The Revenge of the President
Chapters 117. Fate Dimas

This morning, Nadia was tidy with her work clothes. Long pants and grey shirt. On his shoulder, perched a sling bag and a blue map, in his hand.

"Morning, Mum."

Nadia was already sitting, with a plate of fried rice on the table.

"Morning, Non."

As usual, I sat at the same table. Breakfast before the princess woke up.

"My mom is coming, this morning. He's gonna stay the night."

This morning's plan, which he's been working on three days ago. Divorce status issues, which are always pending. Nadia was still determined, to resolve it by peaceful means. Moreover, on the advice of the president who asked him to wait, until all resolved by itself. He didn't understand the word, but he did.

Nadia was already in the car, driving towards her first destination. Visiting Dimas in prison. He brought some things that the man might need. Not to forget, he also brought goods for Dimas' mother.

It arrived faster, because the traffic was quite smooth. After reporting and examination, he is welcome to enter. Nadia meets Dimas, while Dimas' mother is in a different detention house.

"Nadia, are you coming?" Dimas smiled widely, with the arrival of his wife.

Nadia just stared straight, her face showing no expression. He did not even feel pity, on Dimas who looked unkempt. Dull face and messy hair, his body too, slowly take care.

"I brought you some things you might need." Nadia thrust paper bag and plastic bag, put on the table.

Dimas was happy. Nadia who insisted on asking for a divorce, apparently still noticed him. Dimas had even thought, if the wife had changed her mind.

"Thank you, baby." Dimas opened the paper bag and plastic bag, to see what the contents are. Clothing and toiletries, as well as two dining boxes.

"Honey. Thank ye. I really need this. I only have one change. Thank goodness you brought me."

Nadia is still not expressing herself. He put down the documents, which he brought.

"Signature, Mom."

Dimas flinched, looking at him in disbelief. The smile on his face and the feeling that had just flowered, disappeared instantly. He hasn't changed, he still wants to part from her. What is his mistake, unforgivable? Can't Nadia give him a chance just once?

"Nad, please don't do this. I'm sorry. Give me a chance." Dimas has been caving.

"What opportunity? Mas was even willing to divorce at that time, with a money guarantee from me. Did you forget?"

"Nad, I'm desperate and have no choice."

"Mas" Nadia said, "Don't beat around the bush anymore. I want us to part ways with no court. You know very well, the court will grant my claim to your present circumstances."

"Nad." Dimas has risen. Angry and sad, mixed into one.

"I'll take good care of our daughter. So is the future of your two sisters. I'll guarantee their education, until graduation. Think of it as my last favor."

Dimas sat back down. His chest was rumbling, his eyes were hot. At a time like this, why did Nadia not have the slightest pity on him? Is it because he has nothing, until the wife hardens his heart like a stone?

"Why?" Dimas tried to restrain himself, so as not to scream. "Just because, I lied to you. Such a small mistake, you can't forgive. All this time, I loved you sincerely."

"Little mistake?" Seringai appeared in Nadia's lips. "By, slandering your ex-wife. He bore all your faults. You don't even care, what about his life. That little mistake, I can't forgive, you know, why? If my life were like Arshila's, you would treat me the same. It is not love, but use. You only see someone of social status."

Dimas bowed in shame, no rebuttal came out of his mouth. His hands were only clenched tightly, with breaths rising and falling, enduring the turmoil within his chest.

Of love? Social status? Nor does he know, what it is, he measures his love of social status. Merely, her feelings changed in an instant to Arshila. When that woman, it becomes very sad.

Nadia smiled mockingly. Whatever your objection, reality is a fact that you cannot cover.

"Signature, Mom. Before, my time ran out and I changed my mind. If we settle through the law, then your brothers, ...."

"Nadia," Dimas said in a low tone. His throat was choked, which made him take a deep breath.

He pulled the piece of paper, grabbed the pen on the table. Without waiting for long, scribbles on paper he had dissolved.

Either this is fate or I chose the wrong path. Punishment, it might sound better.

"thank you. I'll bring your daughter, when I visit." Nadia put the signed paper in the map.

"Are you doing this because I have nothing?" Also ask that question. All along, Dimas had only been able to ask that, in his heart.

"I did this, because_"

"Because what?" Dimas was staring hard.

"Maybe it's time, I'm telling you the truth." Nadia leaned back. "Our meeting, it wasn't a coincidence. But, it's been arranged. I'm not the secretary of Antara group, from the beginning I worked for the president."

"Y-you mean? You?"

"really. At first I was just ordered, to separate you from Arshila. But slowly I fell in love and wanted to get married. Moreover, what you said to me about your ex-wife, made me even more determined."

Dimas. His breath choked, felt tight and piercing.

"You, you ...." Tests, tests. Dimas' tears just fell.

"sorry. The beginning of our meeting was wrong, so I want to end it."

Dimas did not answer. He just hit his chest, holding back the anger and sadness, which stirred the heart.

Nadia immediately got up, one step, she stopped, without turning her head.

"Your sisters, it will be my responsibility, until you are free."

He then left. Temporary. Dimas looked down with tears falling.

It hurts, it hurts so much. It feels broken from before.

The president, the president, the man, ruined his life and Arshila's. He took revenge on both of us.

"I'm ruined."

The officer brought Dimas back in. That guy, resigned. His eyes only looked empty. He walked, as if resting on a cracked egg shell.

Nadia is back. His goal, this time, was to meet his former mother-in-law.

Only about ten minutes, the time. Because, the distance is not far.

As usual, before entering. Nadia had to be checked, along with her luggage.

"Nadia, my daughter-in-law." Mom is smiling.

White hair began to appear, in some strands of mother's hair. Not much different from her child, the mother also looks thin.

"I brought you clothes and food." Nadia put her luggage on the table.

"Thank you, son."

"Mother, I want to apologize. Please, live well and learn to accept the destiny that God has determined."

"Mom, okay, son. Mom's sorry too. Mom now, is conscious and feels more at peace."

"I'm divorced from Mas Dimas."

"What-what?" Mom jerks.

"Mom don't worry. I came, to calm my mother. Mira and her sister, I will be responsible, for their future, until Dimas's dads are free.

Mom was crying. Trial, what else is this? He thought it was all done. The shadow will regroup, once it is free. Stay, mere wishful thinking.