The Revenge of the President

Chapter 59. It's getting weird

Finish lunch, which is not yet the time. Arshila sat in the middle room, enjoying the ice cream Ica had just bought. On the table, there were already two books piled up and untouched. Foreign language tutors who have come, must return home. The young miss today is lazy to study, she just wants to relax while continuing to chew.

The ice cream was over, Arshila started picking up one book taken from the library. Not a novel or recipe book, which he used to read. Except for the economics textbooks. Read-read seriously, Lin's mother who was standing next to him, also stared seriously.

Strange, very strange. Young lady today, like a different person. He was still speaking as usual, humble and always smiling. The strange thing is that his habits have changed drastically.

Ica who took the book in the library, had complained to Lin's mother and Yus sir. Because, he had trouble finding the book in question. Finally, Mr. Yus picked up the book, from the young master's study.

Arshila was still reading, scribbling the paper on the table, I don't know what. Ten minutes, walk. He put the book. Raised his head, looking at Lin's mother.

"Mother Lin, can I go out for a walk?"

"Sorry, Miss. For a while, you haven't been able to get out, until the young master returns."

Arshila took a breath, she felt bored. Sitting while leaning, glaring far away.

"Does Miss need anything?"

"Nothing, Lin's mother. Better, you are restful. I'm gonna go upstairs, to sleep."

Arshila had already walked towards the stairs. His movements were extremely slow, making mother Lin walk over. Apparently, the young lady walked while counting the number of stairs.

Upon arriving, Arshila instantly closed her eyes.

By nightfall, the street lights were already on. Outside, the wind was blowing hard. A flash of lightning and thunder, as if tearing down the sky.

Arshila was still fast asleep, unaware of the figure that entered the room. Cover it, close the windows and balcony doors. He also closed the curtains, then turned on the lights.

Rachel put some paper bags on the table. Then, close the door again before exiting.

"How's my son-in-law, what's she doing today?"

"Young lady, don't do anything. He missed foreign language tutoring."

"Is he sick?"

"No, Mistress. It seems, miss is being lazy today."

"Huh!!" Rachel was a little surprised. "Yes, let it go. Maybe, he felt free, because Dave wasn't home."

"Okay, Madam."

Rachel sipped the still hot tea. Reading the tabloid she just bought this morning.

Drt .. drt ...

"Hello, why, Tian?"

"Miss, young master will be back tonight."

"Quick that? No, it's next week."

"Young master, sick."

"ill? Haha ....." Instead of being sympathetic or sad, Rachel laughed at her son. " He's sick? How strange. Yeah, just go home!"

"Good, Mistress. But, we're going straight to the hospital."

"What is she sick of?"

"Said the doctor, the young master is experiencing symptoms of an ulcer. He keeps vomiting and won't eat."

"alright. You guys go home."

Connection interrupted.

"Sir Yus" call Rachel.

"Yes, Madam."

"Call the hospital to get ready. My son will be there tonight and tell the chef to cook the porridge."

"Okay, Madam."

Rachel went back to drinking her tea, thinking. It's so weird, he's got a stomach ulcer. In fact, Dave eats with a regular pattern.

From the stairs, Arshila came down with a face of sumringah. He had taken a bath, visible from his head which was still wrapped in a towel.

"Good night, Ma."

"Good night, baby. You just had a shower?"

"Yes, Ma." Arshila took a seat on the long sofa.

"Then, why don't you open a towel over your head and dry your hair?"

"Oh, this." Arshila held onto the towel. "I like it, the model is funny."

Rachel almost choked, what a funny thing, from the towel on her head! Rachel looked back at her daughter-in-law's appearance. Thin make up, with lipgloss in her lips, fragrance perfume fruity aroma, lurking. Usually, Arshila never dress up at home, her daughter-in-law just used to use face cream only.

"No, Ma. It's night, indeed, where I'm going these nights."

Strange, what's wrong with him? Usually, he never answers me.

Rachel still continued to watch Arshila, who was sitting down to enjoy a cup of tea, who had just landed on the table. Usually, his son-in-law would go downstairs, if called. If sitting joined at the dining table, his face must be puffy because he kept crying.

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

"What's up, Miss?"

"Tonight, I ate shellfish." Arshila looked at Rachel. "What would you like to eat?"

Are we in a restaurant?

"I'll fit the menu, sir."

"Okay, Madam."

Furthermore, the strangeness of Arshila in the eyes of the mother-in-law. The food menu is set for a month. Already in accordance with taste, respectively, including Arshila tastes that are also taken into account.

"Shi, are you sick or vomiting that morning?"

"No, Ma." Arshila.

Then she's not pregnant, but it's weird! Make a dizzy.

The tea in the cup was up, Rachel and Arshila chatted lightly. Rachel hasn't told you about Dave, afraid to make the daughter-in-law's mood change. She knew very well that Arshila was very afraid of her son, because of the violence he had experienced. Rachel tried her best, so that the son-in-law would stay with them.

"Tomorrow, Mama will take you for a walk."

"really?" Arshila was enthusiastic.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to eat at a Japanese restaurant, I want to try some more viral ice cream."

"All right."

I should go to the doctor tomorrow. Arshila seemed to be, being depressed, Rachel muttered. He was still listening to Arshila's request, which was more focused on food. Not usually, he wants to be invited to the road, especially asking, just want to eat.

Yus sir came over, telling me if dinner was ready. Rachel immediately got up, as did Arshila who followed in her mother-in-law's footsteps.

On the table, it has been presented with saos shellfish, sausage broccoli, fried chicken and tempura. Arshila had already scooped up the clams and rice. Likewise, Rachel who had come to enjoy the shells, Arshila ordered. Both of them eat without making a sound.

Food on the table, still left. Rachel got up first. Meanwhile, Arshila still spent the rest of her shell on the plate.

"Mother Lin, did something happen when I wasn't home?" asked Rachel who was back in the living room.

"Not happened, nothing, Madam."

"Then, why is my daughter-in-law acting so strange?"

"We are also astonished, Madam. Since morning, young lady is like a different person. He kept asking for different food, every hour. He continued to complain of hunger, but almost every hour, he chewed.

"really? I was astonished too. I'll take him to the doctor tomorrow."

"Yes, Madam. Better, so. We were worried about the lady, who suddenly changed drastically."

"Tomorrow, I go to the doctor. We should also see Dave there."

"Young master? Young master, sick?"

"Mahaha ... You must be confused, right? That stone man, it can hurt!"

"Mrs, young master is sick, what?"

"So, he said he was vomiting and would not eat. Like people crave."

Deg.

"Miss, what if the young lady is pregnant?"

"Pregnant?"

"Yes, Madam. The young master may have a sympathetic pregnancy, which means the young master is like a craving person, which the wife should feel."

"So, you're saying he's got karma?" Lin's mother had not had the chance to reply, rachel had already laughed first. "Mahaha .... The bad boy. Feel it!!"

"Mrs!"

"What's? It's true, right. He's got karma!" Rachel was back laughing. "But is there such a thing?" I asked back, seriously.

"To prove it, we have to go to the doctor."

"alright. Oohhh, my granddaughter, it's been on the way." Rachel gemes herself, then walks towards the dining room. "Arshila, lisaanggg!" call him.

Mother Lin shook her head, smiling. Hopefully, the assumption is right. And if that happens, he hopes that the young master will return to the way he used to love his wife sincerely.