The Revenge of the President

Chapter 85. Dimas Business

After that, three lawyers left the house. Dimas slumped on the floor. His future is ruined, so is his life. The wife asked for a divorce, when she needed support. Wh why? Because I already have nothing?

On the couch, my mom was crying hysterically. He looked at the ceiling of his house. This house is a relic of the husband, if they take it, where his family will live.

Dimas looked up at his mother. He held the mother's knee.

"Mom, the money's still there, right? I didn't use it, did I?" Dimas rocking his mother's leg.

Mother was crying more. He was afraid to face his son's anger. The money, given a year ago. Where possible, still kept intact.

"Mother" cried Dimas. "There's still, isn't there, mom? You didn't spend it, did you?"

"Mother, already used it in part," he replied with a sob.

"How much is it? I know, Dimas doesn't have a lot of savings. All used for home."

Mother did not answer. He just shed his tears. Banging on his chest, which felt tight.

"Why? Why are they asking for the money back? Does your boss know everything? Hiks .. hiks ... how is our fate now?"

Dimas. Well, the president knows everything. If not, why would he ask for the prize money back and fire him.

"Where are we going to live, Dimas? This house is a relic of your father. Mom didn't want it, they took it. Why is our fate so bad? In fact, your wife asked for a divorce under these circumstances."

Mother's cries grew stronger, blaming unfair circumstances on them. He continued to lash out at his chest, shouting lament for fate.

"It's all, it must be that fucking woman! He must have told your boss. Only the three of us know about it. If not him, who else!"

Dimas' hands clenched. The sense of regret for Arshila, some time ago, vanished already. His life is ruined, and that woman is responsible for everything that happens to her.

Dimas recalled, if Nadia ever told them. Arshila lived in the president's house, for some reason, until she was there. But, he was sure one hundred percent, if the ex-wife, must be a maid.

No way, a president would be willing to accommodate a murderer of his future wife. Well, he must have taken revenge on Arshila, until the woman couldn't bear it and finally opened her mouth.

Damnit damnit!! Supposedly, I sent Arshila back to her hometown. Dimas nibbled his temple. The mother's crying voice, made her head throb pain.

"Mother, stop crying!" said Dimas, who had risen from his position.

"Where are you going?"

"Give me mom's account book. I need to know how much money you're spending. We have to save this house."

"I ... mother." Mother's word hangs. He was afraid of the reaction of the child when he saw his account book.

"Don't waste my time!"

Dimas stepped first, towards his mother's room. Followed, the middle-aged woman, who dragged her steps.

Mom opens the closet, takes something under the folds of her shirt. Then, give it a Dimas.

"This only?" Dimas. The account book in his hand fell on the floor. "Mom, all this time, Dimas gave enough money, for the needs of the mother. But, why? You spent that kind of money, what for?" Dimas' voice shook, suppressing anger.

"Mom don't know, something like this is going to happen. I thought, everything's gonna be okay. I don't think she's gonna open her mouth." The downcast mother blames fate and her former daughter-in-law.

Dimas ruffled his hair, frustrated. Where he's going to find that much money. Even his savings will not be enough.

Book of accounts, back taken Dimas. Walked out, saying nothing. He snatched the motor key, left without saying goodbye.

Dimas returns to Nadia's parents' house. Overtaking vehicles in front, at high speed. Traffic, though, is heavy. Because, the hours of returning to the office in the afternoon.

Arriving in the yard, Dimas noticed the wife's car was still parked, like the last time, he came.

Geck, tok, tok.

Dimas knocked loudly, demanding that the homeowner immediately exit. Not open. Dimas knocked and shouted to call his wife's name.

"Den, Dimas?" The housekeeper, just opened the door. Dimas went in without answering.

"Where, Nadia?" ask her in a harsh tone.

"I don't know. Non Nadia, never come home. In fact, didn't come to take his car. Mother was also dizzy, because non Nadia, did not give word."

Where are you, Nadia? Hiding from me. Just look! I will not divorce you. Brak! The closet door, closed with a loud voice.

"Mother where?" ask Dimas again.

"Mother is home. He said there's family business."

Hmm!! It could be, the woman went home, took care of her family business. Instead, his daughter ran away and asked for a divorce.

Stay out of the house, without saying goodbye. He immediately took his motor. And back on, aimlessly. Stop for a second, by the road.

I have to find him, where? I need the money, to get it back to the president. Dimas shuts down, the engine's motor. His mind was in a frenzy, with a heavy burden. He needs Nadia, to help him and also wants to maintain their marriage.

He was fired, even his name on the blacklist. He had trouble finding a job later. Unlike Nadia, the wife can still find another job. That's why, he was desperately looking for his wife.

If only I hadn't followed my mother's advice, maybe everything would have been fine. Although, he was imprisoned, his life would not be as difficult as it was now.

Sunday!!

All because of Arshila. That woman!! The anger of Dimas was most beautiful, when the memory of the ex-wife flashed.

"Both of us, have lived well. But, you open your mouth now, for what? I want to hear it Arshila!! You should have stayed for our daughter. But, you're thinking about your own life?" Dimas shouted loudly. He gave off hatred for the woman. The woman who is the cause of her life's destruction now.

Once satisfied, he turned the engine back on. Drive fast and overtake, between vehicles.

A luxurious, three-story house, visible from a distance. Dimas paused for a moment, paying attention to the state of the front of the house. A towering fence and several security officers.

I don't give a shit. I've been fired. He's not my boss anymore! Dimas doctrinates his mind. He had to see his ex-wife. See how good his life is now, until he opens a secret that has long been neatly stored.

Dimas parked his bike, right in front of the gate.

"Sir, please don't park in front!" Security, asked him to move his bike.

Dimas does not rub. He walked towards the fence.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Arshila. I want to see him. Tell him to get out!"

Security officers, look at each other. One of them asked for a post to report. The others, asked Dimas to leave.

"Sorry, there's no Arshila here. Please go!" The officer, pulled Dimas' body away.

"Don't lie to me! I know he's inside." Dimas. "Archila. Shilais. Out you!!" shouted Dimas, until they dragged his body to the edge of the road.

The turnstile, open. Dimas flinched, seeing who came out to greet him.

"Presdirector. Sorry, if I'm interrupting. Let me, I met Arshila. He works here, right? I'm her ex-husband. Something needs to be, I say."

Liam budging. He looked straight, watching Dimas.

"Pak Yus" call Liam. "Call Arshila, get out! I don't want any commotion at home."

"Good, Sir."

Mr. Yus ran inside the house. Meanwhile, Dimas thanked her, with a bright face.

Pak Yus is coming. Behind him, there were two women in maid uniforms.

"Which one, your ex-wife?" ask Liam.

Dimas watched the two women. They were not women, which he was looking for. Actually, what the hell is going on? Obviously, Nadia said seeing Arshila in this house. Was the president lying to him and hiding his ex-wife? But, for what? There is no benefit, for their families.

"Sorry, President. But, it's not them I'm looking for."

"They were both named Arshila and worked here for only a year" Liam explained

Dimas froze, confused what to answer. Apparently, something's wrong. But, don't know where the mistake was!