Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 19

"You're the destroyer of my household, you realize you're a woman huh?" zia shouted, pushing Dhea.

"I'm sorry, ma'am! I don't know, but get away from it. I'm sorry, I'll leave after all that deadline is over. Although honestly I put my heart on Ramlan mas."

"Basar pe-laa-cuur woman. Can't you find a single guy! I'll make sure Ramlan's only one hates you and drives you out!" zia shouted, just then, Sam came to release Dhea's jambai at that time and tried to break up.

After a random Dhea scrambles, he is taken to the place where Ramlan asks to be safe from the reach of his rightful wife.

Dhea's memory is aware, she is not a mistress but only a surrogate uterus for a mutually beneficial reason, but Dhea feels disappointed to have been lied to, not to mention that she has fallen in love with a married man. But even rebellion cannot.

Ramlan's anger, not allowing Dhea to be in the kitchen makes Dhea speechless. Especially when Ramlan went down in pajamas, without the shirt behind it, and a little open. The fine fur of the legs and hemispheres, made Dhea feel the man's madness turned out to be handsome, even though his attitude was like a demon.

"I'll take you to the mansion, Zoya's family! make sure you're pregnant, and remember how you behave when you see my wife Zia!"

It was a warning back, for the current Dhea. He's right Ramlan is a shitty guy. He reminds himself of being a child printer.

After Ramlan and Dhea's quarrel that day, Ramlan never returned. There's only Dhea and Mery in that big house. Ramlan's not as luxurious and spacious as Zoya's family mansion filled by Ramlan's legitimate wife and Ramlan's family, of course. Only two-storey houses in elite housing complexes. With one swimming pool in the back and a yard that fit two cars in front of the house.

But for Dhea all of that was already too luxurious. The difference is like the sky and earth with a simple house that he lived with his sister first. Even every time it rains, Dhea and her two younger siblings are busy putting basins to hold water leaking from the roof. But Dhea was very happy then.

“Nona better rest only, let me cook.” Mery looked worried when she saw Dhea busy herself in the kitchen.

“You're afraid Sir is angry?” dhea asked as she glanced at Mery at a glance.

“Not only scold me, but Mr. Ramlan will also scold Miss.”

Dhea chuckled little. “It's been three days that I stayed here, but he never came. So don't worry Mery, because Mr. Ramlan won't know.”

“Tapi—”

“Indeed you can make hodgepodge and tempe mendoan, Mery?” sela Dhea's.

He asked because Mery insisted that he wanted to replace cooking. Dhea wasn't sure Merry could cook the food.

Not negative thinking, but Dhea had heard stories from Merry that she had worked with Ramlan since her teens, replacing her sickly mother. So you can be sure, all Mery can make is the food that Ramlan usually eats.

“Sorry, Miss, if that's me not an expert,” I'm Mery grimacing.

Dhea chuckled again. He had guessed.

"Make it let me. Today I again want to eat the favorite food of the late mother and father, as well as I want to deliver this food through gojek for my sister at home image buana.”

"House of buana image." lirih Mery.

“OK. Finished,” muttered Dhea while removing the apron and hanging it on the hanger.

Then ordered Mery, to deliver on the available motorcycle in front of the waiting one. Then Dhea again made a few more servings for her and aunt Mery.

He brought a plate of hodgepodge and tempe mendoan to the dining table. After putting it in, he returned to the kitchen and poured the sauce into a small bowl humming, singing the soundtrack to the ghost movie he watched last night. The song was still ringing in his ears.

“What kind of food will you eat?”

“Aaa... ghost!” dhea was shocked when she heard a terrible sound behind her ears. The bowl filled with sauce in his hand was instantly thrown out of nowhere.

Dhea's heart was pounding, she did not dare to look back for fear of seeing the ghost figure she had seen last night. The voice of the man just now was exactly that of a ghost, sounding cold and sinister.

“Ghost?” hiss Ramlan while gritting his teeth.

“Who do you mean by ghost?”

“Mas, uh. Tu-lord Ramlan?” Dhea turned around immediately. In that instant, Dhea gasped at the sight of the red stains on Ramlan's cheeks wrapped in a white shirt.

“Ke-why is there sauce on it?”

“Who do you think did it?” hiss Ramlan again with anger.

“A-me?” Dhea's index finger pointed at itself.

“What I just did, a sauce spill on you."

“Stupid basis. Quickly clean!” ramlan's voice rang out, piercing Dhea's sense of hearing.

Not wanting to make the man even more angry, hurriedly Dhea took out a few sheets of tissue from the table. Then wipe Ramlan's cheek first carefully.

Wow, the skin is so smooth. There are no visible pores. Ramlan skin color does include the type of mature sapodilla, but clean and smooth. The fine feathers that grew on his jaw became a complete package. As if Ramlan was created when God was ‘smiling’.

Dhea's gaze rose on Ramlan's pair of pitch-black eyes, which were staring at him deeply and closely. Not the look of disdain or sharp as it was just a moment ago. But the next second, the look of the eagle's eyes again looked scary.

“Stop looking at me!” ramlan's voice sounded cold.

Dhea immediately realized then cleaned Ramlan's white shirt which must have been expensive.

“In addition to poor and unattractive, it turns out you are also very careless.”

Dhea took a deep breath and did not put those insults into her heart.

“That's because you surprised me, Sir,” he said in self-defense. “You suddenly came without saying excuse or knocking on the door.”

“This is my home. I'm free to do anything here.”

“But still you have to say—”

“Whispering!” sela Ramlan releases Dhea's tiny hands.

“Don't set me up! I don't like noisy and sloppy women.”

After saying the sentence, Ramlan immediately passed from before Dhea and went upstairs.

Dhea cursed herself who was too careless. He was sometimes surprised by his hands breaking glasses or plates. Even after only three days of living here, Dhea had already broken two glasses by accident. And today she threw the sauce on her husband's body.

Soon Ramlan who had changed his clothes approached Dhea while carrying a bag. Upstairs there is a special room Ramlan. And Dhea was forbidden to go in there.

“Master, there is need what you come to this house?”

“I told you this is my home! Whatever I do is none of your business.”

Dhea put a plate of hodgepodge on her opposite table for Ramlan, whom she shared the two with hers. He was not at all hurt by the man's words.

“Not so. For three days you didn't come here, so I thought it was very strange when today you suddenly came.”

“This is my last arrival here,” Ramlan replied, while watching the food on the table with a look of disdain. He came here only to pick up the bag he was holding.

“So make sure you are pregnant and do your job well!”

Dhea was silent, then frowned while looking at Ramlan who was still standing. “But a married couple shouldn't be apart for too long, right? And when the wife is pregnant, a husband should accompany her during kehami—”

“That doesn't apply in our relationship!” ramlan quickly.

“Remember, Dhea! after you were declared pregnant, not a single man came here, including your two sisters came! you'll only be accompanied by Mery. Keep calling me sir, so you get used to it when I take you to Zoya's family mansion! introduce you to my wife Zia, if you're a nanny or distant relative. That's even if at any urgent time, I have to be alert to see the birth of my son."

Dhea was silent, there was pain but she couldn't do anything.

Tbc.