Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 13

Dhea. Moreover, his heartache after being made into a mistress is not considered, especially when Ramlan hid a photo of Dhea's ex-husband after his first marriage, a red car plate and a photo of Rizal's tragic accident.

“So, your help me is for this? Made me a child-making machine and the guilt of bumping into Rizal on my happy day. I'll make you regret Mr. Ramlan.” muttered Dhea then smiled obliquely.

Pause for a moment. One corner of Ramlan raised faintly towards Dhea who stood sculpting, then threw down Dhea's chin violently. Before Ramlan finally got up and stuffed both hands into his pants pocket.

“Their formula is that I didn't choose anyone wrong, you're quite smart too, Woman,” Ramlan said, which sounded like a mockery in Dhea's ear.

“I'll give you five billion at the beginning. In addition, you will get monthly money, luxurious residence and compensation money after giving birth. But all of that you will get if you choose the first option. After the child is born, do not admit that the child is your child. He'll be my son and Zia."

Dhea lifted her body that was originally resting on the floor. Now he stood before Ramlan while looking at the man boldly.

Dhea's head shook quickly, her gaze fixed on Ramlan with reddened eyes. Not out of wanting to cry, but out of the anger and shock that Dhea was trying to hide.

“You really have no heart!” hiss Dhea, clenched her hands back.

“Do you think my sister's life is a toy for you? Especially about fot... ” broken Dhea not to talk about the photos he found.

“I don't care. Your two sisters are none of my business. After all, nothing is free in this world, Miss.” Ramlan shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Think carefully. You know the risk that if you refuse my orders, your sister won't be saved, right?”

Dhea's legs felt sluggish for a moment. His heart felt stifling as he recalled the condition of Mira lying weakly in the ICU room.

The chances of recovery are very small if you do not have a spinal cord transplant as soon as possible. Dhea did not want to lose the only people she had in this world, namely Mira and Bagas who still needed her living.

If you don't use Ramlan's money, where else should Dhea be looking for help? Dhea had nowhere else to ask for help.

If so, wouldn't it be very selfish if Dhea was more concerned with her pride than the safety of her two sisters?

“I received,” muttered Dhea by force, which made Ramlan's footsteps stop at the doorstep.

The man turned around and swooped next to the eyebrows. “Receive? Which option do you accept?”

“First choice.” Dhea answered quickly before her mind changed again. Let's just say he went crazy for accepting the man's ridiculous offer. But Dhea had no other choice. He was urged time and circumstance.

Ramlan smiled obliquely. “Good. Apparently you know how to thank me.”

“I do it not for you, but for my two sisters.”

'And wait for my vengeance.' Inner Dhea.

“Truly naive.” Ramlan gave a rude snort and then called someone, who and what they were talking about, Dhea did not know and did not want to know.

“But I also have a condition,” said Dhea shortly after Ramlan put his phone in his suit pocket.

“You tried to transact with me?”

Ramlan's tone sounded dislike. The sharp glint in his eyes made Dhea's breath seem to stop for a moment. Then close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath.

‘Can't be afraid, Dhea. The man will feel satisfied if you look scared.’ Dhea. Then looked at Ramlan again with courage.

“I want to conceive and give birth to a child for you. After that give me three months' stay, by your side and your legal wife. And marry me officially, not betel." Dhea's voice stuck in the throat.

“Alright, anyway I don't want the child to be born unclear."

Again, Ramlan laughed. A laugh that sounds like it's booing. After his laughter subsided, Ramlan approached Dhea and clamped her chin with his fingers.

“You know? Marriage is the last thing I'll do,” sis Ramlan, “but not with a poor girl and a cat like you. Seen from any side, there is not a single thing that attracts you. So never ask for an official wedding from me! enough I've done to help you with your difficult life, remember I love Zia!"

Ramlan's jaw appears tightened. He further raised Dhea's face, leaving only about three inches between their faces.

“All I need is a child. Not you, let alone that fucking wedding!”

Dhea grimaced as Ramlan let go of her chin violently. He had no chance to chim in on Ramlan's words. Because the man had already passed away from before him so quickly.

True, he must give up on getting Ramlan's heart, when his rightful wife returns to normal. Then he will be rude to her, until he forgets what he has done together.

***

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Dhea rubbed her wet cheeks using the long sleeves she was wearing. Then he turned to the door without even intending to open it.

Before long the door opened, showing the figure of a woman who was 2 years older than Dhea. He's Mery. The waiter who had previously come to this room to deliver dinner.

“Why isn't the food eaten, Miss?”

Dhea stared lazily at the food on the already cooling nightstand. “Not hungry,” the answer is short.

He was too lazy to interact with the man's people. Including Mery whose face looks reddening. Too bad, a woman like Mery shouldn't be working with that demon guy, Dhea thought.

“Do not invite the anger of Mr. Ramlan, Miss. Better finish the food now!"

Dhea smiled wryly. “Name as good as that is not very compatible with his behavior. He better be called a demon or lucifer.”

“Be careful talking about Sir, Miss. Better find safe than get into trouble that endangers Miss's own life.”

“Leave it if he wants to kill me.”

“Master won't do it that fast.”

Dhea poked slowly. Really, his little heart said he should get out of this place as soon as possible. Dhea did not want to be used as a child-printing machine by the man, especially without an official marriage.

Born and raised by harmonious parents, Dhea always longed for marriage. Both of his parents loved each other. Even her mother did not want to marry again since her father died.

For that reason, Dhea did not want a child born from her womb to be born out of selfishness and the interests of others alone. Because it can hurt her child one day, Dhea thought.

Dhea's bright brown eyes noticed Mery, who was picking on a small bottle in the box. It looks like the bottle contains aromatherapy. The aroma greeted Dhea's nose from a distance, feeling fragrant and soothing.

With a cell phone, Dhea wants to dial Zia's number, which she got from Sam.

"I continued to be hurt, lied to, sold and this time should be used as a child snapper. I will repay this heartache, so that your relationship with Zia is not good mas." said Zia held back emotions.

The tling!

The message from an unknown number, Zia who had wrestled with Ramlan. She had to read the message, and hide it from her husband when it came to his friend's party.

[Can we meet? I am an important person, who will expose who the woman you suspect is. Just call me Dhea, Mery's assistant's assistant who sees only you always make out. Trust me on! I can help you Miss! But keep quiet, because if you know, he will definitely be tickled. ]

Zia stared at the message, then turned off her phone and hid under the sofa.

"Mas, dinner's ready." Zia smiled, with a bad feeling. Is it true that her husband who once pledged allegiance, lied to her.

Tbc.