The Revenge of the President

Chapter 48. A name

In the morning, the sun was rising. In the arms of a man, a woman lay in tears.

"Cla, I miss you."

It hurt, the man touched her forcefully, but mentioned another woman's name. Over and over again, Arshila doctrinates her feelings in order to ignore all. It was hard, a bond that began with love, he thought, was only a punishment.

Arshila let go of Dave's embrace, enduring the sobs and pains all over her body. I don't know how many times, Dave did it because Arshila's body feels crumpled at this time.

Warm water, wetting the whole body. Tears are still falling, along with water droplets on the floor.

Every minute, I hate you more and more. This ill-fated relationship, when will it end?

Arshila looked at her face in the mirror. It's sad how Dave's face smiled at him last night, kissed gently, and apologized sincerely.

But, uh,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Smear forehead. "I love you so much, Clarissa!"

A name that was somehow, very difficult to erase from the man's memory. A name, softly uttered, was like stabbing his heart inward.

Until the end, the name is still spoken. Where Dave kissed his forehead, then fell asleep while hugging him tightly.

Arshila had cleaned her body, came out using a towel. Meanwhile, Dave was still fast asleep.

Sit back in front of the mirror, with a face. She dried her hair, and then immediately put on clothes.

There's no point, crying over what happened. He could only accept and assume everything was fine.

"Good morning. Ma." Arshila pulled up a chair, sitting opposite Rachel at the dining table.

"Good morning. What happened to your face? Are you crying?"

"It's okay. I'm fine, all right."

"Don't hide anything, Shi. I've said it before, tell me, what's going on?"

"Really, Mom. Nothing happened. I did cry last night, but not because of Dave. I'm just thinking about my daughter." Arshila.

"If you want your daughter. Mama can help you get custody."

"No need, Ma. I can handle this."

Arshila was trying hard, how could she take her daughter to live with her? Meanwhile, his life is now at the edge of the abyss. One step, can make it fall to the bottom. After all, Nadin did not recognize her as a mother. He's just a stranger, who's gonna freak out his daughter.

After, breakfast. Arshila and Lin's mother left the house for the beauty salon. In this place, they spend a lot of time. Treatment is not just for the face, but from the tip of the hair to the feet.

"It's noon, Lin's mother. Where else should we go?"

"We're going home, miss. There's a tutor at home waiting."

Arshila walked first, out of the salon. Accidentally, someone nudged him, almost falling down.

"Do you have no eyes?" The middle-aged woman, snapped with a cynical look.

"Mrs. You are first." Mother Lin interrupted.

"What did you say?" Forward one step. "I can keep you in jail. Now, apologize."

"We won't do it and we don't recognize you at all." Mother Lin gave way for Arshila, to leave immediately. But, it seemed like the middle-aged woman was deliberately looking for trouble.

Plaque.

The slap landed on Lin's mother's face, making Arshila flinch. But the next second, Mother Lin countered even harder, even making the woman's body, waver from her position.

"You, you fucking waitress! Look, I'll get back at you."

"Please, Mistress. I'm not afraid, here's my phone number, please call."

Mother Lin was still the only time to smile, as if intentionally provoking the woman's anger.

"Mother Lin, are you okay? I'm sorry."

"You're innocent, Miss. It's my job to protect you."

"I'm sorry, for always troubling you and the other waiters."

Arshila felt very inferior, in front of everyone. Although, his status is recognized as Alehandra's son-in-law, but that's not enough for him, as long as Dave himself does not acknowledge their marriage. So did he, who already had no taste.

"Welcome, Miss."

It turns out that their arrival has been welcomed by Mr. Yus and the waiter.

"Thank you, but you better not have to." Smile, then step inside the house.

The two reached out and said their names.

"You can start, I have to finish some things."

Rachel walked away from them, walking towards Dave's study, where Lin's mother was waiting.

"What happened today?"

"Everything went well, ma'am. It seems, young lady loves this treatment. But, it looks like there will be a problem coming soon."

"What problem?"

"We met Miss Fira, at the salon. He was deliberately looking for trouble by nudging the young miss."

"Huh! That woman, it turns out. Then?"

"It seems, he doesn't recognize the young miss."

"of course. You think he'll be grieving constantly. He didn't have time to think about it. That woman, too busy spending her husband's money."

"Then, what if he makes trouble. It would be dangerous if he recognized the lady."

"Don't think about it! I'll take care of it. You're quite focused, on my son-in-law."

"Good, Mistress. Then excuse me."

"Wait!"

"Yes, Madam."

"Did you reply?" From earlier, Rachel noticed Lin's mother, something was clearly imprinted there. "Your face!"

"Oh." Mother Lin smiled, holding her cheek "Don't worry, Madam. My punch is still as it used to be."

"Goodoo. I like your ferocity. Increase it!"

"Thank you, Madam."

Rachel's still sitting in her son's office. This room, it looked different, after all the photos were taken down. On the table there is no more. It seemed, the son was already earnest to start a new leaf.

His mind went back, to Lin's mother's words.

"Just look, touch my daughter-in-law. I'll defoliate you!"

Annoyed himself, with thoughts running through his head.

"To the workroom."

"Okay, Madam."

Rachel disconnected the phone.

Htc .. tok ...tok....

"Lake in."

Mr. Yus has sat down, after being invited.

"You've already taken it?"

"Here you go, madam." Pak Yus gave me an object, small in shape.

"Goodoo. Thank ye. Did Dave say anything?"

"The young master just asked, about last night, was he drunk and who drove him in the room?"

"In addition, what did you catch from the look on his face?"

"She looks mediocre, Madam. Maybe, for not remembering, what happened last night. So, it seems, nothing happened."

"I'll know, something happened or not." Rachel grabbed that thing. "If he forgets, I'll hit him in the head until he wakes up."

"Good, Mistress.. Excuse me first."

Downstairs, Arshila begins studying at the tutor's direction. This time, they sat at the table. Various dishes have been presented, as well as complete cutlery without exception.

"Miss, today. You will learn how to use cutlery correctly and when exactly it is used. In other words, it's called Table Manner."

Arshila took a deep breath. This time, the time spent will be longer. Why eat only, have rules? In fact, he just uses his hands or a spoon, then the problem is solved.

After all, for what he learned all this, if his marriage was to end soon.