The Revenge of the President

Chapter 54. The message of the doom

Two days had passed, and Arshila was completely confined to the house. All his activities out there, diverted in the house. Starting from cooking classes, foreign language tutoring, computer tutoring, fashion tutoring, yoga classes, gymnastics, to facial and body care.

The library that he never visited, is now included in his list of daily activities. He had to read a book there every day, at a different time.

This morning, as usual, I woke up early. Fold the blanket and make a pillow, then arrange it on the sofa. He went in the bathroom, to clean the body.

On the bed, Dave was still asleep hugging the bolster. Since it's the weekend, Dave must be lounging around, after waking up. So, Arshila took the initiative to leave the room without waiting for her to wake up.

Downstairs, Lin's mother was already waiting. This morning there was a yoga class, so Arshila had to have breakfast first, before the yoga instructor came.

Arshila ate chicken porridge, which became her favorite. Drink a glass of milk, which is mandatory for him. In fact, he did not like the taste at all. But, in order for the affairs not to be prolonged, he could only comply.

Rachel's sitting at the dinner table. She will also take yoga classes to accompany her daughter-in-law.

After, the instructor came, they went up to the third floor.

In the room, Dave had just woken up. And again, find a blanket and pillow that has been arranged neatly on the sofa. He pulled out a blanket and walked into the bathroom.

"Good morning, sir."

Mr. Yus pulls up a chair, for Dave at the dining table.

"Where's my wife?" tanyanya, while taking a sandwich.

"Miss, it's on the third floor with the big lady. This morning, there's a yoga class."

"Call some people to get the couch out of my room."

"Good, Sir."

After breakfast, Dave returned to the room, to see the condition of the room after the sofa was taken out.

"Replace with wooden chairs and tables. Add, the bookshelf next to it."

"Good, Sir."

Everything was in line with Dave's wishes. Mr. Yus has also filled the shelves, with books from the library. The book, of course, has to be Arshila's taste, even though it's actually the books, Dave chose them.

At ten in the morning, Arshila and Rachel had already finished yoga. They sat in the middle room, enjoying a glass of juice that was almost finished.

"How are you feeling, Shi? Is it better?"

"Yes Ma."

"Good, go to the room and clean your body. Today, you're off, so take your time to rest."

"Alright, Ma. I'll go to the room first."

Arshila had already opened the door, walking straight to the bathroom. He did not notice the changing state of the room. Dave, who was sitting at the bedside, just stared at it at a glance.

Arshila was soaking in the bathtub, the thing she liked the most. He could close his eyes, as his body felt relaxed. After quite a while, he got up, wrapped a towel around his body and another towel was used to wrap his wet hair.

When he opened the door, he almost fell down in shock. Dave stood up straight, crossing his arms.

"Are you sleeping inside?"

"Sorry." Arshila retreated slowly, until she entered again.

"After finding a new home, you're getting bolder, Arshila." Dave's hand gripped his wife's chin, not caring about Arshila's grimacing face.

"I don't understand."

"I never gave you my phone number. I swear!" Arshila's feet trembled, her husband's eyeballs filled with anger, in her sight.

"You think I am, believe me! You should have protected her so much. You don't think your attitude, hurt my pride. I'm your husband, but you're protecting him in front of a crowd!" Dave half-screamed, pulling Asrhila's hand out of the bathroom, throwing her on the bed.

"I don't intend to do it. He's my friend, I don't want him to get hurt!"

Instead of subsiding, Arshila's answer made the husband more burned with anger.

That's grand! Protect your lover, in front of me!! Dave inside. He undressed, leaving only those that covered the bottom area.

"What do you want?" Arshila trembled more and more, he retreated to hit the corner of the bed.

"Of course, prove your point. Serve me!" Dave had climbed on the bed, forcibly opened the towel wrapped around his wife's body, then threw it away somewhere.

Arshila resigned, leaving Dave on top of her body, kissing her violently. He just closed his eyes, with the tip of the eye that had dripped a clear crystal.

"You crying?" Dave stopped the action. "You don't like me touching you, tell me!!"

Arshila shook her head, but her falling tears proved Dave's point.

"Basic shit!!" Dave got up, grabbed his wife's mouth. "Have you slept with her? Answer!!"

Arshila shook her head again, her tears were getting heavier, so was her body that was trembling in fear. Dave's voice yelled and snapped, making him give his lips a faint answer.

Plaque!! Not just a slap, Dave forced his wife to wake up, with her hair pulled over, then slammed on the floor to fall down.

"Little girl!"

Dave reused his clothes, slamming the door hard, as he exited the room.

"Hiks .. hiks ...." Arshila hugged both her legs, with a body without a thread. Her hair was not dry, messy and some strands were on the floor.

I think he's changed. I thought, everything's gonna be fine, after Clarissa's photo disappeared. He once asked, What am I, not the one? For a moment my heart was relieved, but in the end it was pierced back by a knife.

Arshila continued to cry, even closing her mouth, so that her voice would not be heard.

"Hiks .. hiks .. mother, father. Hix ... hix ...."

He beat his chest tight, trying to take a breath. His nose was blocked, he could only breathe through his mouth mixed with tears.

Arshila picked up the towel, re-winding it around her body. She wiped away her tears, with tears not yet gone.

With his remaining energy, he tried to get up. Pulling both feet, to walk. He had to find clothes before anyone entered his room.

Arshila looked around the room, looking for something so important in this room. He looked for a sofa that was his place to sleep. But, there, there were only wooden chairs and a small table. Where did that sofa go?

Arshila stared at Dave's bed, which was king zise-sized. He did not dare to go up there, not even think about it. Maybe it will end, with a body rolling on the floor.

Not wanting to take any chances, Arshila chose to sleep on the floor. Using a blanket as a base, then lay down his body. He was like a beggar who had no place to live.

Arshila had not closed her eyes, but she was still crying. The remnants of his grief, have not yet disappeared. Dave's slap and his rant, still dancing in his head.

Die, die, die!

You cheap woman!

Until now, the word has not disappeared from his memory and is now increasing again.

Keep glaring, until finally he fell asleep with a puffy face and a cold body.