The Revenge of the President

Chapter 16 New friends

Here, Arshila is. Contract house. Not spacious, only one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room without divider. The kitchen can be seen from that room.

The furniture in the contract, it seems to have been prepared Aunt Nessa. Bed, cupboard, refrigerator, dining table for two and fan. Kitchen equipment and trinkets are fully available.

Arshila carries her suitcase in the room with Dave's help. The man who forced her to drive her to this place.

"Thank you, Mister. It helped."

"Can't you call my name?"

"Sorry, Sir. I mean, Dave. I'm not used to it."

"It's okay, get your clothes done. After that, I will accompany you to buy groceries."

Dave exited the room, sat on the couch watching every corner of the house.

Too snug. Wait, until I bring you into my palace.

Arshila exited the room, staring at the man who was bothering her with his presence. They had only met twice, but this man, always forced his will and tried to get along with him.

"Sir."

"You're done?"

Dave got up from his seat.

"Sorry, Sir. We just met yesterday and I don't want to bother. Sorry, if I'm presumptuous, but I don't want to ...."

"I understand what you mean" Dave said, "I don't mean anything. I just want to help, because I see how you are. Can't we be friends?"

"Don't be friends with me, sir. I'm an ex-con, there's no point in making friends with me."

Hypocritical

"I'm looking for a friend, who I can talk to, regardless of status, without taking advantage of each other."

Arshila was speechless, thinking but not Dave's words but Nessa's aunt's message.

"Remember, Shi. Don't believe anyone but yourself."

"Sorry, Sir. Maybe I misunderstood."

"No, nothing. Maybe, because we just met yesterday and I was too sudden to make friends with you. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll go."

Dave walked away, until he finally disappeared from behind the door. Meanwhile, Arshila just stared without any intention to prevent it.

"Based on hypocritical women."

Brakes. The car door slammed, as Dave got inside.

"Pretend good in front of me."

"Perhaps, sir is in too much of a hurry."

"Then, what should I do? I've been waiting for a year. Clarissa and my baby haven't calmed down there, because she's still wandering around freely.

"We stick to the original plan, sir."

A car pulled over at the back, some people came down with bags of groceries. Dave pulled down the windshield.

"The antar in the house. Remember, just put it in front of the door."

"Good, Sir."

They lowered their heads, then walked away. Just a few meters away, the distance between contracting Arshila and where Dave pulled over his car.

"We go" he ordered.

Contracted, Arshila's done. His clothes and things were neatly arranged. He opened the empty refrigerator.

"I have to shop."

Sit at the dinner table, make a shopping list for a month, and groceries for a week. Because it's only alone, so not too much.

"All right." Snatching bags in the room. The front door opened, its steps halted with widened eyes.

"What's this?"

Grabbing a piece of paper attached to a grocery bag.

...It's a house-moving gift. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Dave....

Arshila stared at the things in front of her. Wanted to throw it away, but baby. Yeah, I did, he took it too.

He brought in, put it on the floor. Open one by one to ensure the contents.

"This much?"

Ditnganga with many bottles of cooking oil, bottles of soy sauce and ketchup.

"It's not for a month but a year."

Arshila arranged the groceries in a small cupboard in the kitchen. Other ingredients, put in the refrigerator.

Smile for a moment, then think of the man who invited her to be friends.

"Am I being too outrageous?"

Talking alone, while preparing the ingredients to be cooked, for lunch. It was fortunate that today was a holiday, so he could rest.

Drt ... Drt ...

Meet your daughter at restaurant xx. Don't be late!

Arshila, shedding tears, was happy to be able to hug her daughter today. He put down his phone, ran to the room to prepare.

Just ten minutes away, he arrived at the restaurant. Enter by giving a view.

The deg!

His feet froze, there seemed to be the happy laughter of a family. Joking, smiling, with a small child in the lap of the woman believed to be, Arshila as Dimas' wife.

He simply clenched his hands tightly, wiping away his fallen tears without excuse. Arshila did not accept the view in front of her. He who sacrifices for the man he loves, but the happiness he asks in return, belongs to another woman.

Arshila changed direction, heading for the toilet. Crying in front of a mirror, shedding sadness and disappointment.

"Why not me? I ask for nothing but to live with you. Why are you so hearty?"

He washed his face, looked back in the mirror, forced himself to try to smile.

"Please, don't cry."

Arshila walked out, her steps towards the table where her little daughter was.

"Have you come?" Dimas looked at his ex-wife who looked different. "Sit down."

Arshila took a sitting position in front of them, the look in her eyes was only on her little daughter.

"So, she's Nadia, my wife."

Arshila smiled, reaching out to Nadia who received her helping hand.

"What do you want to eat? Order it," Dimas said.

"no need. I just want to see my daughter." Arshila looked at Nadia. "May I hug him?"

The woman did not reply, actually since Arshila's arrival, she kept paying attention to him. What kind of woman, who had bumped into the fiancee of the president of Deval Power. Although, the man did not come up with a reason, but he knew for sure he wanted revenge.

Nadia, who was only carrying out orders, felt compassion for a woman named Arshila. He knew for sure, the accident was not an accident. That pity, then became a hatred, when he met Dimas. The initial plan that just wants to get close, turns into wanting to have.

The story of the mother-in-law makes her determination stronger, the wicked woman, who deserves punishment.

That time.

"Mas Dimas, right?" greet Nadia. The man, knitted his brows for a moment before recalling it. "I'm Nadia."

"Oh, Nadia. Sorry, I just remembered."

"What is it, Dimas mas in this town?"

"I'm on an outside assignment. You alone?"

"I am too."

The two dissolve in conversation, even to the point of talking about their past, when they become lovers.

"I'm married, Nad. But, my wife's in jail."

Nadia was not surprised, because she knew it.

"I shouldn't have been in jail, I wasn't him."

"I mean, Dimas?"

"She asked me to take her place, because she was pregnant with our child. I refuse, because I also have responsibilities to my mother and sisters."

"Why is he that bad, Mas?"

"Okay, I'm confused too. Moreover, my mother used to complain about him."

Dimas continued to twist the facts, until the girl in front of him felt pity, embracing as an expression of sadness that also felt.

Arshila was still waiting for Nadia's reply, who was still staring at her.

"Please, mbak. If she didn't cry," a sniffy answer came out from her lips.

Arshila doesn't care, she just needs her daughter not sympathy from the people. He got up from his seat, approaching Nadia who was still holding the princess.

"Darling, it's mom." Her tears just slid, the daughter she was born with did not know herself as a mother.

Arshila immediately hugged, kissed her face, despite the rejection, from the cry that came out of Nadin's tiny lips.

"Sorry, Ma'am."

Nadia got up, about to take the princess from her birth mother.

"He's my son. I'm not gonna give it."

Hugged tightly, not caring about Nadin's cry.

"Silk."

"I gave birth to her. In fact, Mas didn't give me a chance to hug him. You took it without my permission."

PLAQUE, PLAQUE,

"You gave birth to her, but legally she's not your daughter." Dimas took his son. "If it's like this, I won't see you again."

"Mas, um, give it back, he's my son."

Arshila shouted, as Dimas left the restaurant. He ran after her, but his body was pushed rough by his ex-husband, until he fell on the ground.

"Hiks .. hiks .... Mas, I beg you!"

He continued to cry, even Dimas had gotten in the car, left him just like that.

"Are you okay?"