Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 14

Dhea stood in front of the door while breathing. The plan was neatly arranged, having made it out of here. Dhea would go to Sam, and ask him to lend her the money. That way he will be free from Ramlan and not have to be a child-printing machine for him.

After thinking for quite a while, Dhea finally opened the door slowly. He felt relieved when he did not find the two bodyguards who had been guarding the door of the room.

“If the prisoner does not want to escape why is his security loosened?” muttered Dhea half mockingly, then clucked her tongue.

Dhea closed the door again, then walked back into the hallway. But his steps stopped when he saw a bodyguard was calling at the end of the hallway. Dhea then turned around and went down the hallway on the right.

Dhea's heart was pounding, her fingers were cold and sweaty. Sam's words are true, if Moza Ramlan's family is not as good as he thought. Especially if she's pregnant, not a boy. Tired of Dhea at this moment thinking about it.

Once near the stairs, Dhea was surprised because under there the bodyguards Ramlan was gathering like a meeting. Hurriedly Dhea stopped her steps then retreated while sneaking around.

Not wanting to be caught, Dhea turned back and found an open window.

Oh, my God, Dhea should thank the person who opened the window. Dhea quickly approached the window, which connected the room to the balcony. The width of the balcony was only as wide as the window, while the balcony on the second floor was quite wide and spacious.

‘How do I get off this balcony to the second floor balcony?’ dhea in the heart.

‘Looks like I should jump. Okay, it's okay, Dhea. The distance from the third floor to the second floor is not too high.’

After adjusting her breath and strengthening her resolve, Dhea finally jumped onto the second-floor balcony.

Succeeds. Although his legs hurt and his breathing began to tighten.

Dhea's breathing grew increasingly dull, seeming up and down. He took a short break before repeating the same from the second floor balcony to the first floor.

BUKK!!!

“Aaaa...” Dhea was slowly stirring as her knees hit the floor. He immediately silenced his mouth, then rubbed his slightly injured and bruised knee. Afterwards Dhea looked left and right to see the condition. Okay, secure.

Dhea stood up. In front there was a courtyard beside the mansion that was very spacious. Luckily here he did not see the guard standing guard. Dhea shuddered afraid to see the depth of the night in the distance there. But he can't be afraid. Hugging her own body which started to shiver, Dhea dragged her steps down the stairs to the courtyard area.

But just one step Dhea walked, he immediately stopped because it felt more pain and tightness. Dhea patted her own heart.

“Please... please. should not relapse now,” murmured while trying to catch your breath.

Dhea tried to move her legs with great difficulty. Suddenly the lights around him went out. Dhea's vision room looked dark. He did not see the light around him. The air grew colder and made Dhea's body shiver.

“Inhaler... I need. inhaler,” muttered Dhea stammering.

His breathing increasingly felt narrowed until the roar of his breath was interrupted. Next to his hand held a heart, while the other hand tried to find a bag on his body.

There aren't.

Dhea surprised. He realized his bag was left in the room. Inside the bag was a medicine that could not be left wherever it went. The drug is most needed when the asthma disease relapses, as it is now.

Dhea's body slumped to the floor with short breaths. Unknowingly her tears were shed from the bright brown bead, calling out to her parents, hoping that they would help in her current torment.

“Mother... Father... I want to.. go home,” Dhea again with a sigh.

“Bring the inhaler here as soon as possible! More than two minutes late, you guys I fired!”

Dhea opened her eyelids again as a man's baritone voice rang out. Her voice was heavy and deep, sounding sexy but frightening at the same time. The man's footsteps sounded fast and orderly. The longer it sounds closer.

The next second the lights came back on until Dhea could see the haughty figure already standing before her.

“Damn it! I will not let you die quickly!” berang Ramlan with a look full of anger.

“You want to try to escape me, heh?”

Dhea did not answer. He was busy with his own breathing that felt so painful.

“Use that now!” Ramlan threw the inhaler he had taken from the bodyguard that had just arrived.

“You can't die before I allow it!”

Ramlan's eyes looked shiny. Dhea could still see him amidst the suffering he was going through.

Dhea's gaze was now fixed on the small thing before her. His suffering would end after spraying the medicine into the mouth.

However, Dhea chose to leave it alone, then looked back at Ramlan and said intermittently.

“I... it is better to die, than to follow...your will and be imprisoned... here.”.

Ramlan's jaw seemed to tighten and looked at Dhea with a murderous gaze.

“So you chose to die?” He smiled cynically. “Alright, please just die. When you die, your sister will also die.”

Dhea. It didn't matter if she died now, but Dhea didn't want her two younger siblings to die of her own selfishness.

“Then can.... You.. release me?”.

“In your dream,” sis Ramlan, “Even if you want to kill yourself, I will not let that happen. You can't die that fast before you conceive and give birth to a child for me.”

Dhea smiled wryly while adjusting her breath. The pain and the swelling became more unbearable, he felt like he was on the verge of death and Ramlan was the angel who took his life.

Dhea realized, she was in a dead end that had no other path for her to choose. I don't know what sins he had committed in the past, to the point that he had experienced such a miserable life.

“I am ready,” said Dhea in the end, agreeing to Ramlan's wishes by force. Still with his short breath. “But you have to agree terms from me. I do not want to conceive and give birth to children without an official marriage.”

Dhea closed her eyes for a moment, then tried to lift her body with both hands resting on the floor. But all he could do was sit weakly.

“If you really do not want to, I will still choose to die here, and make your home a haunted house!” dhea concluded, before finally his body slumped back to the floor. Ramlan's gaze was very upset at the request of the woman in front of him.

Tbc.