The Revenge of the President

Chapter 8 The Cry of Arshila (2)

Dimas stared at his reflection in the mirror. A glimpse of the recent hot incident he had with Nadia, his former lover.

An unexpected meeting, at a XX city restaurant. They just ask each other the news and end up in a hotel room.

Dimas who has not channeled his passion for a long time, tempted by the beauty of his former lover. Until, doing things that shouldn't happen.

Dimas flushed his body with a cold shower. A great mistake was made and in a conscious state. Now he could only regret his actions.

Just by wrapping a towel around the waist, Dimas came out of the bathroom. He saw Nadia sitting on the bed, with her body covered in a blanket.

"Mas, did someone call?"

"Who?"

"Your mother." Nadia looked at the contact name on Dimas' phone, before picking it up. "But why does her voice sound like a young woman.

"My mom is young" said Dimas, who picked up her clothes on the floor. "What did my mother say?" tanyanya while buttoning her shirt.

"Nothing, he just wants to talk to you. But, I asked him to call back later."

Nadia got up, hugged Dimas from behind. Landing a kiss on the back.

"Where are you going, Mom?"

"I have to go home. I called, maybe something's important."

"Then, what about me?"

"Finish your work here, after that we meet when you're back." Dimas turned his body. "I'll take responsibility and marry you." Replying to Nadia's embrace.

"All right."

Long enough the two, hugging each other as if they did not want to part.

After a four-hour drive, Dimas arrived home. Stepping in, in the guest room her sister Mira was playing a cell phone.

"Mir, which mother?"

"Get out, come home soon."

Dimas continued his steps, entering the room. Change his clothes and then break his body.

"Shila, sorry. But I need Nadia. I'll divorce her once you're free."

Dimas rubbed his lips, remembering Nadia who satisfied him. The girl with a more seductive look than his wife.

Gts ... Gts ... Geck...

"Come in," Dimas replied without turning to the door.

"Dimas."

The mother immediately sat down beside her son, who was still laying down his body.

"What's up, ma'am?" Dimas. "Mom called last night, what's wrong?"

"Dimas, listen to me. Arshila gave birth last night and I want us to go to the hospital to get your daughter."

"What?" Jerky dimas. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Evening, your wife called. But, he just turned off the phone, crying. In fact, don't tell mom anything."

DEG!

So, the one who called was Shila.

"I ... it ...." Strayed dimas.

"Dimas, answered the mother. What's the matter, actually?"

"Evening Dimas with Nadia."

"Nadia? Who's she?"

"He was Dimas in college. We met on purpose yesterday. And we ..." Dimas was speechless not wanting to continue his sentence.

Mother who understood, I mean Dimas. Smile at the suringah. No need to bother, get them divorced. Apparently, his son had obtained a surrogate woman Arshila.

"Where does he work?"

"He's a secretary at the company Antara Group."

"really?" Mom's eyes immediately sparkled. "What about his family? Is he from a family?"

"Mother." Dimas' voice sounded a little furious.

Dimas' mother came to a realization, instantly changing the subject.

"This morning, we're going to the hospital to take your son. I don't want to, Arshila took him to jail."

"I understand. But, how's Shila doing, Mom?"

"Alright, then we'll go right now. We should stop by, buy baby gear, before we take him home."

"No need. I bought it this morning, we can buy it later."

"All right."

Dimas snatched the car keys, his footsteps followed the mother from behind.

"Mira, you clean your sister's room. In a moment, pound you coming."

The mother left without waiting for her son's answer.

In the hospital.

Dimas went straight to the doctor's office who handled his wife's delivery. Expressing his intention, to bring his daughter home.

"So, you want to bring the baby home.?"

"Yes, doc. I can't possibly let him be with his mother in prison."

"Then, Father. I have to make sure you document you as the patient's legal husband."

Dimas handed over his ID card and family card.

"Alright, the father of the baby can be brought home. As a doctor I recommend several brands of milk that can be chosen. Because, actually, your baby still needs breast milk from his mother."

"I understand, doctor. Thank you." Thank you."

Dimas then walked to the nursery with his mother and the doctor he had just met.

"Please, Sir."

Dimas looked at his tiny baby, who was still asleep.

"Here, dear Papa. Let's go home."

The doctor approached Dimas to give him a document to sign.

"Thank you, doctor. Then we'll be fine."

"Together ,Pak. But, did you not look and tell your wife."

"Next time, just the doctor. I'm in a hurry."

Dimas thought avoiding Arshila right now was the best course. He did not want to argue and explain about his cooperation with Nadia.

In the treatment room, Arshila sat down trying to finish her meal. His face still looked pale, his body was also still weak. Not only because, it runs out of energy during childbirth. But, because his mind was draining more energy.

"Mom, please spend it. Because, I still have to take the medicine."

Arshila was silent, she was still stirring her food.

Mas Dimas, have you betrayed me. After what I've been through.

Her tears fell on her plate. The feeling of being betrayed hurts more than it does right now.

"Suster, I want to see my baby. Can you bring him here?"

"I'll bring him here. I hope breakfast is over."

Arshila nodded. Then, start scooping the food.

Before long, the nurse returned empty-handed. Arshila stared at the question mark.

"Where's my baby, Sus?"

"Sorry, Mom. The baby has already taken your husband home."

Arshila dropped her spoon, though,.

"Sister, what?

The doctor treating Arshila entered the room, after the nurse had met her in the nursery.

"Mother, the condition of the mother is still weak. The baby's problem, Mom's husband has brought her home. Because, he thought the mother's condition was not possible to care for him."

"But why don't you tell me doctor. At the very least, I can kiss and hug her."

"Sorry, mom. I've already conveyed to your husband. But, he said he was in a hurry and would come next time."

Again, his tears fell. She can't babysit the baby. At the very least, he wanted to hug and kiss her. Because, it still takes a long time for him to be able to breathe free air.

Sobbing, Arshila buried her face in both of her palms. Now that the pain had doubled, his mind that had just been guessing, was now slowly starting to find a bright spot.

Do you intend to throw me out, Mas. Where did you promise to make it up to you. If after taking our son, you'll divorce me.

Two guards just stared at him. So, also the doctors and nurses who immediately left. Meanwhile, Arshila was still immersed in her cries, ignoring the view people had towards her.