The CEO's Beloved Caddy
For Mother's Healing

Once out of the hospital, Dara immediately stopped the taxi that happened to pass by. He blows violently while leaning his body in the back seat.

"To KGRJ yes, Mas." Said Dara telling him the destination address.

The taxi driver looked at Dara, from behind a small mirror on the upper front side.

"Work there, Mba?" Ask the driver so know Dara's destination is a famous golf place expensive.

Dara nodded her head, "Again fast, Mas. I'm almost late for this." His gusts glanced at the circular clockwork on his left wrist.

The taxi driver nodded obediently and immediately charged the gas at a moderate speed, then gradually faster.

Just a few meters walk, the taxi that Dara ride can not walk because in front looks jammed so long.

Dara rounded her net, "Then this is a late address," he muttered while thinking how to quickly get to work.

Suddenly a row of ojekers across the street raised Dara's idea. "Mas, I'll just get down here." He said while handing over the money as stated in the argo.

Dara immediately crossed several cars that were both still not moving like the taxi she was riding.

"Mas, can anterin to KGRJ not?" Ask Dara to one of the taxi drivers.

"Can, Neng. Come on, guaranteed Neng won't be late."

Seeing the uniform Dara wore, some of them immediately understood that Dara was one of the flight attendants there.

Dara feels uncomfortable because it is the center of attention, if only not stuck in traffic, Dara where might want to find a motorcycle taxi driver like that.

Wearing clothes that are not her habit makes Dara wailing, she is not confident even though she actually looks more feminine and out of her beauty aura.

Dara immediately sat in the back seat and covered the thigh with a jacket, "It's annoying to have to ride a motorcycle when wearing a dress that is less material like this." His grunts all the way.

The motorcycle taxi driver took Dara through a shortcut, which was known only to a few people and KGRJ customers only.

Tiin!!!

While the taxi Dara was riding was avoiding a puddle of water, suddenly a car passed next to them at high speed.

The puddle water automatically splashed to Dara and the ojek maker. "Bahhh! Fuck that?" Complain Dara with a grunt. Although only exposed a little, still his white work clothes became stained.

Seeing the car that had passed stopped, made Dara go down and approach the car.

"What's up, Dam?" Ask someone in the back seat. He was focused on his car, so he did not know what had happened, until the driver stopped the car.

"Sorry sir, accidentally passed through a puddle of water and hit an ojek with the passengers."

"Ooh kirain whatan, yeah let's go again. I'm almost too late!"

Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!

Just now the driver was about to step on the gas and drove back, suddenly someone knocked on the car glass so hard. It certainly made the driver and his master look surprised.

The driver rolled down the windshield, "What's up, Neng?"

"What's wrong? You don't see my work uniform getting dirty from splashing water?" Dara asked grumbling while showing the back of her dirty clothes.

"What is the price of your uniform? Let me change! Don't waste my time on such unimportant things." Tapping someone sitting in the passenger seat.

Sontak Dara turned to look at the handsome man, but was not in tune with his arrogant speech.

Dara said, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not seeking compensation. I just remind to be careful if driving, pay attention to other road users as well. Not everyone rides a fancy car like you."

"Didn't you remind her?" Ask the man wearing the white t-shirt. "Come, Dan. We don't have much time to deal with a weird woman like her." Then give the word to the driver.

"Good, Sir."

Dara was wide-eyed because she was considered a strange woman by the arrogant rich man, had just opened her mouth again to protest, suddenly the car glass back closed and the car immediately drove away leaving her who was still upset.

"Damnah! Proud to be a person? I swear your life is about just knowing the taste!" Omel Dara stomps his feet on the road.

The motorcycle taxi driver Dara was on approached, "Come, Neng. He said it's late?"

Dara patted the jidat, because of serving the arrogant he forgot that he was almost too late. He immediately went back up and asked brother ojek to go fast.

Lucky Dara arrived at KGRJ on time, he immediately went in and met Robert the boss and the father of his best friend.

"Hi, it's Dara isn't it?" Welcome Robert who happened to be talking to one of the clients. Dara smiled and nodded her head. "Well, you're getting pretty."

"Ah, Robert could." Dara then reached out to shake hands with the person she considered to be the father figure when High School first. "Om healthy?"

"Yes, as you can see," Robert pressed his shoulders, then chuckled.

"This caddy here, Bert? How, I just saw?" It was a client who was talking to Shyna's father.

Robert who was cool with greeting Dara then turned to look, "Oh, yes. He's new."

The client nodded in understanding, "Yes I've served him later," his net flickered flirtatiously to Dara. It made Dara feel uncomfortable.

"Well, I'm so sorry, Mr. Alex. I've made a schedule for the caddies, Dara I'll be assigned to serve Mr. Kendrick Mahanta."

Looking disappointed in the face of the client named Alex, Robert also resigned to his client to show where Dara gathered with fellow caddy.

"Om, Mr. Kendrick Mahanta is a famous businessman, right?" Ask Dara in the middle of the journey, seeing Robert nod makes Dara more nervous. "I'm new, why not a professional caddy?"

Honestly, Dara felt it was inappropriate to serve a big boss who was famous all over the world. Dara is afraid to make mistakes and make Robert's golf club in trouble.

"You take it easy, Dara. Mr. Kendrick is good. It just so happens that the caddy that used to serve Mr. Kendrick has resigned, so you're the one instead."

Robert says that Kendrick Mahanta doesn't like to switch caddies, so if you've appointed one yes one. Kendrick also does not want to be replaced with another caddy, except for new people.

Dara sighed, this is a job demand. Want not to, yes Dara must want to. Dara had not had time to meet with her coworkers, the client she would serve had arrived.

"There he is" Robert said, pointing to someone wearing a white t-shirt.

Dara was wide-eyed as Robert's appointee got closer. "Him? Mr Kendrick?"

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