Driver For The Madam
Chapter 73. Meet with Evans Anderson

*Malik POV's.

I was waiting for Elisha in the waiting room to receive a phone call from my mother in the village.

He's very excited. Too clear from his tone of voice.

Our hoses share the news of each. Mom switched to a video call.

I saw my mother in a luxurious house. I wonder where my mom is. He pointed the camera at a park in front of the house.

What a sight I envy.

The man was joking with my son. Annissa was so excited and cheerful. A smile could not be separated from her tiny lips.

I miss you, my son Annissa.

There's a girl I know playing with that guy and Annissa.

"Wait a minute, that's Fatma! Fatma was playing with my son and the man" I murmured softly.

I was still pointing the camera at the three of them. He did not hear the murmur. After being seen by the silent camera phone, I finally made a sound.

"Where is your mom?" I was curious.

"Mother's at Evans' house." Answer mama sumringah.

"Evan? who's that ma'am?" kernysitku.

"He's the doctor son, the doctor who handled Fatma first in the accident!" bright mom.

"Doctor?" I'm trying to remember, but still I can't remember that doctor.

"You must have forgotten! it's only once you've met Evans!" obviously mother.

"True mom! Malik tries to remember but doesn't remember!" sahutku.

"His relationship with Fatma what is it? they're so happy." Continue me again.

"They've only been dating for 2 weeks! I was happy to see Fatma smiling as widely as she is now." Mother said sincerely.

He used to think of Fatma as his own son. The presence of Fatma at home has always been a longing medicine when sister IPah and Amah far away wander with their families.

"Alhamdulillah ma'am, Malik was glad to hear that. So, Malik doesn't feel guilty again every time he sees Fatma that Malik already thinks like his own sister." I said a sigh of relief.

"Yes, especially my mom. It's like having a baby girl." Mom was so enthusiastic.

"Evans is a good boy. She also never gave up when she approached Fatma, I knew that." My mother again.

"Mom, Malik wants to talk to Nissa. Malik kangen!" whinek.

"Yes! I'm calling Nissa!" I walked closer to the three of them.

"Nissa baby! that's dad!" the voice of my mother called out to Nissa.

"Aante, dad!" the voice of Nissa.

Annissa came running towards the camera.

We talked about her daily activities. Fatma was also interested in chatting with me. He introduced Evans to me directly. From the look on Evans' face, happiness is obvious. Let's just hope he really sincerely loves Fatma and will never hurt her.

I ended my conversation with the three of them.

Looking at them, the burden of my mind lessened. I am so happy to see my family happy.

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Luxury House Cahyono.

*Marshella POV's.

I who got off the car immediately followed Mj in front of me.

Breakfast together in the morning makes me excited to go to campus later in the afternoon.

I changed my expression.

Aunt Sandra leisurely sat down while holding the teacup in her hand. He saw me from there.

In front of the terrace another woman saw me. He's waiting for Mj. The guy looks really upset.

I was the one who was tailing behind Mj.

Finally changed course. I'd better take Aunt Sandra's heart. He's more dangerous than he looks.

"Morning Aunt! not having breakfast yet?" ask pleasantries.

I pulled up a chair in front of Aunt Sandra and sat down with a tender.

"Udah. Where to go early in the morning? show up with the village driver again!" my aunt is upset.

"Shella just happened to meet on the same street as Mj. So, Shella, you guys, tant!" say lying.

"What really? elo not boong, right?" ask aunt Sandra to make sure.

"Not a pretty but tacky aunt." My leg immediately moved and ran into the house leaving aunt Sandra alone.

"Heh, bad boy! here lo! s*lan I'm called tacky." Strangulated me.

I heard his voice from inside the house.

"Ha.ha. After 3 months in Singapore, it's still tacky!" I chuckle amusedly.

I enter my room. I'll get my expensive Android phone. A lot of notifications went into my social media accounts.

"This crazy mah! I am not a selebgram. Why are so many people following me on social media?" kernitku wonder.

I saw a glimpse of who they were. There are many accounts of people I don't know. I ignored it too.

"Ah, why also confirm people who do not know. It could be a stalker on my account later!" my thinking.

I ignored my social media.

Now I'm more focused on my college that just entered this month. Moreover, I have to try to take over the company papa Cipto the only one.

Geck, tok, tok.

The door to my room was pushed out loud from the outside.

"Who?" my peek.

"Gue Shell! catfy open the door!" aunt Sandra's voice sounded.

"No, why is he here!" I muttered alone.

"Tante what to do? sorry Shella tant!" peekikku again.

I still haven't opened my locked door.

"Open job Shel, auntie wants to talk to you!" aunt Sandra is still in awe.

"It's my fate that my nutmeg will be the same as Aunt Shella!" I looked up while getting out of bed.

Click, Ceklek.

The door opened wide. Aunt Sandra went straight in and lay down on my bed.

His face was nothing like this morning.

"Why is auntie doing this?" kernitku wonder.

"Gue wants to talk to you about your aunt's ex-boyfriend!" moody sahut.

The look on this face, it's been a long time since I've seen Aunt Sandra as upset as I am now.

It turns out that a fierce and Arrogant person like Aunt Sandra can show sadness on the look of her face.

"What's with Rexy? haven't you guys broken up for a long time?" my many.

I'm approaching aunt. Hugged my beloved doll and sat nearby.

"That's Shel. But, I met him again when I was going to lunch a few days ago." The answer.

"Can't we tant? does Auntie make a deal with Rexy? how can I meet you there anyway?" manya curious.

"Gue didn't promise to know. I want to eat, and then I go to my favorite restaurant as usual. Uh even called Rexy. It turns out he's at the same restaurant." Obviously aunt at length.

"Wauw, what a great coincidence. Don't-don't aunty Sandra match with om Rexy!" I chuckle at my tantalizing.

"Oh yeah, I like to say it!" tanteku.

Tulalite, tulalite, tulalite.

Aunt Sandra's phone rang, she saw the name on the screen. His forehead is crinkled,

between answering or not.

Finally, he decided to answer the call.

"Hello, who is this?" aunt Sandra without further ado.

The voice at the end of there sounded so slow and faint

"So, this is you.....?" his screeches.

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* Happy reading. Happy fasting for those who practice it.