The Revenge of the President

Chapter 64. Just two of them

Ever since last night, Arshila's been locked up all day in her mother-in-law's room. He had breakfast and activities, without leaving.

In fact, what mistake made the husband so angry? Was it just because it was too late to come home, then directly slapped him. He was not even given a chance to explain.

Until, when did Arshila endure this pain? A marriage without love, based on lies and revenge. He bore all the consequences, by deeds he did not do at all. Is it because he is a kara, so he is treated arbitrarily by his ex-husband and mother-in-law? Is it because he hung his life on them, making it a tumbar?

The pain was thick and mountainous, making him no longer have a reason to live. Even if he was telling the truth, it wasn't too late. Besides, what's going to change? There ain't!

Dave's attitude or his feelings, for Arshila, are the same. Dave doesn't love her, neither does he, already has no taste.

"Shi, out! You need to take a walk. Mama's already rewinded all your schedules."

"Thank you, Ma. But, I'm better off in the room."

"Shi, Mama knows how you feel. But, don't worry about that. Come on, Mama will accompany you!"

By force, Arshila complies with Rachel's wishes.

The two, climbing the stairs, headed for the library. Arshila did not glance at Dave's room at all, even though Rachel stopped her steps, to ask Yus sir.

"How, has he eaten?"

"Yet, Madam. The young master vomited again. I am worried that his condition is getting worse. It's been three days, sir don't eat anything."

Rachel took a breath, she also became worried, with the condition of her son.

Arshila who listened, felt a little pity for the husband. She does not know if her husband is not well.

"Dave, why, Ma?"

"Okay, Mama's confused. He did not want to eat and continued to vomit for no reason. The doctor didn't find the disease, so decided to go home."

Rachel explained, then stepped back up on the third floor.

"Shi, you're here first. Mama will call Ica with you!"

Rachel went back down on the second floor, went into Dave's room to see her son.

The first sight Rachel caught, was a mess. Son's messy. A deathly pale face and glaring eyes that I care about because I am weak. He was just lying down, using his hands as a gesture, as he had no energy, to make a sound.

On the table, there was already ginger tea, Dave only drank one spoon, because he did not like the taste. Mr. Yus, who had served breakfast, was brought down again. He did not eat, because he smelled it, his stomach was already churning.

Dave closed his eyes, because he was so dizzy. His gaze turned, as soon as it opened his eyes.

"Has she been taking medication?" The question was a nurse, standing by the bed.

"Already, Mom. But, back spewed! The doctor has given injection drugs, through infusion. But there's no reaction."

Rachel sighed, sitting with a thought of finding a solution. Is his son really, karmic? His condition is now, getting worse, while doing bad things to his wife.

Just wait!!

Rachel suddenly got up, then asked the waiter who happened to come with a piece of fruit.

"Call me, my son-in-law upstairs."

Before long, Arshila was already standing on the doorstep. He felt reluctant to step forward, even though the rude man was lying weakly helpless.

Rachel immediately pulled her daughter-in-law's hand, asking to sit next to her lying son. He put Arshila's palm on Dave's forehead. Arshila simply complied, even though her heart was timid, out of fear.

Rachel asks the nurse to come out, leaving the couple alone.

Arshila had not yet released her palm. He felt pity, with Dave who was very weak. The man who used to shout out loud and treat him rudely, was now helpless.

Ooo,!!

Eyelids with pliable eyelashes, slowly swaying. Arshila had already let go of her hand, changing into a gentle rub of her husband's hair.

Arshila immediately gave it, a drinking bottle with a pipette inside.

"Would you like to eat?" ask Arshila. "Do you want fruit?"

Dave shook his head, he wrapped his hands around Arshila's waist who was still sitting. The woman's body stiffened, to be honest she was still afraid.

The door of the room opened, Mr. Yus stepped in with a tray in his hand. He put it on the table, right in front of Arshila.

The middle-aged man, straight out yanoa said nothing.

"You should eat, wake up I'll bribe you."

Dave did not budge, instead tightening his embrace.

"Sorry!" her great-grandson, made Arshila look at her. "I'm sorry, about last night."

Instead of answering, Arshila let go of Dave's hand. She slowly helped her husband to wake up.

"Here, ginger tea." Arshila brought the spoon closer to her lips, and Dave drank it without refuting.

One or two spoons, leaving half a cup. Arshila drew up a pillow behind her husband's back, in order to lean back.

"You're better?" Dave nodded. "Would you like to eat now?"

"Where were you yesterday, going home till night?" Dave answered with a question to his wife.

"I visited my daughter. Incidentally, there was only Mira, so she gave me plenty of time to be with Nadin."

"You happy?"

"of course. Yesterday first time. He wanted to hug me without crying and call me mother, though still hesitating. But I'm so grateful."

"I'm sorry, I'm so emotional to see you down with Ellino." Dave touched Arshila's face, rubbing her cheek gently.

But, Arshila's body reaction was different, she trembled suddenly with a racing heart. A burly hand, which stroked gently like it was about to slap him. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself from the fear that suddenly spread.

"A ...I and Ellino met at the diner, by accident."

The big hand, now hugged him. Their bodies were docked, without gaps. Arshila's head hit Dave's field chest. Fear turns into a feeling of comfort, but still feeling alert.

"I'm worried about you. I told that to Clarissa's mother to protect you."

Arshila did not answer, she just let Dave talk. She was confused, because she was sick, her husband's mood changed?

"Well, you eat. Mama's worried about you."

Their embrace ended, Arshila took a plate of porridge accompanied by boiled eggs and minced meat.

Arshila blew it first. Before giving it to Dave. The man, opening his mouth, accepted every mouthful. I don't know why he doesn't feel sick anymore. Maybe because of the influence of ginger tea, which he has drunk.

Arshila gave a glass of water, as the food on the plate was left a little.

"Sit, first. Don't go straight, lie down. Your food needs to be digested."

"Thank you" said Dave.

The two went back to silence, not knowing what to talk about. In fact, there is so much they have to finish.

Yes, wedding!!

Their marriage was like a ship tossed over the sea, sailing without direction and a berth.

The feeling!!

Dave may already have a taste for his wife, but jealousy and ego, always make him dark-eyed. Meanwhile, Arshila was like a living statue. The feeling is, it's really dead.