The Revenge of the President

Chapter 86. Awangun, mother!!

In the study, Liam sat with a straight look at Mr. Yus, who was standing facing him.

"Has this happened before?"

"No, Mister. I'm also just seeing you for the first time, Miss's ex-husband."

Liam nodded. "Hide secret, what happened today. I don't want to, Dave knows. He should focus on his wife's health."

"I understand, Sir."

Why did that guy come here? What does he want from my daughter-in-law? Liam muttered, while walking out, following Yus sir.

From upstairs, Liam can see his busy wife. He could feel how, glad Rachel, a little boy was coming.

"Prepare the menu for children. The texture must be soft, but full of nutrition" he said, a chef.

"Ica," turned to the waiter. "Prepare one more room."

"Okay, Madam."

Liam approached, hugging the wife from behind.

"You're excited today."

Rachel smiled, turned around and landed a kiss, right cheeked.

He was excited, because tonight the house will look crowded. Unlike before, there was only tension and a gripping atmosphere. He was also happy, about the arrival of his daughter-in-law. He thought of her, like his granddaughter.

I can't wait to see that little face. Hugged and kissed him. He also wanted to listen to her chattering. Definitely adorable! Rachel smiled, with a mind filled with amazement.

At seven o'clock in the night, the roar of a car engine, entered the courtyard. Apparently, Nadia came down with her daughter. He was assisted by secretary Tian, carrying a sizable bag.

"Good night, Madam, sir." Nadia lowered her head.

"Good night. Come on, sit down."

Rachel watched the little girl in her mother's arms. Hair braided in two, hiding the face in the arms of the mother.

Tian joined in, after giving Lin's mother a bag to carry in the room.

"What's his name?" rachel asked, who was fixed on Nadia's little daughter.

"He's Nadin, Madam. He's over a year old."

"May I, hug him?"

"Of course." Nadia gives Nadin to Rachel.

The little princess, seemed to refuse. He hugged his mother tightly.

"Honey, don't be afraid" said Nadia.

"Don't force it" Liam said. "Well, we have dinner. He'll get used to it later."

The home is very crowded. The medics are treating Arshila, plus Nadia and her little daughter. Like, a big family coming to visit.

They sat together, for dinner. Although, without the presence of Dave, because it does not want to leave the wife. Nadia sat next to Tian. Meanwhile, her little daughter, sat with a chair that had been specially provided.

"Come, eat!" take Rachel. "Doctor, please. You're also. Come, please!"

Unlike this afternoon, the doctors and nurses, no longer hesitated to lift the plate. Nadia looked doubtful, she looked at Tian who had already moved the side dish in her plate.

"Why?" Tian took the vegetables, put them on Nadia's plate. "Don't be shy. Later, you're starving."

The hostess watched them. Smile, while following taking food.

The atmosphere of the meal, which looked different from before. They chatted, joking, as if there were no status levels, between them. The hostess, who was being warm, treated her guests. Making them have their own impression, about the Alehandra family.

Upstairs, Dave also enjoys dinner. He sat facing his wife, who was still lying down. Unlike them, who sat with joy. Dave enjoys dinner, befriending loneliness and sadness. The taste of food, so bland in the tongue.

Paled face and both eyes closed tightly, making his life not excited and seemed to die. He was drowning in regret and guilt, which somehow ended.

Geck, tok, tok.

Dave did not look. He continued to eat dinner without making a sound.

"Good night, sir."

Secretary Tian, bring Nadia in. No need to wait for their boss to answer. Because he knew, the man would not answer.

Dave looked up, looking at the little girl's face, in the arms of the mother. He smiled, letting them sit down, with a hand signal.

He's completely ruined. He's not like the president, whom I know. What's the president, really love Arshila? Or is he like this, just because he feels guilty? Nadia. Look at Dave, who

not as usual. On his face, overgrown with fur, his hair was ruffled, even long. Her usual face, cold and unfriendly. Now, like, becoming

someone who is grieving. He was silent and didn't talk much. His eyes were red and swollen, because he often cried.

Man, it's finishing dinner. Sipping a glass of water, as a cover.

"Your little daughter will sleep with me and her mother. I'll call you, if he needs you tonight."

"Good, Sir."

"Bring the stuff, it needs. Put it there." Dave pointed at a small table in the corner of the room.

Dave got up to the bed, followed by Nadia who was holding her daughter.

"What time does he sleep?"

"Usually, he would sleep after drinking milk."

"Ready up. Let me put her to bed."

Nadia stunned. It dawned, after Tian patted his back.

He lowered his little daughter on the bed. Nadin crawled up, sitting quietly beside Arshila.

"Mother" she said, with her head pressed, over Arshila's belly.

Why does my heart hurt? Nadia held onto her piercing chest. I know, she's her real mother. But. I'm not willing. What if Arshila wakes up and takes Nadin away from her? They have no blood relation. But, he was the one who raised and took care of her all this time.

"Are you okay?" Tian shook Nadia's arm. Because, the woman was sculpting when she was about to make milk.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"I know what you're thinking. But. Believe this. Miss, it's impossible to take it from you. Her daughter's happiness is in your hands. No way, he could destroy it."

Nadia hoped that Tian's words could happen. He did not know the nature of Arshila. All this time. He only heard the words of Dimas and his mother-in-law.

Milk is made. Nadia handed it to Dave, then returned to the next room that had been prepared.

"You're going to sleep?" Dave wiggled the milk bottle. But. Nadin only glanced at her, then hugged her mother again.

Dave is sitting down. Brushed Nadin's hair gently.

"You hear anything?" Dave kept watching the little boy, sticking his head over his mother's belly. "There's your sister, inside. You can call me, father."

The child who was just a year old, did not understand Dave's words. But, the smiling face in front of him, made him show a row of his teeth that had only partially grown.

"Want to drink milk?"

Nadin shakes. He stood up, spread out his hands. Requesting hugged.

There was a strange feeling, which enveloped Dave. Maybe, like this, if you have a child. Feelings of affection that arise and a sense of wanting to keep it, during life.

"Mother." Nadin let go of a hug, sat next to Arshila and shook her body.

"Mother, wake up." The little hand was shaking his mother's arm. "Mom, awun, mom. Mommy, mother." She cried for no reason, until tears fell on her face.

"Mother, awun!"

"Why baby? Mom is sleeping. Let me hug you."

Deg.

Dave's frozen. His hands hang in the air.

Eyes that have long been closed tightly. Be afoot. Slowly open, because he felt a drop of water above his eyeball.

"Silk."

"Mother."

Author Message

Thank you, who are still faithfully waiting. Sorry if the slow update. Happy fasting. May we all be given health.