The Revenge of the President

Chapter 51. Seeking allies

Dave had woken up, as usual he only saw pillows and blankets on the sofa. They had been in the room for two days, but did not greet each other. At night, he would let Arshila sleep there, without saying anything. So does Arshila, who as such considers her to be non-existent.

The bathroom door opened, looking like Arshila had just finished a shower. He was wearing clothes, but wrapped his hair in a towel.

"Prepare the bath for me."

Arshila did not answer, but she went back into the bathroom. Dave followed, quickly.

"Let'soo!!" Arshila.

Dave was bare-chested in front of him. Arshila retreated slowly until she hit the wall.

"Until when are you going to ignore me?" Dave's two hands have landed on the wall, locked his wife inside. "Is this the kind of life you want?"

"Certify me!" Arshila replied with her head bowed. He was still afraid, but somehow the answer came out of his mouth.

Dave's jaw turned hard, the mood that this morning felt peaceful, became full of anger. A divorce? Hah, don't dream, mumble, then pull his wife's hand violently out of the bathroom.

"Divorce?" Dave throws Arshila's body over the bed. "I'll never let you go. Hate me as you please or your whole life. But, I'll never let you go."

Arshila was silent, not daring to answer. He just bit his lips when Dave was on top of him.

"Don't even think about divorcing or leaving me, Arshila!"

Brakes. The bathroom door is closed.

Arshila breathed a sigh of relief, as Dave left. He wiped away his tears, which had dripped. Every speech and action of Dave, made his body tremble in fear. So as to make him, not fight and can only obey, so that he can be free from the grip of the man quickly.

Arshila who was already feeling calm, got up from her position. Then arrange her hair that has been broken. Quickly, she prepared her husband's clothes to go to work. Brown suit, plus black tie.

He chose to sit in front of the dressing table, dry his hair and polish his face with a care cream. Simple things that make him feel better.

The bathroom door was already open, using only a towel, Dave walked over to his wife. The scent of shampoo burst out and water droplets fell from her wet hair.

"Where's my clothes?"

Arshila just pointed at him, the clothes were on the bed.

Emhhh!!!

"Jawab properly dear, otherwise your lips will run out."

Dave grinned, as he let go of Arshila's lips.

"Help me!!" Return to rule in his cold tone.

Arshila, according to her, helped Dave wear clothes. In fact, he closed his eyes and looked away, when the husband's towel fell on the floor.

Dave's burly hand, grabbing Arshila's waist. Close up their bodies, just a few inches away their lips meet.

"From now on, I'll reimburse you. If you go home later, you're still mute, I'll totally eat your lips out. Like this!"

Uhmhhh!! Dave****** Arshila's lips, long enough to make his wife almost out of breath.

"Now, you know, the punishment. So, be nice!"

Dave laughed loosely, passing by until lost behind the door. Meanwhile, Arshila froze in place. What's up, this? It seemed, something was wrong with her, muttering as she touched her lips.

Downstairs, the dishes are on the dining table. Various menus to choose from, but Dave only took a sandwich and a glass of juice.

"Good morning, Ma."

Arshila pulled up the chair next to Rachel.

"Morning, baby."

They enjoyed breakfast, accompanied by silence. Only the sound of spoons and forks clashing on the plate.

"I'm leaving."

Dave said goodbye to his mother, he just stared at Arshila for a moment before walking away.

"You're prepared. Today you have a cooking class."

"Good, Ma."

***

"Mom go first, yeah!"

Mom left, after Nadia and Dimas left for work. He took a taxi to Antara Group.

Parked, mom asked for a taxi to wait. He approached a security officer.

"Good morning, sir. I'm sorry, I'd like to ask you where is Santara's address?"

The security guard did not immediately reply, he watched the mother closely.

"I mean mother?"

"Look sir, the lady told me to drop off the goods at the company. A few minutes ago, he asked to drive her home. But I don't know the address. Wanted to ask, afraid madam was angry."

The security guard understands the condition of the mother. He understood very well how the nature of the great mistress was.

I thanked him and said goodbye, after getting the address given by the security guard.

Just 10 minutes away, my mother arrived at a house surrounded by a high fence. In front of the gate, there was a security guard sitting in a small building.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I want to meet Miss Santara."

"Mother's name, who?"

"Just tell me, I'm a witness to his daughter's accident."

"Mom's a moment."

The security guard, back at his place, to report by phone.

"alright. Mom please come in."

The gate is open, mother walks in. He was greeted with a green expanse of grass, shady trees but not high. There are some flowers with large florets, growing in between.

This luxury is not over, when the mother stared at the three-story mansion, with white paint dominating this house.

Whoa! How majestic. If I had a house this big.

The mother's imagination stopped, when her gaze met the owner of the house. The woman noticed him, as if she was judging his appearance.

"What business is it, looking for me?" Without further ado, Clarissa's mother immediately asked. In fact, do not allow the mother to enter the house.

"Include Madam, I was a witness at the time."

"Continue?"

"Look, Madam. I'd like to tell you something important, about the perpetrator who ran over Madam's daughter.."

"Listen, I don't want to hear anything. My daughter is dead and the perpetrator has been punished. I don't want to go any further, because it's useless. So, please go!" throw out Clarissa's mother, who was actually lazy to face the woman. He was sure such a woman, came to ask for money by using her daughter as an excuse.

"Mrs, Madam. Listen to me first!" mother Dimas shouted, as Clarissa's mother moved into the house. "This lady is about your daughter-in-law, Mr. Dave," Yelling because the owner of the house has gone inside.

Clarissa's mother stopped, she turned and returned.

"Mrs, please listen to me. I didn't ask for anything in return, I did, out of consideration as a fellow mother."

"Whatchu mean? Don't be convoluted."

"Look, Madam. The culprit who hit your daughter, seduced your daughter-in-law, even reportedly they live together."

Clarissa's mother took a few steps forward, staring intently at the woman who was about the same age as her.

"Dave lives with the killer. Are you playing me?" snapped it.

"No, Mistress. I mean. Madam may have forgotten about the woman, but I didn't. Because of him, it almost knocked out my son. The woman lives with Mr. Dave, even the waiter there calls her miss. I don't know what status he has, so the servants are so respectful to him."

Clarissa's mother's blood rippled in anger. Although, his daughter is dead, he is not willing if the prospective son-in-law of his conglomerate has a new companion in his place.

For Clarissa's mother, Dave was a source of money that helped them with the company's cooperation. In addition, the status and name of the son-in-law made him increasingly known and respected by his social friends.

What happens if this news gets out. Dave is at home with a woman who's obliterating his daughter's future. He is not willing, not at all willing.