The Revenge of the President

Chapters 119. Not the first time

The afternoon was cloudy. The wind was blowing quite fiercely and a flash over the dark sky. Trees and flower plants in the house, swinging in the direction of the wind.

Dave just arrived. He stepped up quickly, let alone looking Arshila was waiting for him to be home.

"Why out? The wind is blowing hard outside." Take off his coat, put it on his wife.

"I'm waiting for you."

Dave took Arshila's hand, entered the house.

"Wait, I'm in the house, baby. Don't come out like this."

"All right."

As if it wasn't real, as if Arshila was still dreaming. Dave who turned gentle and treated her with affection. The fear and trauma are gone. Usually, he is always vigilant, every hand of the husband's stock touches his body.

That soft voice, led him up on the bed. Without warning, he took off his clothes.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Wait for me."

Does he want to do it now? Arshila looked nervous. This is not the first time. But he was still nervous. His heart was beating irregularly.

I should how? Lie down or just sit down. Arshila looked for a position with a mind that had gone too far. He untied his hair, combing until straight. Staring at the reflection of his face, checking, what is lacking?

She had put lotion and cream on her face after taking a shower. Now what else? Ah, perfume. She rarely wears perfume at home.

Chequek.

The bathroom door is open. Dave came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sexy, handsome. She has often seen her husband like that. I don't know why today looks different. He wanted to touch the chest of the field and hold it tightly.

"You got perfume, baby?" Sitting next to Arshila, advancing her face, inhaling the scent of perfume from her body.

"Yes. Let me help you."

Arshila turned her face. Take a small towel, dry Dave's hair.

Grn, deg, deg. Arshila's heart was pounding incoherently. He noticed the falling water droplets, the husband bent.

Crazy one! Me why?

"You sick?" Put his right hand on his wife's.

"No. I'm just_ Emmhh."

Without warning, Dave landed his lips. Long enough, until Arshila like running out of oxygen.

"I love you" said Dave, with his hands tucked inside his wife's clothes. Then, again******* Arshila's lips, which seemed to be challenging her.

Sound******small*, out of Arshila's mouth. He can't stand it. Dave touched it full of gentleness,

"Honey," said Arshila who bit her lips.

Dave smiled with satisfaction, looking at the wife who wanted him.

From behind the room, a couple, love, accompanied by cold weather and heavy rain out there. Well, the atmosphere seems to support their activities.

Downstairs. Rachel was busy with some paper sheets on the table. Write, then cross it back.

"No. The guests are not most. My daughter-in-law will be exhausted." Back to scribbling some names. "Ah, but, I want to make them jealous of my son's marriage."

Rachel's in a dilemma. Some of his social friends, often make him rise in blood. Showing off their daughter-in-law and grandchildren. Now, this good thing is coming to him. Maybe he should get back at them.

"Ah, okay. I'll invite them." Re-write it.

"It's not finished yet?" Liam took a piece of paper on the table.

"Yet. I still have to double-check."

"Absolutely, who would invite, Ma. To this many."

"Mama's showing off." Rachel snatched the paper from her husband's hand.

Liam chuckled, to the extent that his wife, was willing to show off her son who was about to get married.

"Other preparations, will you help?"

"no need. Mama has decided on a place and her WO. Ellino's mother helped me find."

"Keep, what are you doing, dong?"

"Help, keep an eye on your son, so as not to mess around."

"Dave, won't do anything weird anymore. Ma."

"Mama knows. Just watch, she. Yesterday, almost for my hypertensive mom."

Still writing, crossing out then, double-checking the list of names included in the invitation.

"Young master, he said it would be night in the room."

"Huh?" Rachel looked at her husband. "Why?"

"I don't know, Madam."

"Yes, already. I'm coming along."

"What the hell, Ma!" Liam had already pulled his wife's hand, sat back down. "Leave it. Maybe they're lazy, out of the room."

"Not that, Pa. Mama wants to check, if your son does nothing."

"Mama. Dave has changed. Don't bother, they! Mama, just finish it, this list of invitation names. Time to get out."

Liam asked Lin's mother, continuing her work. Meanwhile, Rachel was again struggling with the papers on the table.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Come in" cried Dave from inside the room.

Mother Lin with Ica, put the tray on the table. They glanced at the young lady, who was asleep with her body wrapped in a blanket.

Both of them smiled, then said goodbye to the room.

"Hows it? What's going on?" Rachel had already strapped them with questions.

"Miss is sleeping and young master, seems to be at work."

"My son-in-law, all right, right? Nothing strange, right?"

"Everything's fine, ma'am."

"Thank God."

Liam just shook his head. Perhaps, Rachel still felt afraid or perhaps still did not trust completely, to the son. In fact, he had advised his daughter-in-law to trust Dave.

"Mommy doesn't believe me, Dave has changed?"

"Mama believe, Pa. Only, Mama's still traumatized. In the past, mama was afraid of scalis, when she heard Arshila cry."

From upstairs. Dave was struggling in front of the laptop screen. He glanced at the wife who was still asleep, because of exhaustion.

"Am I overreacting?" Feeling anxious suddenly. "My baby!" Dave got up right away.

Gently stroked Arshila's cheek. She pulled out the blanket and put her ear over her stomach.

"I didn't hear anything." Back to her ears. "Is he sleeping?"

Arshila squirms. Dave lifted his head. He landed a kiss on Arshila's head while waking her up.

"Honey. Wake up, dinner."

"What time?"

"Hour seven. Comeon, getup. It's gonna be cold."

Arshila blinked, then stretched her body.

There are, two trays on the table. White rice, stir-fried meat, vegetables, chicken soup and gravy dumplings, Dave's order for the wife. Not to forget, fruit juice and pieces of fruit.

"We'll just eat here. You must be tired." Pull up a chair for Arshila, then pull up the next chair for her.

"Can I sleep again?"

"of course. But, before that, you should drink your milk and vitamins.

Arshila receives a plate of rice mixed with side dishes, which Dave takes for her. Chew, letting the husband tie his messy hair.

"You tired? Am I overreacting?"

Uhuk, uhuk. Arshila choked, hearing it. For a moment, his face was red. He immediately drank a glass of water.

"I'm fine."

"Huhaha...." Dave laughed off. It was adorable to see Arshila, unwilling to look at her. The funny! Is he ashamed?

"You're ashamed, honey?" back to flirting with his wife.

"No-no," he.

Dave laughed again, embracing Arshila.

"Thank you for forgiving me." Cup, cup, give kiss on the head shoot.

"Thank you, too. Because I want to change and accept me."