The Revenge of the President

Chapter 79. Rage Dimas

It was raining all of a sudden, when the street lights had just lit up. It is quite heavy and windy, so anyone will find it difficult to drive because of the visibility, which is disturbed.

Someone, who was still waiting in an apartment building, with emotions completely blown out. His eyes were red and shiny. His mind was already filled with the hot scene of the wife, in there. He had hit the wheel many times, until his hands turned red.

His patience is over. He repeatedly entered the apartment. Looking for the fucking secretary's place to live. Ride on the 10th floor and knock on all the apartment doors. He found it, but did not dare to move his hand to squeeze the bell..

He was too cowardly, even though his anger was burning, he still lacked courage. His mind was still considering the risks, which he would have to bear later.

Yes, his fate in the company. Although, Tian was not the supreme leader. But, the effect is very strong. He could easily have fired her.

But, inside there the wife is having an affair. His pride as a husband, completely destroyed. As if he was not satisfying his wife. Until looking, impingement outside.

Dimas was still standing at the door of the apartment. His breath was good going down, his hands hanging in the air. His heart was at war with his common sense. Hanging hands, forced to only be clenched tightly.

He can't do it. The face of the mother and her sisters, forced to make him lower his hands.

Back in the car, where it's parked. He will solve the problem, with his wife first. Asking the reason, why is he so desperate to betray their marriage?

The car engine is turned on. Before, leave the place. He thought about calling his wife. I want to hear the reason he said.

Connected, but not yet lifted. Dimas re-repeated it, connected, the next second the call was rejected.

His emotions were burning, he was snarling furiously. His phone slammed hard, hitting the dashboard of the car.

"You're really having fun, Nadia. Until, don't want to be disturbed."

Dimas hit the steering wheel, repeatedly while yelling and swearing together.

"Damn, shit!" Bugs, bugs, bugs. Her hands are red. "It should have been, from the beginning I knew, you were a cheap woman, who came to offer yourself to me."

Dimas propelled his vehicle, at high speed. Split the road, when heavy rain hits. His emotions were still blazing, not abating at all. Like, a thunderbolt glistening in the sky, wanting to grab someone.

"I'll be waiting for you to come home, for a million reasons I want to hear."

Brakes. Dimas slammed the car door, while in the yard. He ignored the rain, which instantly soaked his body.

"Why have you been so long?" Mom immediately welcomed him home. "Where's mom's order?" The mother watched her son, who came empty-handed.

Dimas did not answer, his eyes squinted. He was angry right now and his anger was like he wanted to explode. He went straight in, ignoring his mother who kept asking nonstop.

"Silent," Dimas snapped, with his jaw hardened. "Don't bother me, mom!"

Brakes. The door slammed, in front of his mother. The old woman, stroked the chest in a jerk. He was a little afraid, because of the face of his son, who seemed to want to swallow him alive.

When he left home, Dimas was fine. In fact, when calling him, he still answered politely.

"Why him?"

Mom went in the room. Fortunately, the weather was not friendly. So his friends did not come. They promised to come in the afternoon. The mother who waited anxiously for not preparing anything, felt relieved.

In the room, Dimas dismantled the wardrobe. He was looking for something that he could prove, the wife's affair.

Clothes that folded neatly, now scattered on the floor and bed.

Dimas picked up a bag, which Nadia used to store important documents.

Niente. There's only, Dimas's personal file, Nadia's none at all. There's just, the wedding book over there.

Apparently, the wife kept all the important documents of hers, in her parents' house.

Dimas is getting riled up. He kicked the clothes, which were under his feet.

Nadia who was sitting in front of him, enjoyed dinner. Just furrowed his brows. What's so funny? Nadia murmuring.

Secretary Tian, did not directly drive Nadia home. They stopped by for dinner, at a restaurant.

"Well, you're ready to face your husband." Tian laughed again.

"What's the matter, why is he?"

Tian laughed again, before replying.

"You'll know, when you get home. But, remember. Don't ever tell me what you've been doing all this time." Tian was still smiling, but his words had already revealed a threat.

Nadia continued eating. He also fed his daughter. No matter the secretary Tian. What will happen when he comes home? After all, he had asked permission from the husband, if he would stay at his parents' house.

Dinner is over. The rain had also subsided, although it was still spatter. The streets are quite jammed, because of the puddles on the streets.

Nadia decides to go home, at Dimas's parents' house. Because, had to pick up his daughter's gear, which he'll be carrying tomorrow. As for the reason, he had not thought about it. Because, the president's speech that will keep the husband busy tomorrow. Although, she does not know what problem, Dave will give her husband.

Nadia herself, still worried about her feelings. Although his love is so great, but his future is more important. After all, the fact that Dimas sacrificed Arshila for her safety, made Nadia think hard. Maybe he will experience the same.

So, actually Nadia has made a decision, far away. When all her husband's crimes were exposed. He can't live with a man who is selfish. Take off responsibility, and leave it to his ex-wife. Moreover, making Arshila, like a woman who has many mistakes.

"We've arrived."

Nadia was aware of her daydreams. He hugged his sleeping daughter.

"Look, he's been waiting for you!" Highlight Tian's eyes were fixed on Dimas, who was apparently waiting for their arrival. Nadia looked at her husband.

Tian went down first, a mocking smile at the man in front of him. Dimas seemed to want to beat him up.

Nadia was down, carrying the sleeping princess. Meanwhile, Tian was carrying a pink backpack.

"Where have you been?" hardik Dimas's. He has taken a few steps forward. Standing right in front of his wife.

Nadia flinched, she did not immediately reply. Confused by the attitude of the husband. Didn't he tell you where he was going?

From inside the house, the nanny's aunt came. He immediately took Nadin from his mother's embrace.

"Is this how you feel about your wife who just got home from work?" cynical Tian.

Dimas' chest rumbled. His anger that was ready to snatch, he could not bear it anymore. His common sense was covered, his jealousy and imagination about his wife and the man in front of him.

The clenched hand, instantly floated. But, it was held back by Tian, who easily caught it.

"What do you want, Mr Dimas?" Tian grinned

Nadia who was screaming because she was surprised by the husband's attitude, making people in the house scatter out.

"Don't pretend, Mr. secretary. I know, what have you done to my wife?" Dimas stared hard. When his hands were tightly held.

"Then, what do you want?" tian replied casually, challenging Dimas' courage. He let go of Dimas' hand.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?"

"You still asking?"

Plaque.