The Revenge of the President
Chapter 38. Hi, Clarissa

Arshila slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was a painful pain. Tears were pouring down, as his memory returned to Dave. At that time, he hoped, the torture of the man could end his life quickly.

Words that were so very piercing and kept ringing in his hearing.

Die, die, die.

I also want to die in your hands soon, so that it will all be over soon. But, why, when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same place.

Arshila covered her face, with both palms. Crying to his fullest, Ica who was sitting next to him cried as well.

Wh why? Wh why? I'm still here. I want it all to end.

"Hiks...hiks.... I'm tired, Ica."

"Miss, hiks...hiks..."

Ica hugged Arshila, like a sister who calmed her sister. Both of them, dissolved in a heartbreaking cry.

"Come,"

"Yes, Miss."

"Help me!"

Arshila tried to get up, assisted by Ica who held her body. He leaned back, wiping away his tears.

Die, die, die.

Arshila closed her eyes, the crystal clear, flowing back down.

"Miss, eat. You should take the medicine."

Arshila shook her head, with her eyes closed.

"Miss, I beg you. You must recover soon."

Arshila opened her eyes, staring at Ica with a plate of food in her hand.

"Ica, do you have a family?"

"Yes, Miss. My mother works at the big lady's residence. My father's dead, I have two sisters who are still in school."

"Sure, it's nice if you get together."

"Miss."

Ica's eyes ran down the river, staring at her employer's face so desperately.

"I have no one, my parents are dead, when I was in school. You know, I worked my way through school to pay off their debts. I had a sister, who was eight years old. He disappeared, when I went to work."

Ica nodded, listening to Arshila speak reminiscing about her past. Perhaps, at this time the master was missing his family.

"I work odd jobs, laundry workers, trade cookies, whatever it is. I'm raising money, to hire an expert, to find my sister. But, until now, I never found it. Until finally, I came to this town. Worked in a hotel, long enough, until I got married."

"Miss, I'm sure one day you'll meet. Be patient!"

"Thank you, Ica. I also wish I could meet him before I die."

"Miss! Please, don't say that!"

Arshila closed her eyes, as pain pierced her body. It hurt so much that he clenched his hands.

"Ca, please get me my clothes and take me to the room."

"Good, Miss. But, Lin's mother told you to stay in her room."

"No need, I feel comfortable in my own room."

"All right, Miss."

Ica smothered Arshila's body, exerting energy to hold it. Because Arshila's body is higher than hers.

The servants, who were working on the lower floor immediately ran over, helping Ica.

Four female servants helped her to walk into the room and lay her down.

"Thank you,"

"Together, Miss. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call us."

"I'm so grateful."

Arshila was lying alone, staring at the ceiling of the room, feeling empty. Caged and tormented, until he himself wanted death to come to him immediately.

Sadness falls without being prevented. Arshila cried with a stifled voice. Called the name Dave who had hurt his heart and body, without compassion. The man who used to be as warm as the morning sun, turned ice-cold. Such a gentle man, was now already a cruel man.

On the small table, there was already a plate of rice and a glass of water and medicine. The servants, have already prepared beforehand. He stared at the picture frame hanging on the small table earlier. A wedding present Grace gave him. The smile of a little boy with his hair shaved. The smile that makes Arshila last, for the sake of the baby.

My daughter. Forgive me, Son. I can't give you anything yet.

Arshila roared, crying out to put out something that stuck in her heart. Something like a big chunk of rock that can't be broken.

The pillow used, became wet due to her tears. Today is the saddest day of his life. Sabetan belt, so impregnated all over his body.

Die, die, die.

"Hiks ...hiks...."

The sound of the door opening, Mother Lin entered but a second later she pecked, staring at the female nanar in front of her. He was silent, letting the heart-wrenching sound of crying fill his hearing.

Cry, Miss. Spill all the pain and burden in your heart.

Not wanting to disturb, Lin's mother placed the paper bag on the floor, then walked out.

Arshila got up and sat leaning back, as the pain on her back throbbed. He opened a necklace around his neck. Take their wedding rings. Look at me, then laugh. Laughing at his stupidity which at that time was so happy to accept Dave's proposal.

For what, I kept it with me. It's so useless!

He threw it, hit the wall and rolled on the floor. Sunlight bounces over the diamond ring. A name is engraved inside.

Clarissa

Deg. Arshila's heart was beating rapidly, her palms became cold. A name, which was so inherent in his memory. A name, which put him in prison.

He looked carefully at the ring again, until he dropped it back on the floor.

Arshila hit her chest that felt so tight, as if all the oxygen was being pulled out forcibly from her throat.

Is it because of this woman, she took revenge on me? But, what is their relationship? Don't-don't-don't he, huh!!

Arshila's eyes widened, covering her mouth that was about to scream in shock.

His memory is backwards, while in the hospital. The policewoman said Clarissa was the fiancee of the president of PT. Deval Power's.

Is he the one? He's Dimas' boss.

His tears had already flowed, it turned out that from the beginning, the man had already planned it. All this time, he was just pretending, there was no love or affection. Maybe, when he kissed her, Dave must have felt disgusted at her.

Stupid, really stupid! He should have found out before. Dave, who was transformed as a savior and claimed to fall in love with him suddenly, should have been suspected from the beginning.

He who has everything, falls in love with a woman like her. He has doctrinated his mind repeatedly, but why is he so weak in his feelings.

"Haha.... So funny! It must be nice to see me fall in love like a stupid woman."

Arshila laughed blandly. Then, get out of the room. Dragging his steps towards the middle room. His appearance was so messy, plus a puffy and wet face due to tears that did not stop flowing.

He stood up straight, staring at the large picture frame hanging on the wall. Photos with the same face, which hangs almost on all the walls of the house. Especially in Dave's room. A photo with a sweet smile hung right in front of his bed.

Hi, Clarissa. I am Arshila, your redeemer.