The Revenge of the President
Chapter 2 Worrying
On the way home, Dimas drove his motorbike to the workshop. He fixed his car that was scratched and slightly dented.
“How?” Dimas asked a workshop mechanic who was his subscription.
“It's done, after all just a few inches of scratches. What, you hit what?”
“It wasn't me, my wife did. He said he hit a cat.”
“I think your wife can only ride a motorcycle. Preferably, do not let him drive, if not already proficient.”
Dimas just nodded.
“I'll take it tomorrow.”
Dimas is back driving, heading home. From afar, his wife was sweeping the courtyard with her stomach growing. Dimas parked the motorbike, greeting his mother who sat on the porch of the house like she was watching her daughter-in-law's work.
“How do you work, Son?”
“Good, Mom. It's just, Dimas is tired and a lot of thoughts.”
Arshila stepped closer to her husband with her broomstick algae still in her hands.
“Mas, I want to talk about something.”
“You didn't hear, your husband is tired. You prepare a meal there,” snapped his in-laws.
Arshila looked at her husband who was just silent, then walked in after putting a broom in the corner of the house.
In the kitchen, Arshila began to prepare dinner, holding back her cries. For the umpteenth time, her tears fell because of her in-laws. Even more painful, Dimas' attitude as a husband
just shut up, let her mother act arbitrarily.
“Aready?” Mother approached, looking at the pot on the stove that was still steamy.
“A little more, Bu.”
“After this, you ironed. Your brother-in-law's clothes, already piled up,” his orders, then leave.
In the TV room, she sat down to sip tea with Dimas lying on the carpet. From the TV screen, it appeared that secretary Tian, was conducting a press conference. Mother immediately put down her glass, upon hearing the 1 billionth prize.
“Dimas, you see that, just to find a witness, they give a billion.”
Dimas was silent, his eyes still staring at the TV screen, but his mind wandered indeterminate. Sometimes he takes a breath, and then
closed his eyes. From the direction, Arshila's kitchen approached.
“It's ready, Mas.”
Dimas opened his eyes, looking at his wife who was standing waiting. Get up slowly, towards the room.
“Cute me.”
Arshila followed, followed by the eyes of the in-law, who wanted to know the household affairs of her son.
“You want to talk about, what?” Dimas grabbed his wife's hand, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Mas, can we contract home only?”
Dimas knew of his wife's agony, who chose to live independently. But he could do nothing, not wanting to fight his mother.
“Shila, hang on a little more. We will live independently, after you give birth. Mas, it's impossible to let you alone in
contact your. Here at least, there are mothers and sisters of Mas who accompany you.”
BRAK, the door slammed hard
“So, you made Dimas disobey his mother. Leaving us alone and enjoying my son's salary, as if you were
banging to send him to school.”
“Mother, Arshilla didn't mean it that way.”
“You're silent. The bone-chugging mother works, to make you have a diploma with higher education. And now, this damn woman is asking you to leave home.”
“Mother, listen to Dimas. Shila is not ...”
“Quite,” Mom cuts Dimas greeting. “If you leave the house following this woman, you are not a mother's child.”
Arshilla rebuked with grief, a humiliation that had often hurt her heart. During the marriage, Arshila never enjoyed her husband's salary, because her mother-in-law took over. For his needs, it
he had to go to great lengths to beg his mother-in-law, who insulted him first before giving him money.
Arshila did not answer, always like this. Dimas will apologize on behalf of his mother and ask to continue to be patient.
Dimas left, leaving his wife still crying. Nearly half an hour, Dimas returned with a plate of food.
“Eat, our child must be starving.”
Arshila grabbed the plate, eating with a puffy face and a flushed nose. Dimas leaned against the edge of the bed, playing with his cell phone while waiting for his wife to finish her meal. Dimas opened a chat group at the company, all busy guessing about the perpetrators of the collision of their president's fiancee.
“Is it possible that he has already escaped, after seeing the news?”
“No in my opinion, she is hiding.”
“What if the culprit is a pregnant woman. Do you think the President will forgive him?”
Dimas was stunned, looking at his wife. Then he threw his eyes back.
No. gabe. How could I think like that?
Dimas again stared at the phone screen, read the chat in the company.
“Imagine if it has 1 billion? Wow, I'm going to have a splash-foya.”
“If I, will buy a new house and a new car.”
“You are too anxious, I am thinking about the fate of the perpetrator who might live with a lot of pain.”
“He deserves it. But, I will pity his family who will be affected.”
Dimas put the phone down, right away,
his head was getting dizzy with his problems, not to mention his wife and mother.
What do I do, now? What about my family?
Arshila who had finished her meal, looked at the silent Dimas. Not wanting to disturb, Arshila exited the room carrying her empty pring in the kitchen.
“Good, yes! You are like the Princess, served by bringing food in the room.”
Arshila was greeted with the scolding of her in-laws and the dislikeful gazes of her two in-laws. Before long, Dimas came out of the room, after hearing his mother's voice.
“Bu, stop. It's already night.”
“You always defended her, that's why I never liked her. You should, marry a woman who has a diploma like you, not like one who just lives in the house and adds to the burden of our family.”
“Mother.” Dimas now raised his voice.
“You snapped at mom? Look now, you've changed against your own mother.”
Mother went with her children, leaving Arshila with tears. Dimas followed his mother, not caring about his wife who suffered inwardly because of the curse and humiliation.
Tok.dok....
Dimas entered his mother's room, after a long time knocking on the door but there was no answer.
“Bu, forgive Dimas. I do not mean to yell at mom, currently Dimas is stressed mom, please understand.”
“What are you stressed about? I'm more stressed facing your lazy wife.”
“Mother,” Dimas sobbing. He let the mother down and immediately hugged her son.
“Why are you, son? Tell mom. Forgive me, if I make your mind become unsettled.”
“Mother, I'm afraid. Looks like, Dimas will be in jail and lose his job.”
“What?” Mom jerks. “What do you mean? Don't scare mom. You still have responsibilities to your younger siblings who are still in school.”
The more sobbing dimas even lowered his head, making the mother even more panicked.
“I hit a woman, ma'am. Dimas just found out, if the woman is the fiancee of the President of the company where Dimas works.”
Mom was getting shocked, closing her mouth which was almost squealing.
“Dimas, what are you doing, son? You're hurting us all. Your sisters are losing the future, if they find out you did.”
Dimas rubbed his face wet from the tears that flowed. In front of him, mother was still staring with a look of fear and anxiety.
“Tell mom, the real incident.”
That night Dimas told his mother all the details.
