Chapter 2- Old Job But New Atmosphere
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At 7:15 a.m., Yuda arrived in front of a large two-story house, with a high fence in front of it.
The security guard at the guard post approached him.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, who are you looking for?" said the security guard. His name was Sukarno, as written on his shirt.
"I am looking for Mr. Yamata, I come here under Mr. Handoyo's order," Yuda replied politely.
"What is your name?"
"Yuda, Yuda Steffano William," Yuda replied. The guard frowned. He stared at Yuda's dark blue eyes. The same eyes color that Yuda's late father had, who still had German ancestry.
"Can I see your ID card?"
"Oh yes, you can, wait a moment." Yuda took out his ID card from his wallet which he took from under his motorcycle seat.
The security guard checked his ID card.
The ID card was handed back to Yuda. The security guard opened the small gate near the guard post. Yuda could enter through it with his motorbike.
"Wait here, I'll tell the people inside first."
"Yes, sir."
Sukaryo could be heard talking to someone on the telephone.
Then...
"Ebon, guard the post for a bit, I want to take Yuda inside!" Sukaryo told his fellow security guard who was watching programs on television.
"Okay, Boss," said the man who was called Ebon.
"Come on, Yuda, I'll take you inside."
"Thank you, sir."
"Are you Caucasians? Your eyes are blue," Sukaryo asked him.
"Yes, my late father still had a German ancestry."
"How come a foreigner like you can be a driver?"
Yuda smiled, the same question people often ask him. Maybe people think, all foreigners were definitely rich people.
"My father is just a farmer, sir, not a rich foreigner."
"How come?"
"We live in the small village."
"Ooh, come in." Karyo invited Yuda to enter the house when the door was opened by a woman in a black uniform from inside.
"Sumi, this is Yuda. Take him to Mr. Boss, okay?" said Karyo to a woman whose age was estimated to be around 30 years old.
"Yes, sir," said Sumi. "Come on, Yuda, I'll take you to Mr. Yamata's room."
"Thanks, Ma’am." Yuda followed Suri's steps.
They stopped in front of a very sturdy wooden door. Sumi knocked on the door slowly.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Come in." Sumi opened the door slowly.
"I'm taking Yuda, sir."
"Okay, tell Yuki that I call her."
"Yes, sir." Sumi nodded her head.
Mr. Yamata stood up from his seat.
"Good morning, Sir." Yuda nodded his head politely.
"Good morning, Yuda, please sit down." Mr. Yamata pointed to the sofa in the room.
Yuda sat down, feeling a little tense, he was sure that the sofa he was sitting on was definitely more expensive than the price of his automatic motorbike.
"Has Handoyo said what your job is?" asked Mr. Yamata with his very thick Japanese accent.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. And then, did he mention how much you get paid?"
"No sir, Mr. Handoyo just said, my salary here is bigger than my salary at the office."
"Yes, that's right. Your salary 50% more than your salary at the office," said Mr. Yamata. Yuda nodded his head, his heart was happy.
'Alhamdulillah, O Allah, thanks to my wife's prayer, my mother's prayer, my brother's prayer, and the prayers of my two orphaned nieces. I know this is their sustenance that you give through my hands. Thank you, dear Allah.'
"Your first task is to take my granddaughter to school. Not only deliver, but you have to wait for her to finish school. Second, you have to take her anywhere she likes, you also have to take good care of her. I'm sure you can because based on reports, you are pretty good to do silat, the local martial arts. That's all your job, your working hours are the same as office hours. If you work overtime, you will get overtime pay. Do you understand, Yuda?"
"Yes, Sir." Yuda nodded his head.
The door opened, Yuda and Mr. Yamata looked towards the door.
"Opa called me?" asked the girl in the school uniform of one of the elite schools in Jakarta. The girl came into Mr. Yamata's room with a school bag on her back. Opa was a call for grandfather.
"Yes, dear. I want to introduce Yuda to you, he will be your personal driver. Call him Uncle Yuda. In this country, you can not call older people just by saying his name," said Mr. Yamata.
"Hello Uncle, my name is Yuki Yurika, call me Yuki. I'm almost 18 years old. And you are so handsome, Uncle Yuda." The girl who called her name Yuki Yurika stretched out her hand to Yuda. With doubts and a little embarrassed by Yuki's praise, Yuda also welcomed Yuki's hand.
"Uncle's palms are so rough." Yuki waved her palm, which was as soft as silk.
"I am sorry, Miss." Yuda nodded his head with a flushed face.
"Don't talk like that, Yuki. Not everyone can accept honesty here. Learn to filter your words a little. Don't make people embarrassed or offended."
"Opa, I don't like sugar coating. It's better to be honest, right?"
"Honest is good, but it's better to keep your words so that people don't get offended. Yuda, you have to endure by her attitude. I hope you can feel at home working here."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, take Yuki to her school, wait for her until her school is over. Yuki if you want to go for a walk, go home first, change your clothes, then you can go. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Opa. Then, I'm going, Opa, bye," Yuki kissed his cheek.
"Get used to saying greetings, Yuki. Good morning." Mr. Yamata reminded Yuki.
"Yes, good morning, Opa."
Yuki had already left Mr. Yamata's office.
"I really hope you can be patient with my granddaughter, Yuda," said Mr. Yamata.
"God willing, then, excuse me, Sir. Good morning," said Yuda.
"Good morning," said Mr. Yamata.
Yuda stepped out of Mr. Yamata's room. He left the house. The car he was going to drive had already been prepared in front of the porch. Yuki was already sitting in the front seat. Yuda frowned, as far as he knew, a lady usually sat on the back seat, to keep a distance from the driver.
Yuda got in the car.
"I'm sorry, Miss, are you okay with sitting in the front seat with me?" Yuda asked.
Yuki turned her head. Her bright blue eyes met Yuda's dark blue eyes. Yuda immediately looked away.
"I don't like to sit alone in the back seat, and don't ask too many questions, Uncle. Hurry up! I'll be late."
"Alright, Miss." Yuda glanced at his young lady.
Yuki Yurika, her height was less than Yuda's shoulder. Her body was slender, her hair was straight and black, long down to her back. Her cheeks were chubby and adorable. Her skin was white. Her eyebrows was beautiful like a crescent moon. Her eyes were like those of Japanese people in general. Only her bright blue eyeballs made her eyes different.
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