The Revenge of the President

Chapter 7 The Cry of Arshila

One month later.

The room is only 3x3 meters, inhabited by as many as five people. There was a bunk bed, a makeshift mat and a small table.

Arshila is now in its ninth month. Just one more week, the day of delivery, according to the calculations of the doctor. He was getting more difficult to move, fortunately the occupants of the garage were so concerned with him. Treat it with special.

Call it, Alexa is a tomboy who acts like a husband. Relying on her family connections is out there, often bringing them food, fruit and milk.

So does aunt Nessa, a 40-year-old woman, become a mother to them. This woman was sentenced to two years in prison, for mistreatment of her husband's second wife, which resulted in disfigurement of her face.

Two other men, Yessi and Jian, were sentenced to one year in prison for fighting and abuse at a nightclub.

"Sister, let's eat the fruit."

Yessi thrust out a plate, containing pieces of fruit.

"Thank you."

"Sister, don't be sad. We'll help take care of our nephew in jail."

"Yes, Shila. Once, Auntie gets out of here, we'll help you teach your drugged father-in-law and husband a lesson."

Arshila smiled, even though in a narrow and confined space, at least in this place was still better than in her in-laws' house. In this place, he became a child, a brother and a sister.

He did share stories about his life story, when he just set foot in this place. It's like being obligatory for every new prisoner.

"Have your husband visited?"

Alexa sat cross-legged on the mat, chewing on the fruit that Yessi peeled.

"Yet. He visited when I was here for a week."

"Basic jerk man. I don't mind going to jail one more time, just as a human being like him is wiped off the face of the earth."

Aunt Nessa looked furious, clenching her hands, as if the man was in front of her.

Arshila's tears could only drip. The sweet promise Dimas who will visit often remains a promise. The man did not show him the stem of his nose, even just sending him food. But then again, Arshila always thought positively about her husband.

"Maybe he's busy. During a visit, he said that he had gone up in office."

Hmh! The four screeched, feeling annoyed.

"Anything busy, he still has to visit you. Doesn't he have a day off. After all, thanks to you he rose to office, enjoying his days. Meanwhile, you're locked up here with a pregnant condition."

Arshila was silent, there was no more rebuttal from her lips. Quite a tear that represented his current feelings.

"Baaaaa... It hurts!!"

"What's wrong?" aunt Nessa asked in a panic.

"It hurts" said Arshila, holding her stomach

"Breath" commanded Aunt Nessa, then turned to the three girls behind her. "call the officer."

The three girls, immediately shouted in a loud voice, from behind bars.

"Why are you guys so noisy?"

Three female guards approached.

"Please, our friend is giving birth!"

"What?" the panic. Then give direction to one of its members, to call for help. "you guys, back off." he ordered again.

"Hold on, we'll take you to the hospital."

Before long, several warden officers came and a doctor.

"How's doctor?"

"He's going to give birth, we have to go to the hospital. His blood pressure's up."

"Good."

Aunt Nessa and the others looked anxious. Staring at Arshila who was enduring the pain with a flushed face.

An ambulance drove, heading for the nearest hospital.

"Mom, please call my husband. I beg you," pinta Arshila.

"Patience, we've contacted your family."

Before long they arrived at the hospital, Arshila lay in a gurney, and went down into the action room.

"Still opening two," explained the doctor who had just done the examination.

Arshila began to calm down, the pain that wrapped around her slowly lessened.

"Mom, would you please call my husband?" pinta Arshila once again.

"We've reached him, it's coming soon."

Arshila cried a mouthful, shedding all the disappointments stored in her heart.

"I did it for you. Where's your promise?" he said, who no longer cared about the people around him.

Aaaa...!!

"Patience, mom. Hang in!"

Please come, please. Don't let me get disappointed and hate you.

There were footsteps approaching, the curtains open. Dimas' mother appeared to be coming, a look of dismay and sadness.

"How are you doing, son? I'm sorry, late for coming."

Mom Dimas, join in massaging the waist of her daughter-in-law and occasionally stroking her hair.

"Where is Dimas, ma'am? I need Dimas' mas."

"Dimas, again duty out of town. Mom asked him to come. You're patient, how many hours it's gonna take to get here."

No. gabe. I won't, you guys meet. I just came to take my granddaughter and show everyone my kindness.

As the pain grew, Arshila cringed in pain with her face covered in sweat.

"Doctor, please, it looks like my baby is coming out."

Aaaa...!!

"Okay, mom is now the opening is complete. Breathe in and get strong."

The doctor directed Arshila with the help of several midwives and nurses. Beside her, Dimas' mother stroked her daughter-in-law's hair.

"A little more, ma'am."

Arshila regained her strength, though her strength began to wane. Until finally, baby cries color the room.

"Good mother, baby girl."

The doctor cleans the baby, weighs the weight and measures height.

"Here we go." The doctor gave the baby to his mother, who was greeted with haru.

"My son." Arshila gives a kiss.

"Mother, look, she's similar to Mas Dimas."

"You're right, honey. He looks like his father."

Mother held her first grandchild, squinting, at Arshila.

Look, your son is well. After this, you will never meet.

"Mother, the baby was breastfed first, before we moved it in a different room" said a midwife.

"Why not just be with me, sus?"

"Sorry mother, for newborns have a sterile room. I'll take it easy, it's safe. You can meet, when you're breastfed and brought home."

"Alright, Sus. Thank you." Thank you."

Dimas' mother laid down her granddaughter, directing Arshila how to breastfeed. Although ASI who came out a little, but enough to make his little daughter immediately fell asleep.

"alright, Mother. I'll take him."

Now lives Dimas' mother and three female guards.

"Mother, what time is Dimas coming?"

"Wait a minute, maybe he's on his way."

How'this? I don't want them to meet.

"Mother, can you call her?" arshila pinta.

Dimas' mother seemed to be holding back emotions, wanting to feel like she was cursing at her daughter-in-law. But, right now, he had to play the role of being a loving in-law.

"All right, wait a minute."

Dimas' mother stirred up her bag looking for a cell phone.

"Here, call yourself. Tell him his daughter is born.

Arshila receives her mother's phone, then seeks her husband's contact.

"Hello."

DEG! Female voice.

"I'm looking for Dimas' mas."

"Sorry, can you call back later. Right now, Mas Dimas is in the bathroom."

"Ka ... bathroom?"

Arshila instantly turned off the phone. His tears fell, he stroked his chest that was hurting.

"Hiks .. hiks ..." she cried.

You have heart, Mas! Why are you doing this to me.