The Revenge of the President

Chapter 89. Nadia's Advice

Little Nadin had woken up and Lin's mother led him to Arshila's room.

"Miss."

Arshila and Nadia looked together. Mother Lin put the little princess on the bed. But, he walked towards his mother, Nadia. Mother took care of him with affection.

This atmosphere, made Nadia feel a little uneasy. After all, Arshila was the biological mother of her daughter.

"Honey, it's your mother" said Nadia, who put Nadin on the bed.

"It's okay. You are her mother. Although, I gave birth to it. But I was a stranger to him. He called me mom, that's more than enough."

There was a bitter feeling, as the sentence slid on Arshlia's lips. A reality that he cannot change. But, she was already grateful enough, the princess could already call her mother and wanted to hug her.

Arshila wiped her tears. He smiled at his daughter, who was in Nadia's arms.

"Mr. Sorry, I love Nadin so much. I'm sorry, if I can't give it back to you."

"What are you talking about?" Arshila smiled. "I'm not gonna take it from you. She's happy with you. You love and love her, that's enough for me. I just wish you could let me meet him."

"Of course, Ma'am. She's your daughter, too."

Nadia put Nadin back on the bed. Then, walk to the table, take vitamins that the doctor has prepared.

"Thank you." Arshila immediately took the medicine with a glass of water.

"Together, Mother."

"Did Dimas know you're here?"

Nadia did not answer. He put the glass first. And take the tray from Arshila's hand, put it on the table.

"No, Ma'am." Nadia sat next to her little daughter. "Me and Dimas are getting divorced."

Arshila's surprised. Nadia is a woman who is loved by her ex-husband. Nadia also made Dimas leave him in prison.

"Me and Dimas accidentally met at that time. I still have feelings for him, so much to believe all his words."

"Then, what about our daughter? He won't let you take care of him."

"Mom, just calm down. Legally, Nadin is my daughter. And I'm gonna fight for child custody."

"alright. I support you."

Nadia replied with a smile. Their conversation came to a halt, as Dave entered the room.

"I'm sorry, Miss." Nadia came out of the room.

The atmosphere is re-created. Arshila nodded and looked away. The husband looked at her with a warm smile.

"You must be bored. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

It's true, he was very bored. Previously, he had been locked up in the house. When he regained consciousness, he was in the same situation again. But where is this bastard taking me? The inner Arshila cursed, although at this time her guts were still shrinking.

Arshila was silent, just staring at the window. The freedom he hoped for was out there. Although. He was interested in Dave's invitation. But he chose to ignore it.

Dave did not give up. He sat next to Arshila who was completely, not looking at her. He still smiled warmly and refrained from touching his wife.

"How about we go around town and buy some food? Do you want to eat something outside, honey?"

Arshila smiled bitterly, hearing Dave's invitation. In the past, he was so expecting this day to come. Now, he doesn't want it anymore. It's too late!!

"I don't want anything from you!" arshila replied, with sharp eyes. "Aren't you tired of your new attitude?"

Arshila laughed mixed with tears. He hit his chest which suddenly felt tight.

"A chance?" arshila said in a low tone, "For what? To torture me again? Living with you makes me want to die every day. I'm tired, I want to be free. Please, let me go!"

Dave clenched his hand. In front of her, Arshila was teary-eyed with overflowing anger.

"I'll give you everything, except farewell."

Dave opted out of the room, with a rumbling feeling. He was trying to restrain and control his emotions. No, no. Don't be stupid, yell at him! You deserve it, you get it.

Dave leaned back, on the closed door. He could still hear the sound of crying, the wife from inside. Dave closed his eyes. Is that right, I don't have a chance to fix everything? I have to how, so you can trust me.

"Sir."

Dave's looking. Nadia was in front of her room.

"Follow me!"

Nadia follows Dave's steps, towards the workspace.

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss asked about my meeting with Dimas. Is it a coincidence or not?"

"You mean, she suspects your marriage?" Dave became agitated. It could be over, if Arshila found out.

"Yes, Sir. But I have denied it."

"Thank you." Dave breathed a sigh of relief, with Nadia's reply.

"Master, sorry. I don't want to interfere. I just want to give you advice."

"Whatis that? Say it!"

"What if you take the lady home in her hometown?"

"Back home?" Dave furrowed his brows.

"Yes, Sir. My husband once said, Miss has a hometown where she was born. There, his parents were buried. Under these circumstances, she must have missed both her parents. And I'm sure, miss won't turn him down, if you take him home."

Dave's smile expands. Why did he never think of this? You idiot, you don't know anything about your wife. Dave cursed himself.

He immediately got up, grabbed Nadia's hand. He was completely, satisfied with the advice of his secretary on this one.

"Thank you, a lot. Nadias. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, sir." Nadia smiled, got a word from her boss. For the first time, Dave thanked her sincerely.

After, Nadia left. Dave grabbed his phone. Call her private secretary, to find out about Arshila's hometown. He could not wait to say this to his wife. Perhaps, their relationship could improve, if the two of them were to go on a long journey. He hopes, Arshila's hometown, is miles away.

In the room, Arshila hugged both of her legs. Supporting his head, above his knees, while shedding tears.

Dave's words, ringing in his mind. My son, he doesn't need you. Arshila doctrinates his mind. From the beginning, you didn't admit to it and wanted it. Now, you're trying to get into your role, as a good husband and father. I'm sorry, I won't be fooled and fooled, for the umpteenth time.

Arshila looked out. The heat of the sun, it's coming out there. He missed his old life. The life before, he met two men who broke his heart. He wants to be free and work as he used to. He does not want love and affection anymore. His heart is dead, for what is useless.

I want to start a new life with my son. Dad, mom, I want to go home. I want to go back, even though I know, I don't have a house, and a place to stay. But, I want to try it.

Mom, dad, I want to go home.

Room atmosphere, became cloudy.