The Revenge of the President

Chapter 71. Surprise 2

A luxury car, breaking down traffic density. The horn sounds, heard several times. The speed of the vehicle that often slows down, making passengers sitting in the back, screaming in frustration.

After, received a call from Mr. Yus. Dave immediately left the company. His secretary who always accompanied, immediately sat behind the wheel. Just imagine, if Dave was driving now. Perhaps, he would not hesitate to hit another driver, to clean his path.

Arriving at home, Dave immediately jumped out. The car has not stopped perfectly. He immediately ran, shouting to call Mr. Yus.

"Where?" ask Dave who raised his hand.

"In the room, lady. He said, in the closet to the left of the end, under the folds of the clothes."

He ran back into the room, looking for the thing in question. Instead of looking well, he scattered all the clothes that had been folded neatly.

Without waiting for a long time, he immediately exited the room. Back to running, towards the second floor, the study room.

"Take me off!" The sound of Arshila's wriggling.

"Any, Clarissa!"

Deg.

Dave rubbed his face, violently. The footage shows him drunk. Forcing Arshila to serve him.

Like a movie, Dave pulled his wife out of the room. Furthermore, there was only the sound of crying and the words of a man who mentioned the name of another woman.

"I beg you, Dave. Please, let me go!"

"Clarissa baby, I miss you."

The camera Rachel placed in a bookcase, showing only the scene in front of the door.

Dave widened, his eyes wide open. Undeniable recording, making it hard to breathe. His throat was closed to make a sound. He felt extremely claustrophobic, something like it was about to explode in his heart and heart.

"I don't want to spend my money and my time, for your bastard son!"

His words to his wife, just happened. Her tears spilled, dripping on the table. Shouting in frustration, mixed with heart-wrenching cries. Repeatedly hit his chest, which was deprived of oxygen.

Bug, bug, back hit hard. This guilt, like killing him. He fell down by landing both of his knees on the floor. His head was so dizzy, his vision was spinning.

"Sir."

Sectetaris Tian, who heard Dave's shout ran over.

"What should I do?" Dave dropped his head on his secretary's shoulders.

Tian patted the president's back gently. The ruler who had not hesitated to take down his opponent, was now helpless. The proud and rude president, looks messy and shattered from the look of his eyes.

Dave had no energy, he kept crying like someone who lost everything. He was sorry, very sorry. In fact, he was unable to pronounce it.

I touched it that night. I did, but why don't I remember it at all.

Dave closed his eyes, his head was too dizzy. Likewise, his chest felt very painful and tight. He lost strength, even just getting up from his position.

Mr. Yus came, put down a glass of water. He helped Tian, to get Dave to the couch. Give me a glass of water, which Dave drank up the toilet.

The man, leaning back, was still closed with wet eyes. He banged his head back, repeatedly. If this is a dream, he wants to wake up. He could not bear the guilt and regret that had torn his heart. Apologies, will not erase all his mistakes easily. Although, he was on his knees though, he was still unforgivable.

"Master, please don't do that!"

Mr. Yus, worried about Dave who keeps banging his head hard.

"Where's the tape from?"

"Birthday night, Miss Clarissa. Madam, put a camera in the bookcase. He asked me to take it, when you left for work."

"I'm sorry, sir. I just gave the camera to the lady. I also don't know what it's about."

Prorgasm.

Empty glass on the table, it has become a fragment scattered on the floor.

"If you say from the beginning, I won't be this sick." Dave sobbed, squeezing his still-piercing chest. "I feel like I want to die. The Clarissa I love doesn't love me. He chose to die rather than be with me. I took revenge for him, for my son who turned out not to be mine. I get my anger out at the wrong people. I made her suffer, cry and made her not want to live anymore. You don't understand, how sick I am now!"

Dave broke into tears, holding his knees like he was crouching. It hurts too much if he says all his mistakes.

What he had to do, in order for the guilt in his heart to diminish, even if it was only as thin as dust.

"I'm sick, it hurts so much. I was suffocating and could not breathe. Why, you guys didn't say it from the beginning? Why?" Dave looked back at Mr. Yus.

The middle-aged man, just mute. He could not answer, because he knew nothing.

Bug, bug, Dave hit his chest. He took a deep breath. He felt very claustrophobic, something squeezing his breathing.

He fell down on the sofa. The reality before his eyes, which he somehow faces.

Oh, naw. My boy!

Dave realized, he immediately rose up with a cry that had not subsided. Forcing his body, to run as fast as possible.

"Master, sir," called the secretary, who came running out with Mr. Yus.

My boy! My boy!

Dave got in the car, sat in the back seat. Luckily her nimble secretary, first got in the car and sat in the steering chair.

Car engine, just started. Ringing the phone, made Tian feel his suit pocket. The new waiter who was looking after the young lady called. His premonition was bad, he immediately picked it up after setting it in speaker mode.

"Sister secretary. Please, young lady wants to kill herself!"

Jedarr.

Dave snatched Tian's phone.

"What's going on?"

"Young lady took a fruit knife. He hurt his palm. We couldn't do anything, because he pointed a knife at his neck."

Dave's heart was racing fast. The phone in his hand fell off without realizing it. His face was paled and frightened. His tears dripped, his mind fixed on the wife who did recklessly.

If Arshila killed herself like Clarissa, what would happen to her? How will he bear all the burdens of regret in himself?

Dave shuffled his hair, he bowed by supporting his head in both his bent hands.

My boy! My child!!

Back to crying, without making a sound. He wanted to scream and scream.

Tian Sectary, directly hit the gas. Exit the gate at high speed. They should arrive as soon as possible. Otherwise, otherwise, Tian dispelled his thoughts. Something bad is going to happen, that's how his gut says.

The car was parked in the hospital yard. Two men with bad premonitions, ran in. Ignoring people's views and salutes from the hospital officials who met them.

Brakes.

Dave's gaze locked on Arshila. A blank face and a blank look. In his right hand he holds a knife, pointing right at his left wrist. Fresh blood dripped from there, flowing from his palm

"Aryila....."