The Revenge of the President

Chapter 55. Clarissa's mother's visit

This morning, Dave was upset by the presence of a sofa in his room. Every time you wake up, there are blankets and pillows. He hopes, every morning wake up can see the face of the wife who is still asleep. But, in fact Arshila always wake up early, when the sun is still shy up there.

After breakfast, he ordered the servants to take out the sofa. He was thinking, to start a new beginning with his wife. Sleeping in bed, like a husband and wife in general.

Dave, who was ready with a mountain of his plans, waited for his wife to finish yoga. Sitting at the bedside, playing with his cell phone. He tried to hold back a smile, as Arshila entered the room. He was ignored, but still trying to understand.

However, the sound of the notification on his wife's phone, made him curious. She knew very well that Arshila had no friends, other than those who were already abroad.

Good day, Shi. How's it going? You're okay, right? Did Dave hurt you? If, yes. I'm willing to help you get out of that house. From Ellino.

The plan that had been neatly arranged, vanished without a trace. The smile she held, turned terrifying. He almost made Arshila's phone, but he still needs it as proof.

Dave who's been burning with rage, is getting worse. The wife cried, as if refusing to be touched by him, like gasoline that doused a fire that had been burned. Arshila continued to cry with her head shaken, as if confirming every question Dave had asked.

The fire that had grown, could no longer be extinguished, made Dave dark again in the eyes, He again raised his hand, landed on the face of the wife. Her beautiful hair did not escape her hands.

Dave just left, leaving Arshila in tears. He now confined himself in the study, cursing and cursing himself, who again could not resist the stirring emotions.

Either he is jealous or does not like Ellino who incidentally, Clarissa's ex-boyfriend.

Dave hit the air, he needed something to vent his frustration.

"Master" Yus called from behind the door.

"Come in."

"Master, Miss Fira came to visit. The big madam told me not to leave the room."

"All right."

One problem has not been solved, another problem has emerged. Clarissa's mother suddenly visited after more than a year of her daughter's death. This is certainly not uncommon, considering Dave has no more business with his family, his former fiancee.

"Jeng Fira, please sit down."

"Thank you." Fira circulated her gaze, looking for something among the servants who were at work.

"Tumben, visit. Is there anything important?" Rachel smiled, as if pleased with the arrival of the woman.

"Nothing, I just stopped by. Uh!!" Fira was jolted by something.

"What's up, Jeng?"

"Looks, my daughter's picture is on display here and there, too." Fira pointed at the wall, where Clarissa's photo used to be.

"Oh, that! Dave's already keeping it in the shed. After all, why keep it on and on, huh, right?" Still smiling, even though it has issued a satirical sentence.

"True, Jeng. But, did Dave forget about Clarissa?"

"Jeng Fira, how about, anyway! My son must move on, our family needs a successor."

Fira nodded her head, continued to smile and look for other talking materials. He had to find the woman, no matter what.

The deg! Fira's gaze is locked on a woman, who feels familiar. It seems like they have met before.

"Jeng, who is he?" Fira pointed at Lin's mother.

"Oh, he's my assistant."

Rachel already understood Fira's intention of asking and what the intention of the woman was to come, without an invitation.

"I've seen him, with a young woman."

Rachel smiled cynically, "He's my son-in-law."

"What?" Fira jerks.

"Why are you so shocked?"

"Not that, I mean. I just can't believe Dave has forgotten Clarissa. Long ago, he loved my daughter very much."

"Your daughter is long dead, there's no way my son will continue to fall and wait for her to rise."

You, this old fox!

"Can I meet your daughter-in-law? I've seen her once and her face reminds me of someone."

"someone? Who?" rachel asked, but still looked calm and relaxed.

"The woman who destroyed my daughter. Jeng Rachel, you know, right?"

"Jeng Fira, what happened to my family, is none of your business. We're not candidates anymore, our relationship right now is just, business-bound, nothing more."

Fira got up, not accepting Rachel's words that sounded like insulting her.

"If it's true, Dave married the killer, I'd assume he and the woman worked together to eliminate my daughter. And Jeng Rachel understood, what will happen next?"

"You're threatening me?" Rachel grinned. "You're in no position to threaten me. You should understand better, if you threaten me."

Fira clenched her hands, a rumbling chest holding back the emotions lodged in her crown.

"We'll see, later!"

Fira let go, without excuse. He kept cursing and cursing, nonstop. Although, his daughter is dead, he does not accept, if the killer is the one who replaces his position. If only, he had another child, it would be easy to replace Clarissa.

Dave goes down to see his mother, after hearing Clarissa's mother leave.

"How, Ma?"

Rachel just shrugged her shoulders and both hands. He took a sip of his teacup, which Lin's mother had just made.

"Mama!"

"What the hell! He's already gone. Looks like, the goal here is just to see your wife. I don't know where she's from, Arshila lives here."

Dave sat down, not asking anymore. He played his phone, sent a message to Tian. Of course, it was to find out what was going on today.

"Where's your wife?"

"Sleep," answered Dave lazily.

"Then, what are you doing here?" shouted Rachel. "Go back to your room! Don't come down, if your wife hasn't woken up."

"What the hell, Ma! He is a baby to be accompanied!

"Go or I kick!"

Rachel was standing, stretching one of her legs.

"Yes, yeah, all right!"

Dave finally left. He actually, did not want to face his wife because of the incident last afternoon. He feels guilty, but his ego is higher to apologize.

Chequek. Door opens. Dave stood on the doorstep with his eyes wide. Arshila slept on the floor, covered in blankets.

He immediately closed the door and approached his wife.

He bent his legs, staring at the sleeping face. A red mark was clearly imprinted on his cheek and that was his deed. He got back up, opened the drawer on the nightstand and took the ointment, smeared thinly.

"Sorry." Caressing Arshila's hair, then lifting her body up on the bed. He covers her and lies down beside her. He stroked his wife's hair, feeling the smell of shampoo poking her nose.

Cup.

Dave smiled, then landed a kiss.

"You're mine! It's just mine, so don't make me mad at the presence of another man."

Back peeling all over the face, after being satisfied, he slept tightly hugging Arshila's body.