The Revenge of the President
Chapter 46. Accustom oneself

Three days have passed, still in the hospital.

The infusion needle is removed, all the clothes are also tidied up in the bag. Sofia's doctor has allowed Arshila back home.

"The wound has healed, only it still needs to be given ointment for treatment. So as not to cause scars."

Arshila thanked Sofia for taking good care of her.

"Please, Miss."

He stepped up, forcing both of his legs to walk. Going home, maybe for some people the word home, becomes a happy word. I get together with my family and do a lot of things. But to him, the word home meant nothing. Because, only loneliness and suffering welcomed him.

In the car, Arshila just mute while staring out the window. It would be nice if he became like them. Go to work, do busy to spend time.

Now his mind, anchored somewhere else. A home that will be the goal. What will welcome him? Arshila leaned her head against the window, looking straight ahead.

It's close! Don't be afraid, Shi. You've been through it many times. If death is waiting for you in there, wouldn't it be better!

He closed his eyes, strengthening his resigned heart.

"We're here, miss."

Arshila's heartbeat quickened, as the driver said so.

Mother Lin had already gone down first, so had the driver who picked up the items.

Deg.

What's the matter? Why are they marching outside? Waitaminute! Isn't that Mr Yus! Why come out? Is Dave going home? Nah! I don't want to mess with him. I need to get in.

"Welcome, Miss."

Arshila stopped suddenly, the servants who daily helped her work, welcoming her with respect.

"Ka ... You guys, why?"

"Please come in, Miss."

Pak Yus approached Arshila who was confused looking at them.

"Don't be like this, sir. You're scaring me."

"Fear, what?" Rachel suddenly appears "Come in, you're just healed. Start, today get used to you, be my daughter-in-law."

Arshila went straight in, without refuting any more. In the living room, Rachel had already sat down with a steamy cup of tea. Meanwhile, Arshila noticed the entire house filled with party decorations.

"Sit down." Rachel put down the cup. "From today on, your status is the daughter-in-law of this family. No, think about the fucking kid. As long as I'm here, he won't do anything."

"I'm sorry, Madam. But, ..."

"Mistress??" Rachel's voice went up one level. "Call me, Mama. Try, say it now."

"Ma ... Mama." Arshila was still stammered from nervousness.

"Good." Back with a low tone and a little smile. "Your room's been moved up there. You'll be rooming with your husband."

"What?" Arshila. "But, Mistress. Me ... " Rachel's eyes were already glaring, before her daughter-in-law finished her words."Sorry, Ma."

"I told you, he's not gonna fuck around. I know your concerns, but as a couple you should sleep together and give me grandchildren."

Again, Arshila was jumped and this time her eyes widened and almost jumped, in shock. Grandchildren! How could he ask for a grandchild? His son only tortured me, but easily asked for grandchildren. Mother and son are just as crazy!

"A ... I'm ...." Arshila.

The trauma and fear still enveloped his heart and mind. How can he get through the night, if he's in bed with Dave? The wounds on his body have just healed, do I have to go back to adding new wounds?

Rachel hugged her daughter-in-law, she understood but everything had to go through quickly.

"Mom guarantee, he won't hurt you again. Believe me!"

"I'm scared." Arshila sobbing.

"Here, go upstairs."

Arshila was just following. If Dave, back to doing rough things, maybe he just yelled. In order, the mother-in-law faced her own child.

In front of the room, Mother Lin was already waiting. It seems, to show him something.

"Miss, this is your dress and next to the young master's dress. This closet, special bags and shoes." Mother Lin pointed at the other closet.

"Mother Lin, I'm just at home for what that much clothing is."

Mother Lin simply smiled, then went back to showing the dressing table.

"All make up is ready. From tomorrow, Miss will do regular maintenance and take some classes."

"Class?" Arshila furrowed her brows.

"Mrs wants you to take an English class. In addition, you will also learn in cooking classes. In addition, there will be some tutoring teachers who will teach you about many things."

"What's that?"

"You'll know for yourself, miss. Now, rest. I'll give you the schedule next week. Tomorrow, just enough body care."

Mother Lin had already come out, Arshila was just sitting on the sofa. Still at 10 a.m., he didn't know what to do in a room this wide.

But, his gaze was locked on the picture frame that was still displayed there. Painful, seeing a photo of another woman plastered in front of him.

Arshila got up, groped every part of the photo, smiling bitterly.

"I've tried, but still, I'm still standing in front of you. I'm sorry, I don't intend to replace your position. I just don't have a choice. Don't feel betrayed, because she doesn't have feelings for me, neither do I."

Smiling back at the photo of Clarissa, a pretty face there as if smiling to reply.

Arshila picked up a pillow and looked for a blanket in the closet. He put both of those things on the couch. This is the place to lay down tonight.

Ceklek, the door to the room is open.

Rachel stepped in, watching two things on the couch, but she ignored them.

"Take this." Handing over a cell phone. "Don't refuse, you need it. Call Mama, if there's anything."

"Thank you, Ma."

"Let's get some rest, we'll have lunch soon."

Arshila nodded. Although, it was not yet accustomed that he tried to accept all the treatment of his mother-in-law.

Arshila checked the contact number on her new phone. There's already a name, mama and papa, as well as a fucking husband. Huh! Arshila read the contact's name again. Damn husband, that's what it says and Arshila doesn't intend to change it.

Mom is funny, but firm. He had a chance to shake his head, considering the unpredictable nature of his in-laws. Somehow, the nature of her father-in-law, Arshila wished she had the same nature.

Arshila chose to leave the room, because she was bored. He walked into the kitchen, watching the cooks cook. Maybe there's something he can do.

"Do you need anything, miss?"

"No, just continue. I'm bored, can I help you?"

Chef smiled, he already knew what Arshila meant. Because the employer is used to working.

"It's okay, Miss. We're almost done. If you're bored, why don't you go to the library on the third floor."

"Library?"

"Yes, Miss. It has been three days, young master prepared a library for you. There, Ica is tidying up the book."

Arshila was enthusiastic and excited, but the next second. All gone. What, he prepared a library for me? Is this a new place to torture her?

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