The Revenge of the President

Chapter 32. He changed

Arshila had given up, to wait for Dave in front of the room. Ica's persuasion made it, working in the laundry room as per Lin's mother's orders. He worked alone, without any help from other fellow servants.

So much pile of laundry, which should be washed immediately. Moreover, the sun was getting hotter. Dave's clothes, Arshila's been separated, from the rest of the pile. The man, only lives alone, so his clothes are not much.

The mountainous ones, of course the sheets of all the rooms, are replaced every two days. Window and door curtains, all over the house. Not to mention, table mats with small to large sizes.

"Sister, Shi. Eat first, it's almost past."

Arshila nodded, then followed Ica's steps.

In the back room, there was already a waiter-only dining table. Home cooks not only cook for the host, but also with the servants. Although, there were several different menus, as their master was very picky.

Arshila took the plate, there were already two different vegetable and fish dishes. There is chicken and the claw, which is cooked with spicy seasoning. Arshila swallowed the saliva, looking at her favorite food. Without waiting for long, he immediately moved it on his side.

The servants, it was not hearty to sit down with him. After all, he was their master, though not considered.

Arshila began to eat voraciously, hunger like making her forget her current pain. Their rest time was only one hour, so everyone rushed to get back to work.

Arshila put all the sheets in the washing machine. There are four washing machines, in the loundry room. So, shorten and simplify the work. She then sat down to rub her husband's clothes. Because, Lin's mother told Dave's clothes to be washed by hand instead of a machine.

She held up her white shirt, hugged it, let her sense of smell work, felt the scent of her husband's body clinging to it. Missed you! His inner self was agonizing, remembering Dave's words and promises to him.

I believe you're not like that. I'm sure you're different than before. Arshila holds a wedding ring, which hangs around her neck.

Slowly all of Dave's clothes, started to be rubbed with a special soap. He separated the white and colored clothes before. It was quite draining, even though the clothes were not too much.

It was late afternoon, Arshila had already finished her work. Now just hang it. He took pains to lift the laundry basket. No one dared to lend a helping hand.

From a distance, Dave watched her with a cynical smile.

"What did he do today?"

"He's looking for you, sir."

"Then?"

"He gave up, after Ica persuaded him."

"Let him see me tonight. But, don't tell him, if I'm home."

"Good, Sir."

At seven o'clock in the night, Arshila lay in her new room. Closing your eyes, just tiring. The room light was dim, making both eyes so heavy.

"Where is he?"

Dave watched the waiters standing up to greet him for dinner.

"Rest, sir," replied Ica with her head lowered

"Call him here."

Ica hastened away. He knocked on Arshila's door but there was no answer. He chooses to enter, not wanting to, making Dave wait a long time.

"Sister Shi, get up."

"What's up, Ca?" Arshila answered without opening her eyes.

"Young master, look for you."

As Arshila's eyes widened, she immediately got up and ran towards the dining room.

"Dave."

Arshila smiled at him, but the warm gaze he gave was unrequited. The eyes, the man had turned cold, there was no love in it.

"Dave."

Arshila stepped up, wrapping both her hands around her husband's waist. Anger that is buried during the day, like a vaporized without a trace.

"Deliver!" Dave pushed his body. "Never touch me, remember your status, just the waiter in this house."

Deg. Arshila's heart throbbed, Dave's speech was like an arrow, which suddenly stuck in her chest.

"So, it's true you made me a maid. Butwhy? Why?" Arshila was half screaming.

"Why? Haha...." Dave walks around Arshila's body. "Think of it yourself."

"Then, how did you feel all this time? Is that fake?" Arshila's voice trembled, as it held back the cries. Her tears had fallen.

"This world, realistic. Do you think a rich and honorable man would marry an inmate who had nothing? Look atyou! You've even become a second-hand, someone else. Don't read too many Cinderella stories. Men and women of equal standing, will look for an equal partner."

Arshila bit her lips, trying to hold back her crying voice. Look atyou! Dave's words were so piercing and so insulting to him.

"Who are you really?"

"Haha...." Dave laughed off. "It's not a little late, honey. Supposedly, you asked me that before your foot stepped in."

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't know you and we don't have a grudge."

Aaaahh!! Dave pulled Arshila's hair. He grimaced in pain, not only the pain of his hair being pulled over, but his heart as well.

"I've asked you to think. Why do you keep asking?"

"What do you want?"

Dave threw his body violently.

"Easy, I want to see you die slowly."

"If you want my life, why not just kill me. Like this!" Arshila pointed a knife at her neck, which she grabbed on the dining table.

"It's too easy, baby!"

Dave notices Arshila's neck is scratched and blood starts to come out. He tried to act calm, even though both his hands were clenched.

"Speak finish! After you die, I'll make your little daughter catch up. You can get together, haven't you been able to meet her all this time."

Arshila widened, her body shaky as if she had lost a crutch. He dropped a knife on the floor and Dave quickly kicked it.

He sat down weakly on the floor, his tears streaming with the sound of tears breaking. Not a word came out of his mouth.

"Remember, Arshila. Don't do anything stupid, or your daughter will accept the consequences and don't test my patience because I have a minus value in that."

"I hate you!"

Arshila replied with a sharp look.

The tension at the dining table, finally finished. After that, Dave left, leaving Arshila who was still sitting on the floor crying.

The woman, banging her chest because she felt tight. The sound of crying that from earlier bothered to be held, finally broke until it echoed in the room.

What wrong? Why do you have heart? I should not have believed you. Regret always comes too late, although presumptuous, time will not be able to back down.

Arshila who was still sobbing, walked grubbyly towards her room. Ignoring the servants, who looked at him with pity.

He hugged both of his legs on the bed, crying nonstop. Dave's humiliation that humbled him, lingered in his mind. Look atyou! Men who have the position will choose women who are equal to him.

I was just weak and lonely, so easily persuaded by the word love. The figure that is always there every time I need it, who will not be destroyed. Thank you for showing me your true face before I drowned.