The Revenge of the President

Chapter 22 Terror

It was dusk, the sun had sunk, the dark atmosphere greeted. Arshila curled up in the room, Dave told her to lock all the doors and windows this afternoon. He also has to hold his phone, to contact him immediately if something happens.

Six o'clock, all the lights are on. The whole house became bright, but the woman was still feeling anxious. He continued to be in the room, which was locked, holding the kitchen knife as a weapon.

Drt ... Drt ...

"Hallo, Dave."

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Goodoo. Call me if anything happens."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I love you."

"Me too,"

What I said. Why do I answer like that. Arshila cursed herself, because of fear, she had even unconsciously answered Dave's words.

"What did you say?" The voice behind the phone urged me to say the same thing again.

"Sorry, I was unconscious. I'm really sorry,"

"That's not what I want to hear. I know you have the same feelings as me."

"A .. I ..."

"All right, I'm sorry. You better have dinner soon."

Dave disconnects the phone. Maybe he was disappointed or angry, Arshila thought. Then put the phone down.

Arshila could not interpret his heart at this moment. Maybe he knew, but he refused to admit it. The reason for his status and degrees became a stumbling block for him.

Unbecoming vocabulary, becomes a weapon to tear down his desires. You're inappropriate, so inappropriate, that's how he reminds himself.

How can you dream of being with him. Look her! He has everything, your existence just becomes a burden and tarnishes his honorable name and family.

Arshila took a breath, slowly exhaling it. Right, I was right to reject it. We both have a great distance and I have nothing to chase you.

It's eight o'clock in the night, Arsila's stomach is starting to kick in there. He was already starving, but fear overcame his hunger at this moment.

Maybe I should eat. I don't have energy if I'm hungry, he murmured. Slowly, he got out of bed. Holding a kitchen knife and cell phone, in both hands.

He held the door handle, peeking for a while before stepping out. Feeling safe, he stepped into the kitchen. Immediately, he grabbed the plate, taking the side dish that was still there this afternoon.

Chewing quickly, his eyes continued to stare in the guest room.

Prasggs!

"Let's... " Arshila screamed, as her window glass broke. He immediately curled under the table.

Prahaang!

The sound of glass breaking again, somewhere.

Arshila cried with her mouth shut.

Whom. Whom. Why are you doing this to me. What wrong.

The voices of his neighbors gathered in front of the house. He was still crying, his knees were weak, even to stand up from his place.

The loud sound of the door being pushed, someone seemed to be opening forcefully. Arshila continued to curl up, closing her eyes and both hands covering her ears..

"Are you okay?"

Arshila opened her eyes, the landlord, helping her out of hiding.

"Are you okay?"

The middle-aged man, asked again, because the woman in front of him did not answer.

Arshila simply nodded, the current situation made her dazed. In fact, his body was still trembling in fear.

"You just move next door, because it's still empty. Tomorrow, I'll replace the broken window."

The owner of the contract, called his wife to help Arshila bring some of her belongings

"Come, come with me."

The wife of the owner of the contract, already took a blanket and pillow. While Arshila just followed the steps of the woman in front of him with silence.

"Sleep, we'll clean up the glass."

"Mom" he called, "Who did it?"

Whom. Why do they keep bothering me. A row of questions, piled up in Arshila's mind. There was not a single answer, which flashed through his mind.

I'm just a poor man, I have nothing. I don't know anyone but them, nor have I ever offended anyone.

"Except ...."

Arshila's eyes widened, jolting to herself with an answer that flashed through her mind.

They are taking revenge on me. Did the woman's mother do it.

"Hiks .. hiks .. What should I do?"

Arshila sank into her tears, wanting to complain to no one. Wanting to complain to his friends, impossible. They are on the other side of the earth and they certainly have their own difficulties.

A man's smile, it flashed. Smiles and soft speech reminded him. The man who confessed that he loved her.

Arshila took her phone.

"What's up, baby?"

As usual, Dave's words made Arshila feel calm.

"Hiks .. hiks..."

"You crying? Did something happen?"

Panic was clearly heard from behind the phone.

"I'm afraid, I can't take it."

"Wait for me, don't go anywhere!"

The connection was cut off, after giving him the order.

Arshila took the blanket, covered her body. He sat on the floor leaning against the wall.

Do I just leave here. But, where. I can't bother him continuously. After all, our relationship, just a friend.

But, if I go, what about my daughter. I can no longer see or see him.

Arshila is in trouble. He cannot continue his life if he continues to get terror.

In front, the voices of the neighbors were arguing. It was as if they were attacking one side.

"Sir Amran, you'd better get rid of that woman."

"Yes, right." Those who had the same opinion, voiced out firmly.

"Mom-mom, relax. Why should I throw him out? Poor him."

"Sir Amran, don't pity him. She is not a true woman. Every day, bring a different man. It's possible, tonight's incident was because he was bothering a married man."

"Yes, right, sir. This morning, I brought a man into the house. I don't know what they're doing."

"Anyway, Mr. Amran must expel him. Otherwise we'll drag him out ourselves."

Neighbours, dominated by mothers, have increasingly urged Mr Amran to take action.

Amidst the debate, the sound of a car squeaked in front of them. A man came down, looking rushed. Ignoring the surrounding gazes, he immediately stepped towards the house contracting Arshila. Two-story house, in front of which glass fragments have been scattered.

"Where did the woman who lived here go?"

Questions were directed to the wife of the owner.

"We moved him in the house next door."

Mr. Amran's wife, pointed to the house next door which is only a distance of maybe about 1 meter.

Dave thanked me, then walked away. The mothers around him, increasingly emotional, they vent anger by looking intently at the owner of the contract and again asking to expel Arshila.

"Shi," he called out, as he entered the house. He opened the door, saw Arshila sitting on the floor.

"Dave."

The man hugged him tightly, anxiety clearly imprinted on Dave's face. But, behind his arms, Dave sneered cunningly.

Queen, cry! In my palace later, you won't just cry.

The two were still hugging, as the neighbors barged inside the house.

"Look, right! We told you, they must be doing something indecent."

Dave broke into a hug, re-tuning an anxious look on his face.

"What's up, this?" Protecting Arshila behind her body.