The Revenge of the President

Chapter 58. What's wrong with my body?

One day, after Dave left the country.

As usual, when the morning welcomes, it still looks dark out there, the leaves are still wet because of the dew last night. Arshila was already awake, with her head feeling heavy like never before.

He tried to get up, forcing his body, but in vain, he fell back on the pillow. His head was very dizzy, as was his circling vision. His body also felt extremely weak, lacking the slightest energy.

Arshila curled back under the blanket, a feeling of laziness suddenly approached her in the morning. I don't know how long, he went back to sleep, because the sunlight out there, it was hot.

Mother Lin entered the room, after knocking on the door. He came over, because Arshila had not yet come down for breakfast, but now it was nine in the morning.

"Miss, are you okay, all right? You look pale."

"I'm fine, Lin's mother. Is breakfast ready?"

"Already, Miss. I'll help you get down."

"Thank you."

Arshila got up, her body seemed to be on the boat, swaying because of the waves on the sea. Fortunately, mother Lin held onto her body.

"Miss, do I need to call a doctor?"

"No need. I cried too much last night."

They were sitting at the dining table. Arshila's favorite chicken porridge, it's been served.

"Mama, where?"

"Mrs, stay at her residence. Maybe, I'll be home in the afternoon."

"All right."

Arshila stared at the porridge, still steamy. But, he's not tasteful.

"Mother Lin, ask the chef to make me a soupy noodle."

"Good, Miss."

Mother Lin went to the kitchen, relaying a message to the chef. Although, it looks surprising, but they agree. Maybe, he changed his taste or maybe, Miss is tired of the chicken porridge that every day becomes his breakfast.

Arshila sat waiting, eating the cut fruit. For a moment there was nothing wrong, but looking closely, Lin's mother furrowed her brows. Arshila ate the fruit with salt mixed.

Mother Lin did not want to reprimand, afraid that Arshila would lose her appetite.

After half an hour, noodle soup with sliced boiled eggs has been served. Mixed chicken meat, chives and fried onions, as well as thick broth. Arshila swallowed her saliva, then started sipping.

"Miss, today there's a cooking class."

"Mother Lin, I don't want to. Please, give it back."

"Good, Miss."

Arshila returned to enjoy her noodle sauce, scooping until it was not left.

"Sir yus" called Arshila, as the butler passed by in front of her.

"Yes, Miss."

"Do you have any candy?" Arshila stared expectantly.

"Nothing, Miss. I'll ask the waiter to buy it."

"Thank you."

Arshila walked into the backyard, sitting under a mango tree that began to flower. He ate the pieces back. The fruit is colorful with a hard texture and mixed with coarse salt.

"Miss." Arshila turned her head, Ica carrying a plastic bag in her hand.

"This is the candy."

"Thank you, Ca. Sit down, accompany me."

Arshila started to open the plastic bag, there are many kinds of candy. Ica bought all, because she didn't know, what candy Arshila liked.

"This is for you." Arshila gives the Ica coffee-flavored candy, while eating the lollipop.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"I'm good, Ica. What, me why? This morning my head was so dizzy, but after eating, I got refreshed."

"I'm just worried about you, Miss."

Arshila smiled, eating her lollipop again. For about an hour, they sat together. The heat of the sun makes Arshila enter the house.

"In a minute, lunch, Miss."

"I'm still full, Lin's mother. I'll go down, if I'm hungry. But, I want to eat chicken satay, for the afternoon."

"Good, Miss."

Mother Lin looked at Arshila, who had already entered in the elevator. He was still astonished, it seemed like something was wrong with him. Especially considering how the master ate a fruit that is classified as strange. He did not want to deduce it too quickly, he had to wait until it was clear, before telling the big madam.

In the room, Arshila did not sleep, she just lay staring at the ceiling of the room. The lollipop candy, it's landed in the trash. He felt nauseous when he ate it long enough.

Drt .. drt ....

Arshila stared at the screen of her phone, the name of the goddamn husband's contact, in front of the screen.

"Hello."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Have you eaten?"

"It."

"Goodoo. I'll be home in a few days, so take care of yourself."

"Yes." Yeah."

The connection was cut off, Arshila sighed. Just a short, short answer he gave to the husband, because he did not know what to reply. Although, she had already spoken softly and attentively, Arshila still felt nothing, other than fear. To her, answering the husband's phone, was like an obligation. No, something, like letting go of longing in a couple in general.

Arshila put down her phone with the origin, then closed her eyes. But he got up again, feeling very hungry.

"Sir yus, lunch, is it ready?" Arshila's already pulling the dining table chair.

Mother Lin who heard Arshila's voice came over.

"Miss, what do you need?"

"I'm hungry, Lin's mother. Make me food, I want to eat, sweet baked ribs and a bowl of chicken soup."

Mother Lin gestured at the chef at home, through a nod of the head. I feel strange about Arshila's behavior. As he remembered, the master had just eaten and had said, that he was still full. Now, she suddenly appeared like a starving girl. Where did all the food go?

Oddity is also felt by Mr. Yus and other servants. Usually, Arshila will go down to eat, if it has been called. The woman, never asked for food to Mr. Yus and the chef at home, even though she was already starving.

In different places, conditions are inversely proportional, with the wife at home. Dave has no appetite at all. From morning on, he kept vomiting for no reason. He also lost his appetite. Sandwiches that became his favorite food at breakfast, he did not touch at all.

Dave was forced, had to be infused, because he was dehydrated, plus no food entered his stomach even a little.

Dave picked up his phone, called his wife, even though only a short answer was heard, but it was enough to calm him down. He still wanted to chat, but his stomach churned again, to be forced to turn off the phone.

"Master, you should eat. The doctor said, You're having ulcer symptoms."

"I'm not tasteful, Tian. My head is about to break."

"Then, do you want anything?"

"Of course, I'm also confused about what to eat. Buy me some candy."

"Well!" Tian gawked, confused. Since when did the president eat sweets.

"I said candy, don't make me repeat it again."

"Ah, fine, Sir. Sorry."

Tian rushed out, looking for the nearest supermarket. Before long, Tian returned with a full bag of candy. Dave takes mint-flavored candy.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Buy me fruitful food."

"Good, Sir."

Secretary Tian goes back, looking for the food Dave meant. Since morning, he kept pacing back and forth. Looking for food, which the president can swallow. Because, the food that had just touched his throat, again spewed out.

After Tian died, Dave was still sucking candy in his mouth. It seemed to be the only food his body received. Food that does not fill the stomach.

"What's wrong with my body?" Dave snorted in annoyance. Moreover, he could only lie weakly with the infusion needle stuck in.

He opened the candy again, when the candy in his mouth was finished.

Ten minutes passed, secretary Tian had already appeared. He opened the lunch box with the chicken soup still hot. Instead of tasteful, Dave returned nauseous when he smelled the aroma of the food, until he again made it into the bathroom.