owned by Namora splitting the Kemuning city highway leading to the Permai housing, a low-end residential area located in the rice field area. It can be said that this residential area is still very kumu because most people there are farmers and laborers.

When some residents saw a super sports car entering the village road, the residents began to splash. No exception for children. They ran after the car while shouting cheerfully.

Once the car arrived to enter the yard of the house, now people in the village of Permai know that Mr. Karim was the one who drove the car.

They flocked to Mr. Karim's house with curious faces.

"Well.., Karim. Your car is the one in the television commercial" said one neighbor to him.

"Hehehe. How, good, right?" Ask Mr. Karim while grinning. He did not say that he was the driver of a young master. Because, without saying, people must know that the car is not his and surely he got a job as a driver rich people. How Mr. Karim can buy this car. In fact, buying next to his tires, Mr. Karim is not necessarily able to.

"Yes. All my life, only this time a beautiful car like this entered our village,"

"Woy. Don't get too close. If it's a blister, I won't be able to pay for the damages!" Another said he was preventing his son from getting too close to the car.

"Where do you work now, Karim?"

"Hehehe. Now I am assigned by Mr. Ameng to be the personal driver of young Mr. Habonaran. Anyway, I'm just a driver and I don't do any other tasks. If the young master comes, then I will work. If he doesn't come and there's no call, then I'm not working. My salary, stay full dong!" The answer is very proud.

"Gee. So lucky of you. Are there any vacancies?" Askthem. There was a bit of jealousy when I saw Karim get a really good job.

"I don't know. But I'll try to ask ya,"

"All right then. But, whether or not, I say thank you first,"

"Hehehe. I'll ask. But you don't expect too much" said Mr. Karim, patting his best friend on the shoulder. Then he immediately entered the house and asked his wife to provide food.

Shortly afterwards, a girl in her 20s appeared while bringing food for Mr. Karim.

Seriate...