The Revenge of the President
Chapter 21 Trauma

The weather today was a little cloudy, the dark clouds covered the sunlight, which had just risen. Strong enough wind gusts, knocking out the leaves that begin to dry.

"Miss, you can go home today."

Arshila just nodded, her mind fixed on a house, where she was going today. The house that initially felt comfortable, is now like a haunted house that he refused to live in.

"I'll drop you off, Miss. Young master still has business."

He nodded back, in response.

It was time to leave, Grace was already holding Arshila's bag, while the woman walked in front of her.

What's wrong with him. Is it because Dave hasn't seen her for two days. Grace held her own in her heart. Both of his eyes, still paying attention to Arshila who entered the elevator. Why didn't he ask me. Whether she was embarrassed, Grace kept asking in her heart, until they arrived at the parking lot.

Arshila got in the car, while Grace sat down next to the driver.

"Miss, do you want to buy something?"

"No, manager. We'll just go home."

The car, too, slowly left the hospital courtyard. Out there, it's starting to rain. Apparently, some people were running for cover. There are shade in front of the shophouse, there are also still walking, by letting the rain hit his body.

"Manager Grace, please turn left."

The driver who was listening turned right away. Arrive at a crossroad, then turn right, according to Arshila's direction.

"Please stop!"

Arshila gazed from the windshield of a car, a house painted gray. A home that wants to be the goal.

I want to go home.

Arshila was still staring, mute, with tears flowing down. He rubbed the window glass, as if touching the house with his hands.

I miss what we were like, I'm tired, I'm lonely.

"Hiks .. hiks ..." Finally, the crying sound that he was enduring, broke out as well.

"Sir, come on, walk!" grace's orders.

In the back seat, Arshila was still crying, her eyes still looking at the house. It slowly started to drift away, making him sob even more.

I just want to go home. Why is there no home for me.

Grace felt pity, though did not understand, why the girl wanted to see her ex-husband's house. Does he still love her. Had he not forgotten it, Grace continued muttering.

"We've arrived."

Arshila wiped away her tears, as the driver said.

In the front seat, Grace was already down first. Meanwhile, Arshila still felt reluctant.

"Miss, please!"

The car door opened, but Arshila still did not move from her place.

"Miss, are you okay? Does Miss want to go somewhere else?"

Arshila shook her head, she had no other purpose and no one to go to. Like a friend, who might be able to offer him to stay at his place.

If only they all didn't leave, I could run for a while.

Avoiding the situation now, as useless. Because, in the end, both of his legs had to step into the place he called the haunted house.

The door of the house opened, like something was different after he was unconscious, that night.

"This ...."

"All the furniture, it's been replaced, at the young master's command."

"Send me my thanks."

Arshila walked into the room, everything was different. From the bed, the cupboard and the table, everything has been replaced.

"Miss, do you need anything?"

He doesn't need anything, he just wants someone to stay with him. But, he was too hesitant to say that, he who, should ask the woman in front of him, who was no one for him.

"Nothing, I just want to rest."

Arshila nodded, though inwardly unwilling, if Grace left her alone. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Arshila stiffened. The atmosphere was quiet, sweeping through the entire house.

He closed his eyes, do not be afraid. This is not gonna happen again. They won't come back. They won't come back. He kept his mind calm.

But, no matter how hard he tried, his body could not be invited to cooperate. Cold sweat began to wet the face and palms. They won't come back, they won't. Continue to mutter with tears that have flowed.

The creaking of the door rang out, the sound of footsteps slowly being heard entering the house. Arshila flinched, the fear that had already spread, further suffocating her.

Please, please protect me! With his eyes closed, he continued to pray. Please protect me! His tears became more unstoppable, he chose to hide behind a blanket.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the door.

Chequek. Door opens.

Arshila who was behind the blanket, was getting more and more frightened. His body trembled, even his tears were already mixed with cold sweat, on his face.

"Dear."

It's Dave! HIks .. hiks .... She cries hysterically when her blanket is opened by Dave.

"Why you?"

"Hiks .. hiks ... I fear. I'm afraid they're back."

Arshila sobbed as she was in Dave's arms. He hugged the athletic body tightly, a sense of security slowly easing his cries and fears.

"Don't be afraid, they won't come back."

Dave stroked Arshila's hair gently. It's nothing compared to the death of Clarisa and my baby. I'll make you feel reluctant to live again. Dave sneered cunningly, landing a kiss on Arshila's head.

"Would you like to eat something?"

Arshila shook her head, still holding Dave.

"It's noon. I brought you some food. You should eat and take medicine."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Can I have Grace with me tonight?"

Dave let go of Arshila's embrace, he dropped a glance, at the woman he hated so much.

"Grace is a girl. He can't protect you. What if I'm the only one with you tonight?"

Arshila returned the gaze of the man who volunteered, to protect her. The look was so shady and made her feel comfortable.

"Preferably, no. I don't want people here to misunderstand and commit violence."

"You sure?" I looked at Arshila's face. "Said the doctor, you're experiencing trauma and shock. You need someone to accompany you."

Arshila simply nodded, though inwardly said otherwise.

I can do it, it's just trauma. I can definitely get through it. Arshila strengthened her heart.

"Well, we're eating now."

Dave grabs Arshila's hand, asking to follow her footsteps.

On the table, there were many food packages. Dave took the pring, then moved it.

"It's artificial, Mama," he said, while taking a side dish for Arshila.

"I'm sorry, because it's been a lot of trouble for you."

"It's okay."

Arshila scoops the food in her mouth, with Dave doing the same.

"She is good at cooking. This food is so good."

"Of course, my mother is a person who is proficient in this field."

Arshila scoops her food back, then pours water in a glass to give it to Dave. He enjoyed the dishes that the man brought.

No exclamation, if I poison you right away, no! Better like this, take you slowly up to heaven. Then, throw you hard into hell. That's more exciting!