The Revenge of the President

Chapter 36. Die away

Time keeps turning non-stop. For a month, Arshila lived with Dave as a wife but lived like a maid.

Dave's threat, that time inevitably, makes Arshila must accept his fate. Working without pay and receiving harsh treatment. Slap and hair that is plowed, has become his daily food. The man, never content to torment her.

Arshila's body began to take care, face paled without the slightest makeup polish. Hair is disheveled and unkempt. In fact, slowly the beautiful hair first, began to fall out, as a result of the hand that always pulled it violently.

Every night, he would cry for his life. Cuddled in the room, alone. Not having a cell phone, to just exchange news with his best friends. Maybe, far away they'll wonder, because he just disappeared.

It was still dark, but he had to get up as early as possible, to work. Double the amount of work, from the other servants.

Clean all rooms, wipe glass, clean floors. Not to mention, the laundry is piling up.

Arshila had already washed her face, tying her hair with the origin without combing it first. If noticed, his appearance now, was already very similar to a maid. But, they still had a salary to buy their necessities. Doesn't seem.

He entered an empty room, opening the curtains and windows. Clean all furniture and bedding. Finished, he wiped the glass window, then switched to cleaning the bathroom. The time spent cleaning one room is about 30 minutes. Meanwhile, there are still six rooms, including Dave's room.

One room at a time, he had cleaned it. He'll clean Dave's room, after the guy goes to work. He tried to avoid it, even though he knew, the man always deliberately sought it to vent his frustration.

It was only eight in the morning that the other servants began to perform their respective duties. Because, the man was still sleeping, Arshila went to the laundry room to continue her work.

"Sister, Shi. Breakfast first."

Every morning, Ica would remind him to have breakfast. If not, he'll just miss it.

"A little while, again."

Arshila divided some of the laundry and put it in the machine, Once the machine worked, she walked towards the kitchen for breakfast.

As always, chefs will always cook their favorite meals, whether breakfast or lunch and dinner.

In this house, there were still people who cared about him, despite not saying it directly.

"Thank you" he said to one of the chefs staring at him. He just lowered his head while smiling.

Arshila begins to eat in a hurry, as she knows Dave is about to come down. He immediately gulped water up the toilet and ran back to the laundry room.

"Where is he?" ask Dave, who's been sitting at the dinner table.

"In the laundry room, sir."

"Tell me to clean my room and open Clarissa's room, it's been locked for too long. Let him clean it up."

"Good, Sir."

Lin's mother had told him the next job, but in the laundry room he was not finished. While waiting for the washing machine to work, Arshila was already in Dave's room to clean up. While the man was in the bathroom, he hurried to finish it.

The hand was burly, pulling Arshila's waist to get closer. The smell of shampoo came out of Dave's body.

"You here, baby?"

The soft voice, which had once been heard from the man's mouth in front of him, now felt terrifying in his hearing. No heartbeat, when their skin touches. Merely, there remained a sense of trauma and fear that spread throughout his body.

"Java!"

Her hair was pulled back, almost falling down.

"Absolute, Dave. It hurts!! Please, release!"

"illness?" Huh!!"

I just pulled your hair, but you're in pain. What about Clarissa who's covered in blood in front of you? Do you know how much pain it is?

Dave took the belt, landed on Arshila's back.

"Yeah!! Sick, please forgive me!"

Arshila grimaced in pain, shedding tears, begging to be forgiven. But, Dave who had dark eyes, did not care at all. She had to retaliate, the pain her fiance was experiencing. Pain due to injury and bleeding due to miscarriage.

"It hurts!! Dave, please stop me, please! Hicks ... hicks...."

"Death!" Dave is back to whipping.

"Master, stop!"

Dave turned his head, then threw away his belt just like that.

Mother Lin approached the already unconscious Arshila. Blood was seen from behind his clothes.

"Don't call him that!" snapped Dave.

"Master, have mercy on him! Enough, load him up on homework, don't torture him like this."

"Shut up!! Get him out!"

Mother Lin exited the room, called some servants to help, lifting Arshila up. But, at the right time, Tian appeared.

"Secretary, please!"

Tian did not understand, but followed Mother Lin's footsteps in Dave's room.

"God. She why?"

Tian turned his back, Arshila's body was covered in blood and unconscious. Without, asking again, Tian immediately picked it up.

"Call the doctor."

The servants, throwing their faces, could not bear to look at Arshila who was now carried by Tian. Meanwhile, Ica was already crying, even following Tian's steps towards Arshila's room.

"Miss, hiks .. hiks ... be aware!"

"Let's undress, the doctor's coming soon."

Ica was still crying, slowly undressing Arshila.

"Oh, God! Miss, hiks .. hiks ..."

The wounds were filled with blood, making Ica's body feel pained. The trail Dave made, printed clearly from his back, arms and face. It must be painful, very painful. Why is the lord so hearty? Ica was covered in tears, so was Lin's mother.

"You, move. Let the doctor check."

Ica and Mother Lin retreated, giving the doctor room to check.

"I have to clean the wound, help me, take off all the clothes."

The two nodded, then undressed all the clothes, leaving only the interior.

"What do you want to do?"

A scream echoed in front of the door, a voice filled with emotion filled Dave's throat. He pulls the rude doctor Heru to get out of the room.

"Sir, I just want to clean the wound."

"By taking off his shirt? I won't let you touch it. Now, go."

"Master, Miss is seriously injured. The wound must be treated before infection. Let the doctor do his job."

"Diamamm!!" Dave stared intently at Mother Lin, a gaze filled with flames.

"Go, and call the female doctor."

"Good, Sir."

Doctor Heru, leave in annoyance, but dare not show it. He grabbed his cell phone, called a female doctor.

Inside the room, Dave covers Arshila's body with a blanket. He lifted to carry it in his room. Her steps were followed by Tian, Ica and Mother Lin.

"Dump this!" Dave throws a blanket. "Why did you give her that thin blanket?" questions addressed to Mother Lin.

"Sorry, Sir. I'll replace it."

Mother Lin could only apologize, whereas everything that concerned Arshila was an order from her.

"Master, ...."

"Not now, Tian!"

"Sorry, Sir."

Tian wanted to give advice, but apparently the man, already knew his point.

Meanwhile, Dave was peeling with anger that had not subsided. Fuckin' shit! For example, his wife's body was touched by someone else. Although, there is no love, but only he has the right to touch Arshila's body. Either a touch of love or torture. Only, he's someone who can touch or torture him.