The Revenge of the President

Chapter 13 Arshila's Struggle

The wind blew, from the balcony door that was still open. When everyone was asleep, a woman was still struggling with a book on the table. Write down some of the plans and finances that he has to put out.

In his savings book, he only had two million. The money he could raise during his marriage to Dimas. Three years of marriage, he could only insert this much.

At that time,

"Mother, Shila's soap and shampoo are all gone." Speak with caution.

"Continue. You want some money, do you?" Mom Dimas squinted her eyes.

"Yes, mom. Mas Dimas said, I asked you to."

"Sad. You know if you use soap not much. Shampoo too, your hair also does not need shampooing every day. Just wasting money. You should have worked, so you could have your own money. Your time of need, must be your nanggung husband."

Dimas' mother nagged as usual, pointing at his daughter-in-law's forehead.

"Sorry, mom. Later, I'll wear it a little."

"Always, so." Dimas' mother gave him 50 grand. "Take this. You buy it cheap, don't be pretentious."

Such were the days of Arshila in the past. From the change to buy this, he keeps it well. Although, sometimes the change, only consists of a thousand or five thousand. Not every day, he gets it.

Still doodling on the book, while using his phone as a calculator.

"Aunty said, my salary is 1,500.00. Ride ojek, so, eat, the truck pay the contract so."

Counting, while crossing out the unnecessary.

"I brought you some supplies."

Arshila stared at the results of her notes, smiling happily even though the rest of the salary for her could not be much.

After all was done, he tidied up his notebook, rising towards the balcony door. Exit for a moment, feeling a gust of wind blow on his face.

He closed the door, then walked to sleep.

"Good night my daughter."

Arshila's dipping her phone. The girl's face smiled towards him. A photo she got from her ex-husband, as a relief and tranquilizer of her heart.

The morning had come, though the sun still looked timid. The fog out there is still visible, enveloping the trees.

Arshila who was used to getting up early, started to prepare her clothes. Then, go to the kitchen to cook, because they plan to bring supplies.

On the lower floor, the house servants have done their duties.

"Miss need, what?"

A chef, asked as he looked at the confused looking Arshila.

"Sorry, Sir. I want to cook, make provisions."

The chef seemed to be holding back a smile. "Later we prepare. Miss wants the same menu with breakfast or want to be different?"

"The same thing, sir. No need to bother, eggs are also no problem."

"All right, Miss."

Arshila walked away, not knowing what to do. In this house, the servants already have duties. So, there was nothing he could do.

He walked to the park, his favorite place in the house. Sit down as usual, and watch the many flowers swaying and swaying from the wind.

"It's still six!" he muttered, then put down his phone.

Long enough he sat and fell silent, his gaze still in the same direction. Jasmine tree with white buds that are already blooming.

"It turns out you're here."

Aunt Nessa is sitting next to Arshila.

"I love jasmine flowers, Auntie. They are pure white with a unique aroma."

"If aunt prefers roses. They're beautiful, but they're dangerous."

Both giggle.

"Today, I'm ready for work. I'm also looking for a contract, Auntie."

"Tante likes your spirit. Contract problems, you do not rush. Better, you stay here until you get a salary. After, that I won't hold you."

"But, Auntie, I can't bother you much longer."

"Hahahaha, you are. Troubles what? In fact, I didn't do anything. In this house, I'm happy, have a chatter buddy. You see, I don't have anyone."

Arshila was silent, had lived in this house for three days, but had never seen the son and husband of aunt Nessa as well as her family. Sometimes he wanted to ask, but was afraid to offend the woman.

"Yuk, we're having breakfast. You should leave quickly. It's the first day, don't be late."

The two walked in, sat at the dinner table, enjoyed breakfast.

"Tante, I'm upstairs first."

"Yes, prepare. Aunt will be waiting for you."

Arshila walked up the stairs, went in the bathroom cleaned her body.

Not too long ago, he hurried to put on his clothes, grabbed the bag, then ran down the stairs.

"I'm ready, Auntie."

Aunt Nessa noticed Arshila's performance from top to bottom. Smiled satisfied, then grabbed the woman's hand.

Along the way, Nessa's aunt tells of a friend who will be Arshila's superior.

"He's good, but a little fierce if you make a mistake. Especially concerning, his VIP subscription."

"I'll try, Auntie."

Now they arrive, a pretty big boutique shop. Still quiet, it looks like some employees are still cleaning.

"Your boss, is it coming?" Aunt Nessa approaches a female employee.

"Already, Mistress. It's inside."

Aunt Nessa walked back, behind her Arshila followed while circulating her gaze.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

"Lake in." A woman's voice sounded from within.

"You busy?"

The woman, raised her face, then got up scattering hugs.

"Where have you been? Once free, you never visit me."

"Sorry, I'm too busy pondering, hahaha..." Aunt Nessa looked at Arshila. "Shi, come. This is Yuri. He'll be your boss."

"Greetings, Madam. I'm Arshila." He bowed and extended his hand.

Yuri welcomed the woman's helping hand, while paying attention to her appearance, which was her top priority.

Beautiful, sexy, even if not visible.

"He's my brother, who I told you about."

Yuri was still watching Arshila, the woman she had heard so often, from Nessa's story.

"Alright, Shi. You can go straight to work today. You meet Vina up front, ask her to explain your work."

"Okay, Madam thank you."

Arshila lowered her head, then walked away, looking for the girl her new boss was referring to.

"So, she's the woman you mean?"

Yuri looked seriously at Nessa's face.

"Yes, so just hire him in the back. I don't want to, he met someone who knew him. Especially from the Santara and Alehandra families."

"I understand. I'll do it, my dear brother."

The two get back into a conversation, which concerns Nessa's life. While outdoors, Arshila listened to Vina's explanation. The girl who worked there long enough.

"You're new, so while you're in the barn. There you just clean up."

"Good, Ma'am. I understand."

"Welcome home." There was a voice from one of the employees who welcomed the customer.

A handsome man, a pure white face, all of his height. Proportional body, although covered in a luxurious suit.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" Vina asked, because the man stopped right in front of her.

"I'm going to get some clothes, my mom. On behalf of Rachel Alehandra."

"Good, Sir. Please sit down."

Dave nodded, looking at the lowered Arshila with a smile.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Arshila, sir."

"What a great name." Still smiling, as the face slightly lifted despite not returning his gaze. "Can I make coffee?"

"Well, wait a minute, sir."

Arshila left, walked up to an employee, then stepped back. From there, Dave was still staring with a smile that had already disappeared.

Welcome, my queen. Slowly, we will meet often.