The Revenge of the President
Chapter 17 The Saviour

"Are you okay?"

A hand stretched out, to help. He stared warmly, giving a handkerchief.

Arshila grabbed that hand, still crying. Unknowingly, landing his body in Dave's field chest.

"Hiks .. hiks .. I think I want to die."

Dave returned his embrace, rubbing his hair gently.

"Surely, what's going on?"

"I don't have anyone. I just wish she called me Mom. But I was like a stranger to him. Hicks ..hiks..."

Dave let go of his embrace, wiping off Arshila's tears with a handkerchief.

"I'll take you home."

He complied, sobbing. Letting go of that burly hand, pulling him into the car.

"Thank you, sir." Arshila opened the car door, about to get out.

"just that? You didn't offer me coffee."

"Sorry, Sir. If you'd like to, please come with me."

Dave's coming down, getting in on the contract. Arshila opened the door wide, so that the neighbor next to her did not misunderstand. Although, he knows since his arrival the people around him have been loyal to him. A young widow, whom they should be afraid of.

Arshila headed for the kitchen, putting her bag on the table.

"You haven't had lunch?"

Dave noticed the ingredients were cut and ready to cook.

"No, Mister. I haven't been able to, because of the rush. Did you have lunch yet?"

"Not yet, I missed it because I saw a girl crying in front of a restaurant."

"I'm sorry. Wait a minute."

Arshila took all the food she had prepared before leaving. Cooking with pain.

Behind Dave sat at the dining table, staring at the busy Arshila.

It's perfect, if you're a maid in my house.

It didn't take long, the food was on the table. Just stir-fry broccoli mixed with shrimp and fried fish seasoned. It looks simple, but Dave swallows his saliva.

"Please, Sir. Sorry, just this."

"It's okay, it's enough."

Arshila picked up the side dish and vegetables on the plate, gave them to Dave.

"Hm, good," he said, as the food touched his tongue. "You're good at cooking, apparently."

"Not really, Sir. I can only cook like this."

Both of them, enjoy lunch. Only occasionally smiled, when their gaze met.

"Thank you, Shi."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, because you've helped me today."

Dave handed me a piece of paper, before leaving.

"Call me, if you need help. Don't worry, we're friends now."

Arshila accepted it, bowing her head as the man stepped out of the house.

"How's Mister?" tian asked, as Dave was already sitting in the back seat.

"Lumayan, but I'm not satisfied. Tell them to come tonight. Scare him, but don't touch him."

"I understand, Sir."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Arshila was still in the kitchen. Clean up the utensils she uses after cooking and dinner. He cleaned the floor before he went to sleep.

Finished, arshila locked the door, walked towards the room, changed clothes.

"Tomorrow, I'll just make breakfast and stock."

He grabbed his phone, read their chat group. As always, ask each other the news and activities carried out today and the plan for tomorrow.

Arshila recalled, Dave's phone number was written on a piece of paper.

"Where am I keeping it?"

Search here and there, he hasn't found it. He finally, looked in the kitchen and living room.

"Ah, here we go!"

Press the numbers listed, and then save the contact with the name of a new friend.

Gts ... Gts ... Geck...

"Who?"

There was no answer, but the sound of knocking was getting stronger to the point of scaring him.

"Who?" Again asked in a position ready to run towards the room.

There was still no answer, but the door of his house had already been forcefully opened.

"Who are you?"

Arshila backs off, accidentally pressing Dave's contact number.

He ran to the room, but to no avail.

"Actually, who are you? Unhand me!"

One of them grabbed her hair and pointed a folding knife at her face. Slowly, the knife came down touching his entire skin, until it sliced on his arm.

"Let's..." Arshila grimaced in pain, fresh blood flowing.

His hair was still being pulled over, the man changed position by hugging him from behind. Kissing the neck of his tie, while the other man, smashed the belongings in his house without remaining.

Arshila closed her eyes with a sob. The only thing he can do, he does. He couldn't do anything about it, when the knife was still touching his skin.

"Please, let go of me! I beg you, hiks .. hiks ...."

"Open his clothes, it's time to have fun."

Arshila widened, as they walked closer. The man behind her, started taking off his nightgown.

"Let go, let me go." He finally thrashed, no longer caring about the knife that was ready to stab his body.

Plaque, plaque,

His body was violently thrown down until he fell down. With his remaining strength, he tried to fight against the five men who shrouded his body.

At the end of the day, his clothes were on the floor.

"I beg you, please let me go. Please, don't touch me."

Arshila cried bitterly, sitting down trying to cover her naked body.

"Archila."

All turned his head, Dave suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Just use, shirt and shorts.

"Who are you?"

They did not reply, everything went forward, instantly giving an attack. Even a fight, is inevitable.

Arshila could only watch, while crying. Dave was alone, beaten by five men with a knife. Before long, they fell down one by one, until they fled out of the house.

Dave looked at Arshila for a moment, then went to the room, picked up a blanket.

"You okay?"

Arshila just shook her head with tears. His body, covered in blankets, hugged Dave, crying all over.

"Hiks .. hiks ..."

"Calm down." Raising Arshila's body towards the room.

"I'm afraid, hiks .. hiks ..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Although Dave's words tried to calm her down, but in fact, Arshila's body was still trembling in fear, her crying had not subsided either. The shadow that would occur if they touched her, made Arshila not let go of Dave who was still holding her.

"I'll treat your wounds."

"Don't go, I beg you not to go."

"I'm not leaving, okay! Don't worry."

Arshila was silent, her body was trembling more and more. His gaze grew increasingly blurry, until he fell unconscious.

"Shy, Arshila. You why?" panicked,

"Tian," call Dave.

"What's up, Mister?"

"Prepare the car."

Don't die. I haven't done anything yet.

Dave stared at the pale face of Arshila, who was now lying in the car.

Tian opened the car door, as they arrived at the hospital.

"Check him."

"Good, Sir."

The two doctors removed the blanket covering Arshila's body.

"Stop! Don't touch her."

The doctor retreated slowly, confused, wanting to check but not being able to touch her.

"Bring me, patient's shirt."

"Good, Sir."

The curtain closed, Dave himself changed Arshila's clothes. He rubbed his face violently, when he saw the woman's arm was injured. There are still traces of blood that have dried up.

"Dam. What's wrong with me?"

Dave was confused, there was a tingling feeling of anger and pity in his heart. He opened the curtains, letting the doctors do their job.