The Revenge of the President

Chapter 4 Dilemma

Tian was now driving his vehicle, heading towards the workshop that Dimas' mother meant. In the back seat, Dave sat with his head propped up while closing his eyes.

“We've arrived, Mr.”

Dave was awake, his gaze staring out. A workshop that is not too large, some parking motors with conditions are being repaired by a mechanic.

“Excuse me, we want to meet the owner of the workshop.” Tian greeted a mechanic.

“There inside, please come in.”

Dave walked in front, followed by Secretary Tian behind him.

“Sorry, can I help you?”

A man, with clothes smudged with oil stain approached them.

“We are looking for the owner of the workshop.”

“That's me, Sir. My name is Gery, what is it?”

Secretary Tian directly handed over a business card. Gery accepted it, widening his eyes for a moment.

“What's Dimas right fixing his car here?” ask Dave.

“True, Sir. Dimas brought his vehicle at night, to be repaired. He said his wife had been hit by a cat, so his car dented in front.”

“Cats?” Dave's anger is back on the hook.

“Can we see his car?”

“Please, come with me. Coincidentally the car, later in the afternoon just taken.”

Gery walks next to Dave and Tian's secretary. A sedan, from the 2000s, is black. Gery opens the car door, letting two strangers notice the condition of the vehicle.

When he finished, Secretary Tian said goodbye. In the car, Dave waits by massaging the base of his pointed nose.

You assume, my wife, a cat.

“Tian, take the road to home Dimas.”

“Good, Mr.”

Secretary Tian changed course, then drove back to his car. Only about 10 meters away Dimas house and his subscription workshop. Tian lowered his speed, as he approached a grey painted house.

Dave looked outwards, looking as if the woman who had met him this morning was peeling fruit, in front of him sat a woman with a protruding belly.

“Stop.”

Tian stopped the car, right in front of the house.

Dave was still watching the two women, his eyes locked on a woman enjoying the fruit, while getting a massage on her shoulder.

You seem to live like a queen, while my wife is in the grave.

“Street.”

Tian started the engine, then resumed their journey.

“Give the woman, to the police. I can't do anything to her, if she's pregnant.”

“Good, Mr.”

***

On the porch of the house, the mother peels the fruit for her daughter-in-law and occasionally gets up massaging her shoulders.

“Not need, bu.” Arshila felt bad, as Dimas' mother massaged her shoulder

“It's okay, you've been tired all this time. Let me make it up to you.”

Arshila was still unfamiliar with her new in-laws attitude, today the middle-aged woman cooked for her, peeling the fruit and letting it rest in the room.

In the courtyard of the house, Dimas had just returned home. Park the motorbike while smiling to see the harmony of the two women he loved.

“Home home, Son. Sit here, accompany your wife, let me make you tea.”

Dimas grabbed his mother's hand, then kissed her.

“Thanks, bu.”

The mother simply smiled at her son, then walked inside the house. Before long, she came out with a cup of tea and put it on the table. Dimas grabbed his glass, had not had time to sip it, a police car entered their yard.

DEG, UH,

Dimas was nervous, his hands were trembling, almost dropping his glass. He looked at his mother and wife in turn.

“What's true, this is the home of sister Arshila Syarenna?”

“True. What is it gonna take, sir?” Dimas replied, confused by the police looking for his wife instead of him.

“Ap ... what?” Arshila flinched, as did Dimas.

“Sorry, Sir. Can you explain, what is this really? Why would you bring my wife?”

Police in full uniform immediately handed out arrest warrants to Dimas. The man read it, then widened his eyes.

“Wait, Sir. There must be some mistake. I ...”

“Dimas, silence you.” Mom quickly cut off her son's words.

The police took Arshila, put handcuffs on both hands. The woman looked back with tears.

“Mas, help me. Actually, what's this?”

“You wait, Mas will get you out.”

Arshila nodded, then got into the car. Dimas snatched his motorbike key, about to follow the police car. But, mother

intercepting his son's steps.

“You Where are you?’

“Following Shila, mom. He's innocent, the witness from the company must be wrong. Dimas will get there and fix it.”

“Hoh, would you like to confess? Then, what about your mother and sisters?”

“Bu, please don't start again.”

“If you confess your deeds, then mom will come to jail with you.”

“Mean mother, what?”

“Mother is a witness of your company. Mother who said, Arshila has run over the future wife of your company leader.”

“Mother," snapped Dimas, “why is mom so hearty? She's pregnant, ma'am. How can you send my wife to jail. Mom did it on purpose, just because mom didn't like it.”

“Mother just saved our family.”

“Saving? At the expense of my wife?” Dimas clenched his hand. “Sorry, Dimas can't, ma'am. She's my wife and pregnant with my son.”

Dimas stepped back, towards his bike.

“Well, before you go, I remind you, one word of truth comes out of your mouth, then your mother will replace Arshila in prison.”

Dimas flicked his steps, looking away at his mother.

“Why did mom do this to me?” yell Dimas.

“This is for your good, choose your mother or wife who will go to jail.”

Mother stepped inside the house, leaving Dimas still staring, staring intently at her.

Dimas sat on the terrace floor, shuffling his hair in frustration. He felt confused, had to choose because the two women were very important to him.

The mother who slammed the bones, sent her, after, her father died. Mother went around selling her wares, not paying attention to the scorching sun and the rain that hit.

The middle-aged woman had even been a laundry worker for her neighbor. Collecting rupiah, so that Dimas can have a higher education and change their lives after work.

But what about Arshila? The woman who is his wife and pregnant. The woman, who knows nothing, replaces Dimas in prison.

Dropped dimas weak, he could not choose. If he confessed, his mother would be dragged away because of false testimony. But,...?

Dimas' mother came back to her son.

"Dimas, forgive mom. Please, understand mother's situation."

"But what about my wife, ma'am? She's pregnant, ma'am."

"Dimas, trust in mom. Arshila will only get a light sentence. Mom told them that Arshila was contracting in the car, so she didn't accidentally."

"But, ...."

"If she gives birth in prison, she will take care of your child until she is free. Until then, I promise you I'll treat her well. In fact, if you want to live independently, I'll agree."

Dimas was silent, digesting his mother's words that sounded reasonable.

"But, mom. Arshila can't drive a car. If you get caught how?"

"Be, witness with mother. That way, they'll trust us."

"What?" Dimas. "How could you ask that of me? Arshila could hate me."

"Dimas, think if you are now, being there is not your wife. Your boss will probably kill you right away, unlike your pregnant wife, they won't do anything to her."

Mother again put an attack on her son's mind. Meanwhile, Dimas was still mute with his head bowed.