Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 20
Dhea followed along, as Ramlan headed for the funeral. Because honestly other than breathing fresh air, he had not visited for a long time. But Ramlan took him to the boutique, and it belonged to his wife.
Zia! She was a beautiful woman, whom Ramlan loved dearly. Ramlan must love him very much, they have known for seven years and plan to get married. It's just that Zia's bipolar illness has only been known to Ramlan for the past year.
"Mas, who is he?" Zia.
"Damor!"
"Mrs! excuse me is .. Assistant Master! that will help the madam if there is anything. It just so happened that I was under Sam, just sorry I was today." fell silent as Dhea cut him off.
"I'm planning on putting him in Zoya's mansion. As a nanny, ah exactly your maid if you need. How's it?" Ramlan.
It made Dhea's eyes very painful, her heart was bloody but no one cared. He realized, if he married because he needed material, but if one roof. This scene makes Dhea aware, if he is the same thing as the nickname of the actor whatever the reason.
'I am a child printer, who is needed only without being loved. But I continued to love the figure of this devil-hearted man.' Inner Dhea.
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Tomorrow's Day.
“Does anyone nap while talking?” ramlan's baritone voice suddenly sounded behind Mery.
Dhea was a little surprised, her eyes were rounded as soon as she saw Ramlan walking up to her with a frightening expression, just like a tiger wanting to pounce on prey.
Dhea cleared her throat, then put the picture frame on the nightstand and Ramlan had seen the object for a moment. Before finally the man looked at Dhea with a flat gaze.
“What's up?”
“Prepare, we'll go,” Ramlan said in a cold voice. Then glanced at the watch.
“I give you five minutes.”
“Go?” repeat Dhea while frowning.
“Where to go?”
“Stupid. Isn't today the day your father died?”
The man still remembers it. Dhea thought, Ramlan did not digest what a few weeks ago, he said before tidying up the broken plates on the floor.
“Means we'll go to the tomb?”
“What I say is less clear?” ramlan's air is impatient.
His tone never went low in front of Dhea.
“But don't get carried away with this attitude of mine. I'm taking you there not because of you. But being responsible for breaking your food plate when we ate with my wife Zia. That's it."
Dhea mangosteen. “Good. My heart is immune, I am not an easy person baper. So you don't worry about it!"
The atmosphere in the car was quiet and a little gripping. Even to breathe alone, Dhea worried that every breath would sound noisy and disturb the calmness of Ramlan.
Not a word came out of their mouths. Ramlan sat up straight while folding his hands. His sharp gaze was fixed forward. Not one bit he looked at Dhea, as if. Dhea was just an invisible creature to her, only a mistress who after the mission would be banished.
Dhea was getting uncomfortable with this kind of atmosphere. He is not a person who likes solitude and a stiff atmosphere. But how else, the man beside him was not someone to joke with. Dhea could be exposed to his tantrums because of the noise.
“Stop in front!” tell Ramlan to the driver.
The car stopped immediately. Dhea was complaining because her forehead fell into the front seat.
“Why do we stop here?” ask Dhea while rubbing her forehead.
Ramlan did not speak. He just put his chin up at the flower shop across the street. Dhea immediately understood what Ramlan's attitude meant, then revealed a faint smile. He did not expect a cruel and cold man like Ramlan would buy flowers for his late father.
One sec.
Three seconds.
“Why silence?” ramlan's voice sounded cold.
“Huh?” dhea's eyes blinked gently. Then he looked at Ramlan and the shop in turn. “I... who came out?”
“What should I?” hiss Ramlan doesn't like it.
Then a rude snort. “What you will visit is your father, not my father!”
Dhea's fingers squeezed the edge of the skirt fabric to vent her frustration. With a feeling of arrogance then stared at Ramlan with sharp eyes squashed, just for a moment. Before Dhea finally got out of the car, then prepared to cross.
“I can... I can,” muttered Dhea suggested to herself, before finally her feet ran fast when the streets were a bit empty.
TIIIN!!!
“Aaaa..!”
Dhea screamed as a car sped from the right. The distance between himself and the car was less than five meters. But suddenly there was someone grasping his hand and pulling it quickly.
“Are you tired of living?!” ramlan was full of anger.
“If not why pretend to cross, huh?!”
Dhea who was still amazed was immediately jolted by the man's snapping. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, without putting Ramlan's cry into the heart.
Actually crossing the street was something Dhea had feared for a long time.
“Sorry,” said Dhea who did not want to argue at length.
“And thank you for helping me.”
“Of course you should thank me. If I don't help you, you're a corpse now,” Ramlan replied without mercy.
“Now sign in!”
Dhea remained unmoved, making Ramlan's forehead wrinkle deeply. “Why silence?”
Dhea's chin pointed towards Ramlan's hand that was still holding his hand quite firmly. As if he realized, Ramlan immediately threw Dhea's hand violently. Dhea finally entered the flower shop.
Dhea sprinkled flower petals over the dry soil of the tomb. Then say do’a and tell a long story in front of his father's headstone, although Dhea realized the father could not hear all his complaints.
“I'm sorry that I chose this path, Well,” watered down Dhea while wiping away the tears that fell on her cheeks.
“May you not be disappointed with me. But I promise to be a good wife and mother.”
Dhea's hand stroked the tombstone in front of her. Tears endlessly flowed down the cheeks.
“I miss Daddy so much. Mom too. As long as you know, we will always love you until anytime.”
After being satisfied to spill all the burden of his heart on ‘depan’ the father, Dhea back again in the car. Ramlan was inside there still with a flat expression as before, the only difference was the sunglasses perched on the trunk of his nose.
Ramlan glanced at Dhea for less than two seconds. “What's the point of crying over someone who has died?” ramlan commented while grunting softly.
“You will not know what it feels like, because maybe you have not felt the loss of parents. Moreover, the grave of my mother, he died in a state of pain in the sea. I can't visit his grave like my father."
Ramlan's jaw instantly hardened, his teeth grinding. “Although it is dead, parents do not deserve to be weeded.” said Ramlan, making Dhea's eyeballs turn sharply.
"You have no heart. Sir, does your wealth make you not sympathize in the least?" said Dhea.
Tbc.