The Revenge of the President

Chapters. 42. Tell me, aren't you??

Arshila was now sitting leaning back in the treatment room, reading some of the books Ellino had given her. The man said goodbye, because he had to take some of the mother's belongings.

Mother Lin still faithfully accompanied, despite being asked to go home a few times, the middle-aged woman balked. Reason is not hearty and has become his duty, a powerful weapon to silence the lady.

"Miss, what kind of book do you like to read?" Lin's mother took the book, read the title on the cover.

"I love to read novels, and magazines about exploration that contain photos of natural scenery out there. I used to dream of taking a vacation." Arshila smiled, then went back to reading the novel in her hands.

The sound of the door of the room opening, someone walked in without excuse not even knocking on the door before. Arshila looked up, a woman with a mixed level of indo and western. Yellowish wavy hair, drooping down.

"Good afternoon, Madam."

The sound of Lin's mother greeting and saluting, Arshila suspected the woman in front of her was Dave's mother, though her face looked young and energetic.

"What's your name?"

Without further ado, Rachel watched Arshila from bottom to top.

"I'm Arshila, Madam." Arshila put the book near her.

"I'm Dave's mother and your mother-in-law. Call me mama!" Strict and intimidating voice.

Arshila slightly flinched, looked at Rachel, then looked at Lin's mother who was behind the big madam, who was nodding her head at her.

"Sorry, Madam. I don't deserve it, anyway Dave never considered me his wife."

There was a look of sadness, as the sentence slid, but that was the reality. Dave never considered her a wife.

"Well!" Rachel sighed, sitting on the sofa a short distance away from the patient's bed. "You're too weak and I don't like it. Before, Clarissa was the same as you. But, he was so spoiled and boring." Rachel took a sip of the tea that was still steamy, made by Lin's mother. "I want to have a daughter-in-law who can bite and help me eradicate the actor. Not just crying and committing suicide."

Arshila was silent, her heart was pinched with the words to look at the in-laws. True, he could only cry and take a shortcut, to end his life. All done, because it has no other choice and has nothing to fight.

"I am like this, Madam. After all, I don't have the strength to resist."

"You have the power baby, but you don't use it." Rachel returned Arshila's confused gaze. "Use your face and body and your brain."

Again a striking answer came out of the mouth of his mother-in-law. Somehow, how to describe the nature of this woman, sharp-mouthed, but Arshila felt comfortable with her speech.

"Sorry, Madam. I'm not as pretty as the woman in Dave's house. Anyway, I just want to be free of him."

Using his face and body, cih! Arshila was ashamed of her words. Dull face and filled with small pimples, thin body like a board, may fly if blown by the passing wind.

Rachel got up, stood on the side of the bed. Touching her daughter-in-law's face with her index finger, as if looking at all the flaws.

"Do you love my son?" half a whisper.

"Not anymore, Madam. I want to be free and get divorced from her."

If asked about feelings, Arshila will answer with certainty. All the love and feelings for the man, were completely gone, there was nothing left but hatred.

"I don't want to interfere with my son's problems. After, my husband comes home, I'll take you to my residence."

"But, Madam ...."

"Nothing, but-but, you're my son-in-law. If Dave divorces you then, I'll let you go."

Arshila swallowed the disappointment, the glimmer of hope that Dave's mother had brought to her was gone. The woman, not wanting to interfere and take him further drowned.

"Mother Lin." Rachel walked over, grabbed the bag on the couch. "I've asked Mr. Yus to come back. So, your job is now to be my assistant daughter-in-law."

"Okay, Madam."

Rachel walked out, with her jutek face.

Arshila just took a breath, speechless again. After, coming out of the tiger cage, he moved the cage somewhere. Is it the lioness or leopard that will greet her, at Dave's parents' residence?

"Miss, eat." Mother Lin gave a plate that contained the fruit that had been cut. "Do you want to eat something?"

"No, thank you."

"Miss, don't worry. The madam is nice, although she is a little firm and jutek. He must have treated you well."

"Not that, I expected. I just want to be free like I was. Work without getting involved in a relationship. What's the point, I'm staying with them. It's not gonna change anything, I mean the way Dave and I feel. He hates me, so do I. What do they expect from this wedding?"

Arshila stared out, as though some trees were swinging from the wind. He wanted to be there, sit without a burden and enjoy his life.

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, Lin's mother let them in, after answering from behind the door.

Grace appeared with a smile, behind her were three women dressed in white shirts and short black span skirts. They bowed in respect.

"Good afternoon, Miss."

"Good afternoon, Grace's manager."

"I ordered the madam, to prepare you clothes at the residence later. But, I need to measure your body."

"No need, manager. I still have a lot of clothes." Arshila refused subtly.

"I'm sorry, my lady. But, he said, if you answer like that, then he will ask the young master to do it."

Hearing that haunted sentence, Arshila immediately got up. Stand on the side of the bed obediently. Dave's name becomes a frightening specter for him, like a ghost who continues to terrorize without stopping.

Three women, behind Grace, quickly do their job. While two women who are a year old, throw each other a smile. Grace's words turned out to make Arshila obedient without asking or refusing again.

"You wait ahead!" grace's orders to the three women.

"What about the wound?" Questions were directed at Lin's mother.

"A period of healing, because of the infection. What's up?"

"Mrs asked me to do some face and body treatments. But, since the need hasn't healed yet, I'll put it off."

"What's? The treatments? For me? Why?" A barrage of questions quickly shot out of Arshila's mouth, even widening her eyeballs in shock.

"I'm just doing an order" Grace replied.

"Manager Grace, this is too much. You know, what my relationship with Dave is like. I don't need to get anything like that, because I'm not the wife her husband loves."

"Miss, Madam is just doing what she thinks is right. After all there is love or not, you are the daughter-in-law of the Alehandra family. It's appropriate, get something special."

Arshila was silent, not because she was at a loss for words, but all her words were in vain. Two women in front of him, must have a lot of stock to answer his question.

Brak!

The sound of the door opening loudly, all jumped up and turned their heads in the same direction. Men in suits, reddened faces and sharp eyes look at the woman who is sitting leaning on the patient's bed.

He stepped quickly with his breath up and down. Sitting right in front of Arshila, he clasped his shoulders, but the look in his eyes changed.

"Say! Aren't you the one? SAY!!!"