The Revenge of the President

Chapter 91. At the end of the horn

It had been four days since the arrival of the lawyer at Dimas' house. The man, looks riled up and messy. He has not managed to meet Nadia, plus the mother who continues to cry and urgency at home, frustrating him.

The house they lived in, decades old, was threatened with confiscation. It made my mother cry incessantly.

"Mom, it makes me dizzy." Dimas shuffled his hair.

"We have to how, Dimas. Hix, hyx, hyx."

Dimas did not answer. He went straight into his mother's room, unpacking the closet looking for something. He collected several gold boxes that his mother had hidden and several luxurious bags.

"Dimas." Mother was aghast, trying to snatch her belongings. "This is mom's treasure, her only."

"Mother, still thinking about these luxury items." snapped Dimas. "Mommy wants to keep these things and be a bum out there?"

Mother froze, her hand that took her jewelry box, was taken off. He stared at the fancy things, which he painstakingly collected. Of course, from the prize money Dave gave.

"Dimas will sell it, at least we can raise money, even if it's only half the amount." Dimas stuffed all his mother's jewelry boxes and luxury bags, in plastic bags.

I could only stare at him, without doing anything. One word, pasrah.

Dimas has driven his bike, to the gold shop. He drove at high speed and overtook the vehicle in front of him. All must be sold today, murmured Dimas. He predicts the price of his mother's jewelry, can reach hundreds of millions, as well as her luxury bags.

20 Minutes away, he parked his bike in front of the gold shop. There are many shops, which sell jewelry.

"Can I help you, sir?" ask the shopkeeper.

Dimas did not answer. He took out all his mother's jewelry boxes. Put it on the display case.

"How much?" asked Dimas, as if in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, sir. We'll check it out first."

Gold shop clerk, pick up the jewelry box. Hand over, to his friend for examination.

Dimas waited with a long sigh. Repeatedly, he glanced at the clerk who was still busy, serving other customers.

"Sir." The store clerk came back, carrying Dimas's jewelry box.

"How's it?"

"Sorry, Sir. We can't buy. It's fake stuff!"

"Ap ... What's?" Steadied, his heart pounding irregularly.

"This jewelry is fake" said the store employee.

"No way!" yell Dimas. "It's my mother's, she bought it at a great price."

"Sorry, Sir. If you don't believe me, please go to another store, check it out."

Not wanting to argue, which takes up a lot of time. Dimas took back his mother's jewelry box. Get out, then move the gold shop next door.

And apparently, the result is the same. The mother's jewelry is fake. In fact, Dimas had already confirmed it by visiting five jewelry stores.

Frustrated, he curses and curses. He shouted on the side of the road, kicking the air with anger. No matter, people's views. He just wanted to bring out something that stuck in his heart.

He immediately picked up his bike, returning at high speed. His goal, this time was to find a boutique or shopping center, where he could sell his mother's luxury handbags. The hope is, stay on the stuff.

A shopping mall building. Dimas ran in. After parking the motorbike. He walked in haste, with both eyes busy detecting, the place of sale of luxury handbags.

This place was vast, overwhelming Dimas. He climbed on the second floor, looking back with wild eyes.

"Ah, that, her!"

"Can I help you, sir?"

"I want to sell, these bags." Dimas took out his mother's bag. On the table, with different models and colors. In total there were 12 luxury bags, which Dimas carried.

"Sorry, Sir. Please wait a minute." Shop clerks, allowing Dimas to sit, while waiting for them to do the checking.

Dimas plays his phone, tries to contact Nadia. But, again, the call is not connected. Maybe Nadia blocked the number. Dimas laughed blandly. So quickly, the wife turned away from him. Supposedly, the woman listened to his explanation, not just walk away.

"How's it?" Dimas immediately got up, as the shopkeeper returned with the luxury bags.

"Sorry, Sir. We can only buy two bags that you, sir, carry."

"Why? I want to sell everything."

"Sorry, Sir. The rest of the bag that you're in, down is counterfeit or fake."

"What?" Jerky dimas. His face was flushed with anger. He could only clench his hands, without being able to vaporize them.

"This, the total." The store clerk gave Dimas a piece of paper.

"Alright," said Dimas who looks resigned.

After making the transaction. Dimas is back home.

Brakes. The front door opened hard. Dimas kicked him hard. The surprised mother, straight out of the room

"Dimas."

Dimas did not answer. He threw away all the jewelry boxes and fancy bags, under his mother's feet.

"How much money did you spend buying these things?"

Mother's lips, a swarm to answer. The look in the eyes and face of the son, looking at him sharply. She's angry, very angry, inner mother.

"Jawab," cried Dimas, as his mother was only mute and lowered her head.

"500 million," the mother's great-grandson, but it can still be heard by Dimas.

Dimas bulging. His eyes, like he wanted to jump out. His blood, too, seemed to boil.500 million, for a fake. His mother was really fooled. Unfortunately, the mother hid this from him.

"500 million." Dimas kicked a bag, which was under his feet. "Mom knows, all this fucking stuff, it can't be sold. No one, the store wants to buy this fake."

"Ti .. no, maybe!" Mother gasped, she covered her mouth in disbelief. These things, he bought from his friend. He doesn't know if they tricked him.

"Now, pack up mom's stuff. And stay, in kossan Maya."

"Mom won't go. This is our house, they can't take it from mom."

"Whatever. I should have thought that this day would come."

Dimas walked past his mother. He's resigned, if this house is confiscated. He had no money to give back, the prize money his mother received. He's also out of work and all his savings, he'll leave it to Dave's lawyer.

Meanwhile, they will stay in the boredom of the younger brother. Maya decides to move out, as she becomes uncomfortable with Dimas's circumstances and does not mind, though she is confused about where her sister is getting the money to rent a place to live.

Dimas sat on the bed, down. He felt his life was at the end of a horn. His future was already ruined, he did not even know how to start his life from scratch.

Not having a job, how will he move on? What about her mother and her two sisters? They just lean on him.

Dimas stared at the nano, his wedding photo hanging on the wall. He smiled bitterly.

"You're asking for farewell? I'll give you, but it's not that easy, Nadia."