The Revenge of the President

Chapter 9 Happy Dimas

It's been a week since, with the help of a nanny, Dimas can take good care of his daughter. It's been a week too, her relationship with Nadia has gotten sticky. Moreover, Nadia who already knows the condition of Dimas and his wife, although slightly peppered with lies.

Nadia also had no qualms with Dimas' mother, who of course immediately accepted it without a second thought. Frequent visits and bringing many gifts to his future father-in-law, who can refuse.

"Mas, she's beautiful, yeah."

Nadia now hugs baby Dimas who is like her own child.

"Oh, sweetheart. This is Mama, baby," said Nadia again who made Dimas landed a kiss on the forehead of his lover.

"Nad, you're patient a little more, yeah. After I divorced my wife, we got married."

Nadia nodded with a million smiles on her face. There was no guilt, for being the third person in the Dimas household. According to him, he deserves to replace Arshila, the woman who is languishing in prison for her evil deeds.

"Dimas."

Mother walked up to them, carrying pieces of fruit on a plate.

"Nadia, you eat first. Give the baby to the nanny. I'd like to talk to Dimas first."

"Good, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

Mom pulls her son's hand, walks out of the room.

"What's up, ma'am?"

"Hurry, divorce your wife. I didn't feel good about the neighbors, who saw Nadia visiting a lot."

"Dimas has already handed it to the lawyer. Everything will be done, if Arshila signs it."

"good. I'm glad to hear that. You have to move on with your life, don't be burdened with guilt. Let's just say, what happened to your wife was the fate outlined for her."

"Dimas does feel guilty, ma'am. Shila sacrificed for our family. But, the more Dimas thought, Shila did deserve it. Dimas had already done so much for her, even paying off all of her parents' debts."

"Yes, let's just say what he's doing right now, to pay off all your debts."

Dimas nodded, then returned to the room where Nadia was.

"What about her?"

Dimas took a sitting position, next to Nadia.

"The nanny's aunt put her to bed. Oh yeah, Mom, did you give it a name?"

"Not yet, I haven't thought about it."

"What can I do, I give him a name?"

"Of course, he's our son" said Dimas, who stroked Nadia's hair, and one of his hands slipped into her waist.

"What if his name is Nadin Dira Sudrajat. Nice, right?"

"Good, very good. I like it."

Dimas' hand now touched Nadia's neck, kissed her, until the lips of the two clashed together.

"Ohhhhh!"

A word that makes Dimas' lust, getting out of control. He got up to lock the room, then continued their game.

"Aahhhh, Mommy!"

Nadia gripped the sheets, while enjoying every touch of Dimas on her body. Until finally, both of them drowned.

"I love you, Nad."

Dimas pulled the blankets, covered their bodies. Then, grabbing Nadia's body took her in a hug.

Next day.

Dimas visits Arshila in prison, accompanied by a lawyer. Sitting face to face, not a word came out of Arshila's mouth.

It's been a week since she gave birth. Dimas never came to visit, to give an explanation about the woman who was with him that night. In fact, Dimas took their son without seeing him in the hospital.

"Shila, this is my lawyer."

Arshila who was staring, had no intention of extending her hand.

"He will take care of our divorce."

The deg!

Arshila widened, her heart pounding irregularly.

"Divorce? They want to divorce me. After, what I did for you. You just threw me away."

"sorry. But, I need someone to accompany me. Let's just say, what you're doing is repaying your parents' debt to me."

"Bag,"

Arshila's tears immediately fell, disbelieving Dimas' words. Why just now, he's fighting it. Arshila tried to pay for it long ago, but Dimas always refused on the grounds that it was appropriate.

"Well, you sign immediately. I'll give you compensation money, in return and also as payment for your sacrifice."

Dimas handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

"Mas, why are you so hearty? What about your promise? You promised you'd make up for it if I was free."

Dimas breathed heavily.

"I still remember my promise, make up for it by giving you restitution."

"Bus, ...."

"Enough, don't waste my time any longer. "Sela Dimas, "Now sign." Dimas returned the scrap paper.

Arshila sobbed, weeping with tears. He picked up the pen, staring at Dimas who was still waiting for the scratch of the pen on the paper.

"Can I meet my daughter?" ask Arshila again.

"of course. You have the right to meet him."

Arshila stared at the paper, still tearful.

"Then, what's your reason for divorcing me?"

"I love others. We're getting married. He loves our daughter like his own."

Dimas direct to the point, did not want to linger with his wife who constantly asked, took his time.

While Arshila smiled bitterly, it was as easy as her husband said he would marry again. Sweet promises of loyalty, just sweet words. Now, he only needed to let go of his status, in order for them to continue with each other's lives.

Arshila put pen to paper, every scratch, accompanied by tears that fell down.

"Mas, before we part, I need an answer. Did Mas send me here on purpose, to throw me away?"

"Isn't it clear! Proceed with your life, I'll send you the compensation money in the account. You can use it when you're free."

Dimas got up, walked without looking. Meanwhile, Arshila just stared at the back of her ex-husband, who was slowly disappearing.

He was still sitting, continuing his cries, leaning his head on the table.

So, you did it on purpose. You purposely made me replace you.

Now there was no hope for her, a new life that her ex-husband had raised, no meaning for her. How can he move on without anyone, who supports and gives him love.

Pretty stupid indeed, Arshila thought. His love is not a guarantee to be able to age together. His sacrifice all this time, was not a guarantee to keep someone by his side.

Arshila stroked her chest, this pain was more severe than when accepting the accusation of a murderer. Pain like this, it takes a very long time to treat it. In fact, leaving behind trauma and distrust of love.

I hate you, Mas. Ihate you.

Arshila could only curse inwardly. Not having the strength to retaliate.

***

By PT. DEVAL POWER, Dave smiled with satisfaction, hearing the report from his Tian secretary. Not only that, the photos of Arshila crying scattered on the table.

"Good, now let him cry over his life. I'll wait, once he's free."

Dave put down one of Arshila's photos.

"What about Nadia? Is she really in love with her ex?"

"It seems, so sir. He said he'd marry Dimas."

"Curtain, that woman. I asked her to pretend, to be stuck in her own role."

"Then, how about Sir?"

"Leave it. That's the decision, we don't have to interfere anymore. But, tell him not to forget his duty."

"Good, Sir. Excuse me."

Dave looked back at the photo of Arshila.

It's nothing, wait till you're free. You'll see the real hell.