The Revenge of the President
Chapter 78. Deteriorated

Hospitals.

Three days have passed, without feeling. Day and night take turns, regardless of human affairs.

For three days too, Dave faithfully accompanied the wife. He made the hospital his home. All activities are carried out here, including work that requires his signature or approval.

The man, no longer paying attention to his appearance. His hair was combed original, his face was overgrown with fur. His eyes deepened, he was like a lack of sleep and a lot of thoughts.

In the room, he is not alone. There was Mr. Yus, who accompanied him. The middle-aged man, will be home by nightfall.

Every day, he would bring food and clothes. Dave rarely touches his food.

"Good morning, sir."

Secretary Tian greeted, bowing his head. Then, walk in. Behind him, Nadia greeted him.

The man, not replying, only turned his body a glance, then refocused on his wife.

"Master, I've brought his daughter."

Dave turned his head back, looking at the little girl who had the exact face of her father. Her hair was braided in two, with a pink ribbon. The little girl, frightened hugged her mother tightly.

"I hate that face!"

Sontak Nadia is scared. He struggled to swallow his saliva. He looked at Tian, the man just shook his head.

"Sir, he's just a kid and doesn't know anything."

Dave stared intently at his secretary. Then, switch to Nadia.

"You've made your decision? I won't force you to divorce her, because that's your choice. It's just, the punishment for him will make you troubled. So think about it!"

"Thank you, sir."

"close. Let the boy, wake his mother."

Nadia said, holding her daughter sitting in a chair, across from Dave.

"Honey, this is your mother, son."

Nadia took Nadin's small hand. Sticking it on Arshila's fingers, lying down.

The little girl, let go. Out of fear, with the figure in front of them. The man, as if glaring at her.

"Don't be afraid, Mama's here." Nadia stroked her daughter's hair. Back, take Nadin's little hand, to hold his real mother's hand.

The boy complied, flirting with Arshila's hand, as if waking her up.

"Mother" he said, which moved Nadia.

Meanwhile, Dave looked at them in the shade. There was a strange feeling he felt. Perhaps, his life will be perfect, with the presence of his son later. And he will fight, to fix everything.

"Mother" said Nadin. He looked down, kissed his mother's hand and moved to kiss her forehead. Although, it feels foreign, but the blood bond is undeniable.

"Tu .. sir." Nadia's voice was stamped. "Look!" Show it to Arshila's face.

Dave looked at his wife's face. The woman, shedding tears, with both beads still closed. Her tears, falling at the end of her eyes.

The president is getting worse. He clasped Arshila's hand, showering her with kisses, while holding the clear liquid that would drip in a moment.

Why is that woman crying? What exactly did he experience, in his long sleep? Is it happy or sad in the dream?

"Wake, baby. I beg you." Tears that he had painstakingly endured, broke down as well.

Dave sobbed, with his head lowered. He was frustrated with his wife's situation.

The doctor said he was okay. Only his body, which refused to wake up. Perhaps, the influence of trauma or his shaken psychological state.

Dave resigned and could only blame himself. Guilt and regret made him worse off.

"Start, today. You stay in the hospital with your daughter."

"But, Mister. What should I tell Dimas?"

"You don't have to think about it. From tomorrow, he will be busy thinking about his own problems."

Nadia did not answer. He looked at Tian, asking for his opinion. This was too sudden and he had not said goodbye to his mother. He also, did not prepare his daughter's equipment.

"Master, can I do it tomorrow? I haven't said goodbye to my mother. And also, I don't bring any equipment for my son."

Dave watched them. Perhaps, he thought, what equipment for a child of that age? Isn't it, adults are more troublesome? When remembering, the equipment that must be brought if traveling.

"What does he need?" his index finger was pointing straight at the little boy. "Let's go, Tian bought it."

"He needs diapers, clothes, blankets, milk, milk bottles, toys, snacks and swings."

"Sorry, Sir." Tian interrupted. " I think let Nadia come home tonight and prepare for their needs. If I had to buy it, it would be difficult. Because, buying things for children, it must be his mother who buys," Tian explained.

Just command, bring the documents he did. He did not want to buy baby equipment, which he did not really understand.

"All right, it's up to you. But, tomorrow morning, I have to see you here."

"Good, Sir."

Nadin still clasped his mother's hand. He does not care about adult debates, which he does not understand.

His small body, creeping up on top of the gurney. Lie down next to her mother and embrace her.

"Mother, awun," she said.

Dave smiled and was moved. He stroked Nadin's head gently. Maybe, like this it feels, have a family of your own.

If, he's sick. There is a son and wife who will accompany him later. Stroking her hair, kissing and taking care of her.

Different place.

Adversity is also experienced, Ellino. The man with his shaky steps, walking on the grass. His hand held, a white rose. He continued walking between the tombs.

I don't know how to face you.

With tears in her eyes, she dropped her knees in front of Clarissa's grave. A white rose was placed in the middle of the tomb.

"Sorry," he said, sobbing. "I'm sorry!"

Ellino couldn't take it anymore, she felt very claustrophobic. His apology, not heard by Clarissa. The woman, already lying peacefully.

He shouted, bringing out something that stuck in his heart. Her cries grew louder and heartbreaking.

"A .. I was wrong, I was stupid for leaving you. Sorry, sorry, sorry."

Ellino walked on her knees, touching the tombstone. He kissed, then dropped his body, over the mound of the tomb.

"Why, why? Hix, hyx, hyx. Why didn't you say it? If I knew, I'd take you away."

Her tears fell on the tomb. He cared nothing, his dirty clothes and the scorching sun.

"Help me, Cla. I am tormented by this reality. I can't, I'm not strong. I'm sorry, Cla."

Ellino hit his chest firmly. He's like he's gonna faint, because he's running out of oxygen. His chest felt very tight and piercing.

"Say, what should I do? I can't even apologize to you. Tell me, how am I supposed to make amends? It's too, painful because I can't do anything."

That face, filled with tears mixed with sweat. The shirt is white, it turns yellow, so do the jeans he uses.

An old man approached him. He was carrying a cleaning device, apparently the officer guarding the tomb.

"Sir."

Ellino looked up with a hiccup. He did not answer, his throat was stuck.

"If you feel very sorry and guilty. So pray for him. Ask God, for you and for him. That way, he and you will feel calm."