The Revenge of the President

Chapter 15 Without them

Two days had passed, as usual Arshila was still working at the boutique, tidying things up and helping other employees, putting on hanging clothes and mannequins. When finished, he moved to the sewing room, which was located on the second floor. In this place, he would spend until the afternoon.

"Shi."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Help me to cut the cloth."

Arshila learned to sew in this place, although only how to use a sewing machine. If there is time, he learns how to make patterns.

The days passed well, there were no more cries or sadness, only longing for the baby.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Arshila was ready to go home. Tidying up her bag and lunchbox, she walked out, after saying goodbye to another employee.

In front of the boutique, the online motorcycle taxi he ordered was waiting while handing the helmet to him.

The journey that every day is passed by using the services of an ojek, which is faster and cheaper according to him.

In the back, a luxury sedan followed. Tian rode in silence, without asking the passengers in the back. Because, it had been three days after work, he continued to follow the woman.

"Tian, hit them."

"Good, Sir."

A secretary who is always obedient, even though the orders that come out of the mouth of his superiors are often unreasonable and contrary to conscience.

"But don't get hurt. Enough, make them fall."

Tian stuck gas, turned right, the car grabbed the motorcyclist until he fell, by the side of the road. Tian braked, pulled over the car. While Dave gets off, help both.

"You guys are okay? Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Dave helps stand up the motorist. The man looked fine, he got up to lift his motorcycle aided by Tian.

Meanwhile, Arshila was still sitting on the grass. Grimacing in pain, with cuts and bruises on his legs and arms, though not severe.

"Try, I saw your wound."Dave noticed, Arshila's wound. "We're going to the hospital."

"No need, Sir. I'm fine." Arshila got up, looking for a motorcycle rider who had left her. Without, to Arshila's knowledge, the rider gets some money from Tian.

"I'll take you, just think of it as an apology."

"No need, Sir. I can ride the angkot."

Arshila still refused, she walked forward, looking for a passing angkot.

"Do you think I'm a bad person? We've met before."

Arshila turned her head, watching the man in front of her. "In Yurika Boutique." Connect Dave again.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't remember it."

"It's okay. Come in, I'll take you."

Finally, Arshila accepted Dave's offer. Get in the car, sit next to each other in the back seat.

"Is it still sick?"

"No, Sir."

That's not how much, I still have to make you sit in a wheelchair.

On the way, Dave was still watching the woman beside him. Arshila who sat silently and looked out. The woman did not glance at or open the conversation between them.

Until finally, they arrived. A luxurious house, with a towering wall fence, surrounded the house.

"You live here?"

"I'm just hitching a ride, sir." Arshila opened the car door. "Thank you for the ride."

Arshila walked away, without looking back. The gate opened, he kept walking, until it disappeared from behind the gate.

"Street."

Tian returned to riding, continuing their delayed journey due to the drama in the middle of the road.

"What about Lady Arthur's son?"

"I've taken care of it, sir. He was in the hospital this afternoon. Maybe, Mrs Arthur will go, tonight."

"Goodoo. Tell them to keep an eye out there. Especially Alexa and Mrs Arthur."

"Good, Sir."

At the house of Miss Arthur.

Arshila was shocked to see a large suitcase in the living room. He saw Aunt Nessa sitting on the couch, waiting for her arrival.

"Sit down, Shi." Arshila according. "Auntie has to go abroad. My son had an accident last night, and is now in the hospital."

"Is he okay?"

"Come, Shi. I'm so worried, my son's house assistant told me he wasn't conscious."

Arshila hugged Aunt Nessa, grieving too.

"Auntie go. Poor him! Maybe, aunt's son is waiting for his mother's arrival."

Aunt Nessa nodded, then thrust out an envelope.

"What is this, Auntie?"

"It's just in case."

"Tante, just like Alexa. I want to go to war."

"Not that, Aunt has a bad feeling about you. Remember Arshila, don't trust anyone but yourself."

"What's going to happen, Auntie?"

"Shi, listen to me. Alexa told me about the house for you. Keep that a secret, from anyone. Don't go to that house unless you have no purpose and no one."

"I understand, Auntie."

The two hugged again, before separating.

"Auntie left. You don't have to take me, you take a break and remember my message."

Arshila nodded, following Aunt Nessa's move out of the house. Until finally, he waved his hand, as the car came out of the gate of the house.

"Miss, what are you going to eat?"

"What ajas, bik."

Arshila climbed the stairs, sat on the bed. He opened the envelope and a small bag of Alexa, which he had not opened.

A home address is written on a piece of paper. Cash and a debit card.

"Alex, you're this! I'm going to starve."

He smiled, then opened the large envelope given by Aunt Nessa.

A letter, written in handwriting.

...Shi, here's the contract address, if you don't feel at home at auntie's. Aunty's been paying her rent for two years....

Arshila smiled again, in the envelope there were two ATM cards and a house key. Alexa and Aunt Nessa gave him the money and keys to the house. It was as if one day he would be in trouble or starving.

He put it in a box and put it in a closet. If this has to be a secret, then he'll keep it in Nessa's aunt's house.

When she finished, Arshila put her clothes in a suitcase. There is no way he could have stayed in this house. The house rented by Aunt Nessa is very close to the boutique where she works. It will save costs by walking.

He took the house keys and a little Alexa-given money. He needed it to buy furniture. Because, payday time is still very long, because he only worked a week.

The next day, Arshila was ready to go to work by pushing her suitcase out.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"You're gonna contract it, Bik. No way, I'm hitchhiking."

"I told the driver to take Miss, yes!"

"No need, bik. I called a taxi."

Arshila made breakfast, which was prepared. On the table, the box is there as usual.

"Thank you, bik, for everything. Sorry, I've been a hassle all this time."

"This lady is talking, what. Everything has become our duty. Please Miss, take care of your health in a new place."

"Thank you, bik. Excuse me."

Arshila walked out of the house, holding up her suitcase in front of an open gate.

"Where are you going?"

A familiar sounding voice approached. The man he met yesterday, accidentally.

"I'd like to move, sir."

"Call Dave."

The man, with a handsome and masculine face extended his hand. "Call me, Dave. Arshila's."