The Revenge of the President

Chapter 11 I'm his mother

In a different place, but still the same day.

Dave sat cross-legged, before him Tian read the results of the investigation of his man.

"So, who are they?"

"They're Arshila's friends in prison. They are free first. Miss Yessi and Jian are cousins. Yessi daughter of Robert and Jian daughter of Juan Malvel."

"You mean they're the young miss of the Marina Group."

"Yes, Sir. They got into a nightclub fight and their parents intentionally, did not help free the two.

"The others?"

"Nessa ayunda Arthur, wife of businessman Arthur, but they are in the stage of divorce. The other, sir, knows him."

"Who?"

"She's Alexa Vander Santara, the niece of Mr. Bagas."

Dave was a little surprised, staring at Tian asking for more explanation.

"She's a young lady who's often rebellious. No matter what his family name is."

"Then?"

"The reason for being there is unknown. But, according to the information, Miss Clarissa's own mother who menjoblosannya. Do I need to investigate, sir?"

"No, it has nothing to do with me," Dave replied, then Tian resumed.

"Currently, Miss Arshila lives in Mrs Arthur's house."

Dave seemed to think.

"Have a meeting with Marina Group, have them send her daughter overseas. Do the same with Alexa. For Mrs Arthur, I'll think of a way. That woman, not just anyone. The mafia family stood behind him."

"Good, Sir. I'll do it."

"Do as soon as possible. I don't want to, she has a goddess of help."

Tian nodded, then parted out after lowering his head.

"You have good luck, because rich people surround you. But, it won't last long."

Dave sneered cunningly, staring at the photo of Arshila who was shopping.

Tomorrow, the day,

Arshila awoke very early, a habit she had not lost, while still living in her in-laws' house. For a moment he forgot his existence, until finally realized the existence of Alexa who was still sleeping hugging bolsters.

Stretch his body for a moment, then rise towards the bathroom. Then, sit back on the sofa.

"Sister, take this." Alexa gives you a house key.

"What is this, Alex?"

"That's the house key."

"no need. This brother of yours is gonna be working and making money."

Arshila returned it, but it was rejected.

"Sister, this house just in case, if one day brother has no purpose. Secret, from anyone. Enough, we both know."

Arshila was a little confused by Alexa's remarks, but she chose to accept them.

After, thinking about Alexa's words last night, Arshila was still a little confused and clueless. Among the four of them, Alexa tends to be secretive, regarding her family. In contrast to Yessi, Jian and Aunt Nessa who had known from the family were.

Throwing away her thoughts, Arshila rearranged her plans today. Taking her old things, at the ex-husband's house. Actually, he was no longer concerned with clothes or items given Dimas. He needs more documents and his diploma to find work, even if only high school graduates.

Not only that, he hopes to see his daughter, hug, let go of longing. For a year, he had never seen his daughter's face. Maybe he is walking now.

Arshila left the room, closing the door slowly. Downstairs, the servants of the house had already woken up, doing their respective duties.

"Non, Shila needs something?" ask a waiter.

"No, Bik. Thank you, I just want to go out to see the flower garden."

Arshila walked back, sitting on a small, white bench. Looking at a garden, different types of flowers grow there. There are flowers with large and small florets, various colors, making the eyes not bored to see it.

"What are you thinking, baby?"

Arshila turned her head, Aunt Nessa sitting next to her.

"No one, Auntie. I was just waiting for time, too early if I had to go visit the house of the mas Dimas."

"You're right." Tente Nessa holds Arshila's hand. "Tante will accompany you away, don't be afraid. You should go see your daughter. Although, he may not know you, at least you can hug and look him in the face."

Arshila nodded, her tears flowing down the river. Backing his head, on Aunt Nessa's boat.

"All mothers are looking forward to it. You be patient." The hair of Arshila. "Now, we go to breakfast and get ready."

They sat facing each other at the dining table. Take the dishes and vegetables that have been served.

"Sister, we're sorry, can't accompany. This morning, our parents called, suddenly telling us to go home" said Yessi, who was accompanied by a nod of his head from Jian.

"It's okay, you guys should go home."

After breakfast, Arshila, accompanied by her aunt Nessa and Alexa, departs for Dimas' house. Meanwhile, Yessi and Jian, returning home after a car, pick them up.

"That's, the house."

Arshila pointed to a gray painted house.

On the porch of the house, the mother of the ex-husband, enjoying a cup of tea.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," hail Arshila. His feet are still resting on the grass.

"What do you want, you come here?"

A loud, rude and dislikeful voice came out from Dimas' mother's mouth.

Aunt Nessa clenched her hands, holding herself back from stepping squeezing the woman's mouth.

"Shila, so this is your in-laws? It's not that you're saying he's gentle and kind" said Aunt Nessa.

Offended, that's what Dimas' mother's face looked like. He stared intently at Aunt Nessa.

"Mom, I'm gonna go get my stuff."

"Oh, that one. I put it in the barn. Sunday, here I'll take it."

Before long, Dimas' mother returned with a bag and a substation.

"Take them and go," he kicked them out, not even letting them in.

"I'm not leaving before I meet my daughter."

"Don't dream, you. You have no right to meet him. Now, go!"

throw Dimas' mother away while pointing at the gate of his house.

Their noise was heard all the way to the house. Dimas came out, holding his daughter.

"What's up, ma'am?"

"Original, he!"

Mother pointed to Arshila who was watching her daughter's face.

"Mas, please. Let me see my son. I'm his mother, please. I want to hug her."

Arshila wailed, her tears flowing down both cheeks.

"You're not his mother. My granddaughter has only one mother and she is Nadia my daughter-in-law."

Mother ignited the anger of Aunt Nessa who had been trying to hold her back.

"He's her mother, she gave birth. If you want to have a grandchild with your daughter-in-law, tell her to give birth."

Dimas' mother was angry and upset, not accepting the words of a woman she did not know. Rise up to grab Arshila's hair. What he used to do when he was his son-in-law.

"You, what do you want?" Alexa held Dimas' mother's hand, clutching it firmly.

"Delivery."

"Mother, bring Nadin in."

Dimas gave his daughter to mother.

"Go home, I'll find time to bring you together. Don't come home, because mom won't let you."

"Why Arshila needs permission to meet her son. She's the mother who gave birth to your child. We're not taking him away. Just give him a chance to hug his daughter."

"Sorry, please don't interfere in our affairs."

Aunt Nessa did not accept, taking a step forward landing a hard slap in Dimas's face.

"You slapped me?" Dimas held her cheek. "You're not afraid, I'm reporting to the police."

"Please. I'm not scared. Supposedly, you treated Arshila well. What if, he hurt himself and opened his mouth?" aunt Nessa's. "Don't think, a case that's been closed, can't be reopened."

Deg.

Dimas' heart was pounding, clenching his hands with eyes fixed on the woman who had been his wife.

What have you told them?