The Revenge of the President

Chapter 28. Feel compassionate

After lunch, Arshila curled up on the bed. His head was so sore, his vision was blurry and dizzy. He also felt suddenly cold, even though the weather outside was very hot.

"Mas," the delirium, with eyes closed.

In his hand was still holding his broken phone.

Dave stood in front of Arshila, staring intently but his lips pulled upwards.

"Ck! Just one day, you've missed your ex-husband."

Dave walked over, holding Arshila's forehead.

"It's hot, but it's okay, you're not dead either, are you!"

"Call doctor. I want him to be cured tomorrow."

"Good, Sir."

"One more. How's my wedding tomorrow?"

"Everything is according to plan."

"Good."

Dave exited the room, while Tian still had to wait for the doctor's arrival.

A few minutes waiting, a doctor came in a hurry. Sweat dripping from his face, depicting him coming in haste.

"Check him. The young master wants him to wake up tomorrow, even if he doesn't make a full recovery."

"I .. Yes, Mr."

Actually, Tian's words confused him. He wants the woman to be healthy or something.

But he's just a doctor. Performing the task of someone who pays it is very large.

"He's feverish and exhausted."

"Just do what needs to be done."

"Good."

Tian exits the room, on the side of the door, he calls a female servant to look after Arshila.

The doctor had already done his job, before leaving he gave some medicine to the housemaid.

"Give this medicine to her, taken after meals. He should also take vitamins, just once a day."

"Okay, doctor."

"In the meantime, let him rest, don't do any work."

"I understand, doctor."

After the doctor left, the maid called her name, Ica. Start, compress Arshila.

Ica knows a little about Dave's life, she's been working in this house for a long time. Clarissa's death changed her master's personality.

Since Arshila's arrival in this house, Ica began to speculate herself. Because, he already knew who the woman who was lying down was at this moment. Her belief about Arshila grew stronger, as Dave slammed Arshila's phone in the room.

Lady, patience! Ica muttered, who was stomping on Arshila's head.

All the servants in this house already know, Arshila's status. They did not want to comment, let alone interfere. Simply, carry out the order by covering the mouth and ears. Some of them were quite pity, a woman who dreamed of becoming a mistress, it turned out that the abyss of death was waiting to pull her down to the bottom.

Strong, Miss! We know, it's not your fault.

Ica continued to accompany Arshila, without budging a bit. That lady. Still asleep until the afternoon.

"Miss,"

"I'm thirsty."

Ica immediately gave him a glass of water. Then, Arshila gulped it down. Then, back to lying down.

"Did Miss feel better?"

"I just feel a little dizzy and my body feels crumpled, let alone my legs."

"I'll scold him."

"Don't do that. Don't touch my feet."

"It's okay, Miss."

Ica began to knead both of Arshila's legs painstakingly.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Ica, Miss."

"Have you worked here for a long time?"

"Long enough, Miss. My mother and I worked in the main house. Then, the young master had his own home. So, mother asked me to follow the young master."

Ica lowered her head, trying to find an opening to divert the conversation. No way, he opened his mouth to things that should not be talked about in this house.

"Miss, I almost forgot." Ica got up from the top of the bed, picked up something on the sofa. "Sir Yus, give this." Ica handed me a new phone.

"This is for me?"

"Yes, Miss. Your old phone, already taken Mr. Yus, said it would be repaired."

"really? Thank goodness! I still need my old phone."

Sorry, Miss. Don't expect that thing again.

"Miss, do you need anything? I'm going downstairs, to report that you're up."

"No, I don't need anything. You go get some rest. I'm really sorry, because it's been a hassle."

"Together, Miss."

"Oh, yes. Has Dave come home yet?"

"No, Miss. Maybe, tonight."

"All right, thank you."

Ica came out of the room, her footsteps seemed unwilling to leave.

Strong, Miss. I hope we can meet again. After this, you will live alone in this house.

Downstairs, Ica told the butler. Arshila is awake.

Mr. Yus, immediately ask the house chef to prepare dinner. As Dave's instructions. Arshila will receive a special service like a great mistress. Because, tomorrow, this privilege will disappear. There will only be darkness and silence in this house.

The chef has started cooking the main menu. Some of them make desserts and fruit juices.

After, tell Mr. Yus. Ica knocked on Dave's office door on the second floor.

"How's it?"

"He's awake, sir."

"Then?"

"He complained, his body ached and both his legs. He also still expects his old phone to be fixed."

"The others?"

"He asked if you'd gone home or not."

"Haha...." Dave's laughter broke the tension in the room. "Will he complain to me? Want to get attention. Hahaha...it's so funny!!"

Ica shuddered in horror, laughter that had a certain meaning.

"After dinner. You guys, all back to the villa. Except, you're ica. You're back in my mother's house, but remember not to say anything. If, he asks, tell me I have a new maid."

"Good, Sir."

"Wait!" Ica twisting body. "Give me some information, if my mom's gonna come here. Understood!"

"I understand, Sir."

Dinner is on the table. So many menus, that Arshila was confused to eat them.

"Sir Yus, is this all for me?"

"Yes, Miss. The young master advised us to prepare nutritious meals. Young master, already knowing you're sick, he'll be back soon tonight."

"Thank you, sorry to bother."

"It's okay, Miss."

Arshila began to enjoy her dinner, only one bribe, she put her spoon back.

"Can't you guys accompany me?" he said, to the servants who stood straight beside the table.

"Sorry, Miss. We can't do it."

Arshila got up from her seat, pulling the servants' hands one by one to sit one table with her.

"Miss, please don't do this!" One of the servants stood up.

"This one time, please. This food is too much and I feel lonely, if I eat alone. Sit down, Dave's not home, don't be afraid."

Of course, the servants did not directly accept Arshila's request. They stared, Mr. Yus asked for approval. The butler nodded his head in response.

Finally, Arshila was able to eat without feeling lonely. The servants sat with him, even though they were eating without making a sound. Once in a while, Arshila asked about the name and the length of time they worked in this house.

The incident at the dinner table, of course, is known to Dave from the monitor screen, where he is. Staring sharply with an unknown expression.

"Purely! You are too hypocritical!! Show your kindness to everyone, but it won't hold me."