The Revenge of the President
Chapter 83. Backlog

Still in the building PT. Deval Power's.

Although he was expelled from the president's room, Dimas did not immediately leave the floor of the building, where he was. He sat back, waiting.

What do I do, now? Did I go to President Dave, ask for an explanation? Ah, goddamn. It's the same, come give up my life. No, I need to see Arshila, first. I can't stay still, Dimas continued muttering.

"But you must be busy thinking!" The cynical voice and the audible tone were mocking.

Dimas looked up, secretary Tian's face was smiling at him. A smile, which was meant as an insult to her.

"This is all, it must be you. Aye, right?" Dimas clutching the collar of Tian's shirt.

"Why should I do it?" Easily, throw out Dimas' hands. "Don't pretend. You think I don't know? Tell me, how far have you been, in contact with my wife?"

"Far in your mind." Tian laughed contrivedly, deliberately provoking emotions.

Dimas' hands clenched, without thinking long. He swings. Again the Tian secretary, easily grasped his hand.

Bugh.

"You need to train even harder!"

Dimas wiped the blood on the corner of his lips. Do not accept, he went back forward, to reply. But, he fell down, when he was just about to start. Because of the kick, Tian first landed on his leg.

"I'll kill you!!" scream Dimas, with breath up and down.

He was angry, very angry. He wanted to avenge the man, but the opposite happened. Dimas battered, did not even manage to land his punch, so it was.

"You should be, worrying about your future. Not that emotions are unclear!!"

"I'll sue you and the company. I didn't do anything wrong, but you fired me for no reason."

"Reason? You need a reason?" Tian approaching. "Genesis, a year ago. Do you still remember it clearly?"

Deg.

Dimas's face paled. His anger turned into fear, which spread slowly throughout his body. Of course, he remembered it clearly. Until he dies, he will remember.

"I don't understand, what are you talking about?" Dimas threw out a face.

"Don't understand or pretend not to understand?" Tian pressed his sentence, his voice trembling suppressing anger.

"I don't understand. All I know is, you're looking for an excuse to fire me. Especially you!" Dimas pointed at Tian's chest.

"You're too shameless and self-conscious. Keep going, like that!"

Secretary Tian, just leave. Don't want to, serve Dimas, who makes his emotions provoked.

Dimas rubbed his face violently. Now, it's all clear. Dave knows everything. And Arshila, being the only person, that Dimas thought of. Among the three of them, his mother was someone who was impossible, doing so.

Definitely her! Not wrong, again. Are you tired of keeping your mouth shut, Arshila? It's been a year, why did you open your mouth, now? Dimas growled in annoyance. If only, the woman was in front of him. Perhaps, he would vent his frustration.

Can't do much. Dimas down on the floor of the room, where he works. The stuff, it's been put in a box.

"Sir Dimas, they gave this." One of the employees, gave me an envelope.

Dimas grabbed it, read it carefully.

Wha what?? Exorbitant! Mumbled, then squeezed out that piece of paper. His chest rumbled violently. Wanting to scream, venting his anger that was already in the tubes.

I should how? What am I supposed to do now? Frustrated, his mind is dead. Overnight, his life changed, slumping like freefall into a ravine.

The employees started whispering to each other. There was no wind or rain, their superiors were immediately fired for no reason.

Dimas immediately left, with his box.

Parked, there was an online taxi waiting for him he was forced to order a taxi, because the car he used, had to be returned to the company.

"Know, look. I should have bought a new car back then!" Brak, the car door slammed hard.

Dimas sold his old car, after rising to office. The company gave him car and apartment facilities. But he only used vehicles.

On the way home, Dimas incised his pulsating temple. His brain is working hard, looking for a way out.

The taxi he was riding, stopped at a house, as requested by the previous Dimas.

"Sir wait a minute!"

Dimas ran towards the courtyard of the house. Without saying hello, he immediately entered.

"Nadia, Nadia," she cried, repeatedly.

"Dimas. What's up, screaming?" Nadia's mother's voice rose, gasped at the presence of the daughter-in-law who was disrespectful in her house.

"Don't he live with you?" My mother-in-law asked again.

"Nadia left the house, took my daughter. I don't pretend and hide it."

"What??" Mom's shocked. "Going from home? Did you guys fight?"

Dimas looked at his mother-in-law, upset. Instead of answering, the woman asked back.

"So, Nadia didn't come back here?"

"No." Mom shakes. "What, why are you guys? Did you guys fight?" I repeated the question because I had not yet received an answer.

"alright. I'll go home first. I'll tell mom later."

Dimas left, ignoring the mother-in-law who still called him asking for answers.

Taxis are back on the slide, splitting the traffic. Dimas was silent, with a straight forward view. Where are you hiding, Nadia? What have you done? Too many, things to think about. The wife who left on the grounds piled up on his head. Did he leave because of an affair? Or did he leave, feeling cheated by her? Ah, fuck!! Dimas.

Without feeling it, he had arrived in front of the house. There were two parked cars. Dimas watched, before his feet came down from the taxi.

Wh who? Was Nadia? Dimas pays a taxi, then walks into the yard.

"Dimas."

Dimas put the original box. His mother looked at him with tears. Three people, sit with the mother.

"What's this?"

"Secondly, we're Dave Alehandra's team of lawyers." Two people, introduce yourself.

"I'm a lawyer, Nadia's mother." The woman stretched out her hand, but was not welcomed. Dimas shock.

The mother approached her son, who was sculpting. Dimas was silent, watching the three of them. What's up, again this? What does the president want from me? Am I going to jail? Dimas muttered, his mother's call was not heard at all.

"Dimas, Dimas." Mother shook her son's shoulder to wake up.

Dimas follows his mother, sitting on the couch facing off against three lawyers, who come with different interests.

"Mr Dave, requesting that your mother, return the prize money she once gave. It's a billion and it should be returned next week" the lawyer said.

Dimas turned his back, then looked back at his mother. Say, mom. The money is still there, right? That's the meaning, Dimas' eyes on his mother.

"If in a week's time, you don't return it, we'll be forced to confiscate the house."

"What?" Dimas got up with clenched hands.

"You know, even this house doesn't cost two hundred million. So, even though this house was confiscated. You guys still have to, add the rest."

Can't! Smoke billowing in Dimas' head. His anger is no longer held back. He could go crazy, like this.

"You don't have any rights, confiscate this house!" hardik Dimas, "Tell me, Dave Alehandra, I'll get the money back!"

Lawyers, look at each other. Their business is done, so it's time to go.

"Okay, we'll be waiting for news from you. See you next week!"

Two lawyers, get out of the house. After, their business is done.

"You, yourself, what business?" Dimas asked the female lawyer in front of him.

"I'm representing a client, so you'll sign a divorce!"

Duaarr!!

Dimas felt very tight. Trouble comes crashing down, like a crashing wave. His body shakes for a moment. Nadia's face flashed through her memory. Wh why? Wh why? Dimas asked himself inwardly.

"I'm not signing it. There is no divorce between us!"

"Then. We'll meet in court. Miss Nadia also requested child custody, granted to her."

Inflamed mother. How could Nadia ask that? So did Dimas, who was not exhausted by the decision of the wife.

"Mother lawyer. Nadia is not, my daughter's birth mother. So, he has no right to my son."

"But, legally, Miss Nadia is her mother."

Aaaaaa!!!!

Dimas frustration. He sprinkled a cup that still contained tea. Clear crystal flakes, scattered on the floor mixed with water.

The lawyer, still sitting quietly. Not bothered in the slightest with Dimas' attitude.