The Revenge of the President
Chapters. 31 Why? Wh why?

Arshila slowly stepped up, after Grace said goodbye to her, on the night. The woman, give him a wedding present before leaving. A parcel that is still neatly wrapped.

Arshila was at the door, breathing in first. Perhaps, behind this door the servants had prepared a surprise for him. Remembering Dave was in a hurry to get home, even leaving him.

He tuned his face, constantly smiling. Holding the door handle, with a pounding heart.

The door opened, he circulated his gaze, as the servants were doing their respective duties. Though this morning, this house was very quiet, there was only one servant who helped him to give it.

Arshila stepped up, slightly lifting her narrow skirt. The servants were still busy, they did not ask let alone look at him. Ica, who was among them, was confused to approach Arshila. He is assigned to take Arshila in his new room.

This morning, you suddenly told them to come back, after Arshila left the house.

"Ica, the young master advised, to escort Arshila in her new room, behind. Don't call her 'Miss' and don't be burdened, let alone feel guilty. Your status is the same!"

What should I call him? Thus, Ica argued in her heart. His conscience was vehemently opposed to calling out the woman's name.

"Sister," A word Ica thinks is more appropriate.

Arshila smiled, grabbing the girl's hand. A little surprised, with the way Ica called, but did not mind

"Where have you been, Ca? I was looking for you this morning. Oh, ja. Help me open this hair bun."

Arshila had already pulled her hand, towards her room on the second floor.

How's this! How do I say it? Ica screamed in her heart, not having to ruin Arshila's happiness just married.

"Sir, wait a minute!" Ica flicked a step, "Sister's room has been moved."

"really? What's in Dave's room?"

Arshila seemed to blush in shame making Ica even less willing to say it.

"Please, come with me!"

Arshila followed Ica in front of her. The waiters looked at him, then turned back to look away. Arshila passed through the kitchen, usually the chefs would ask, about what menu she wanted. But, it looks like they are ignoring and pretending not to see it.

"Comma, where are we going? Isn't it Dave's room on the second floor?"

Ica did not immediately answer, because it still had to string the right sentence.

"Sorry, Brother. I'm just following orders."

Thus, Ica answered so that Arshila would stop asking.

Enter them, in the back room directly adjacent to the kitchen and backyard of the house.

"Whose room is this, Ca?"

Arshila furrowed her brows, as Ica brought her to this place.

"Just go inside, brother. The new butler, will tell you everything that needs to be done."

Ica immediately ran over, leaving Arshila confused by her words.

Isn't this the maid's room? Arshila wanted to ask like that, but Ica had already left first. Since Ica, already saying that, Arshila chose to enter, she was also curious about the room the girl had appointed.

Very narrow room, there are only cotton mattresses, pillows and blankets that can still penetrate the cold night air.

"Paperku. Why is it here?"

Arshila opened her bag and suitcase, her belongings inside.

"Is this my room? But, why?"

Arshila continued to ask, without anyone giving an answer. He pulled his bag and suitcase, out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

The waiter in a white shirt suit, looked foreign.

"I'm going to my room."

"This is your new room. Didn't the waitress tell you?"

"This is my room? But, why?"

"Stop asking and take this."

The butler threw a shirt, right on Arshila's face.

"Five minutes, you're in the kitchen."

Arshila lifted the shirt, isn't this the clothes Ica and the other servants used? Why do I have to wear this and stay in the maid's room? Arshila's question now piled up in her head. And only one person could give an answer to his confusion.

"Dave, where is he?"

Arshila had already changed her clothes, because in this room there was no closet, so she stuffed her bridal suit in a suitcase.

In the kitchen, the female butler was already waiting. Staring at Arshila with her new look.

"Call me, Lin's mother. I'm the new butler, who will oversee your work."

Lin's mother introduced herself first, before telling Arshila what to do.

Arshila did not answer, her mind was wandering, because of a situation she did not understand.

"You, as the new servant, are in the laundry room. Don't go anywhere else in the house. Youunderstand?"

Arshila was silent, the servant said as if making her body electrocuted. Actually, why? Wh why? Vulnerable question, which actually boils down to the same thing.

"You didn't answer? Do you mind?"

Mother Lin asked, still in a low pitched manner,

"I don't mind, but something is troubling my mind and I'm sure, Lin's mother knows what I mean. You all know!"

"We know, Arshila. But, that answer could only be given young master. But, I think, actually that answer is already in front of your eyes."

Deg. She made me a maid at her house. But, why? What wrong? What about the love and attention he gave me? Is everything fake?

Tests. Her tears, they have fallen. The answer before his eyes was caught in his mind. But, why? That was, the answer he wanted to hear directly from Dave.

"Crying, won't give you an answer. Work, who knows young master, will give you a chance to meet him."

Arshila did not move, she did not want to guess, especially until she was prejudiced. No way, Dave did this to her. The two of them had no grudges in the past, not even Arshila knew the man at all, other than his name.

Instead, go washroom like Lin's mother ordered. Arshila ran towards the stairs. No, I have to meet him.

"Mother Lin, how is this?"

Ica felt afraid, as well as the other servants, which was actually very unbearable.

"Leave it, young master has not returned. He'll be tired himself."

Mother Lin turned the direction towards the courtyard of the house. He had the same feelings as the other servants. But, whatever the power, he's just a butler taking orders.

Two days ago, Dave personally met her. Lin's mother served as butler at Dave's villa. Although, rarely visited, Dave still wants his villa, still inhabited. Because, that place was her wedding gift to Clarissa .

"Pak Yus will replace you. Do your job as usual. But, remember don't touch her, just yell at her."

"I understand, Sir."

"One more time, don't say anything to her and most importantly, I don't want her out of the house. Either he's sick or he's dying, don't do anything without my permission."

"I understand, Sir."

That's how Dave said it to her. Only he has the right to Arshila.