Namoras
Young soul of Karim sir

Bentley Continental GT drove smoothly leaving Kemuning City towards Batu city.

The vehicle was not running too fast. While Mr. Karim seems to be deliberately driving slowly so that Namora can rest his body.

Not much chatter happens because Namora is always indifferent and prefers silence.

"Young master. Are you sitting in High School?" Ask Mr. Karim just broke the silence.

"Yes. It's only second grade," replied Namora lazily.

"Oh so?" Murmur Mr. Karim while mangosteen. "To my knowledge, SMA in the city of Kemuning is no less good than SMA in other districts. Even the school in Kemuning town is much better and very elite,"

Namora knows the direction of Mr. Karim's words. Perhaps he was wondering why Namora chose a school in the stone city, while his company was in the city of Kemuning. Wouldn't it be very tiring to go home every day for the sake of education and work simultaneously. If he went to school in the city of Kemuning, of course he could save everything.

"Mother asked me to continue my school in the stone city. As a child, what else can I do other than obey him" Namora replied.

Once again Mr. Karim mangosteen. Yes, as a child, of course, must obey the commands of parents while it does not contradict the commands of God. In fact, Mr. Karim also did not expect behind Namora's rigid nature, he turned out to be very obedient.

"Sir Karim does he still have children who are still in school?" Ask Namora suddenly.

Mr. Karim glanced at Namora, then shook his head. "I have no children, young master. I take care of a pair of nephews. But, a while ago, one of my nieces passed away,"

"Oh. I'm sorry sir," Namora said in a regretful tone.

"It's okay. Now things are very difficult. My nephew's death was a huge loss for the family. We are usually the backbone of the family. With the help of the other shoulder, the burden on my shoulder felt lighter. But now everything has to be my burden. Luckily, I was able to get a job as a driver. It is good to meet the needs of the family. Well.., just eat!" Said Mr. Karim while smiling wryly.

"Instead, besides the driver, what else is your expertise?" Tanya Namora sympathizes. He wanted to find out what else this old man had mastered. Maybe he can make it one of the staff at Martins Group. According to him, Mr. Karim is an honest man. He puts honest people first than smart people in his company.

"Nothing, young master. I have been a driver since I was single. In fact, it used to be called by the children of the rich in my era to become a racer draw. They'll bet for me,"

"Gee. That's terrific. Win?" Ask Namora enthusiastically. He immediately straightened his back and began to focus on gazing towards the road. For him, he was very interested in hearing what was said by Mr. Karim. Once he learned to drive. It would be very funny when he had a driving license, but his driving skills could make the fence collapsed.

"Sometimes yes win, sometimes yes cry," replied Mr. Karim unpretentious. However, somehow he felt that someone was following them. Even since leaving the city of Kemuning.

Repeatedly Mr. Karim looked in the rearview mirror, and he kept seeing three or four cars following them behind. In fact, when he took a shortcut, turned and deliberately looked for another way, the car behind them still followed.

"What's up, sir?" Tanya Namora noticed a change in expression on Mr. Karim's face.

"Something seems to be deliberately trailing us, young master," replied Mr. Karim. Again he glanced towards the rearview mirror. But he tried to stay calm. Perhaps this was the experience he had gone through during his youth.

"It's not like it, sir. We have been trailed since then" Namora said. This kind of calm is not at all shared by young people who are the same age as him. This inevitably makes Mr. Karim have to admire this child.

"Then, what should we do, young master?" Ask Mr. Karim for an opinion.

"Young master. Fasten your seat belts!" Said Mr. Karim. He understood Namora's words just now. This says indirectly that he must be reckless again at his old age. And he laughed inwardly remembering that he should be the version of himself that he used to be.

Bru...!

Mr. Karim drove the gear, then stepped on the accelerator so that the car jumped mad like a drunk horse amethyst.

Seeing the car trailed by them streaking at high speed, the car behind immediately increased the speed so that the chase action occurred. But, it seems like they forgot that what kind of car they were tailing.

Mr. Karim is very good at controlling these vehicles. Even at high speed, but its stability deserves a thumbs up.

After accelerating at a few corners, now the stalker was completely left behind and continued to chase desperately.

Every now and then, Mr. Karim glanced at Namora who seemed to care nothing at all. Never fear, not excited.

"Truly Robot," said Mr. Karim in heart.

The car continued to accelerate at a speed that was difficult to follow with an eye gaze. In fact, not once twice did the car sped off and flew past sleeping policemen.

Three hours, translucent with just one hour and twenty minutes. And Mr. Karim has proven that his speech is not a mere figment.

"They were wrong in choosing the opponent. When I go back to crazy mode, let alone the car they drive, even Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porsche or whatever it is, I'll take it!" Mr. Karim said he was proud. But true. He deserves to be proud, because it proves that he is capable.

"Great. I like it," praise Namora sincerely.

"Do you like the way I drive?" Ask Mr. Karim. Woe then. He tried not to go back to the way he used to. What's more, he's not young anymore. In the days ahead, he will always be Namora's driver. If such continued his way of driving, it was likely that he would become an old, young-spirited Bangka again.

"Sir. Can you teach me how to drive?" Namora asked enthusiastically.

"Are you still driving?" Ask Mr. Karim astonished. He may believe a rich kid has his own car, but he can't drive.

"Yes. I can actually sir. But my driving skills are only limited to knocking down people's fences" Namora replied as she was.

Mr. Karim almost choked on hearing the innocent answer from this robot. But he held a funny feeling in his heart. She was worried Namora would be angry or embarrassed. He could be fired.

"All right, young master. I will specifically teach you to drive properly. Where are we going now?" Ask Mr. Karim. Because soon they will arrive at the traffic light and he does not know where to go next.

"Red light, turn left. We're going to my apartment. You better not go home. You can sleep in my apartment. After school tomorrow, we'll go back to Kemuning,"

"Ready, young master!" Then Mr. Karim turned on the left turn light, and continued to dart towards the Batu hill apartment.

Seriate...