Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 21
Week Later.
Dhea thought Ramlan didn't like her parents. But when he asked when in the car that afternoon, Ramlan did not answer and did not speak again after that.
Dhea gets curious about where and who Ramlan's parents are. But Dhea realized she had no right to know more, because Ramlan would not allow it.
“Dhea? Can you take this file to the archive room on the twelfth floor?”
The voice of the financial manager at the place where Dhea worked, managed to break Dhea's daydream.
Yeah, Dhea's back at work. When arriving home after returning from the funeral, Dhea asked Ramlan for permission to go to work because he had been on leave for too long.
Ramlan allowed it, but with threats, “You're allowed to work. But remember, if something happens to your stomach that causes you not to get pregnant, you will have to bear all my losses!”
What losses should Dhea bear? It's his own stomach, his own womb.
“Dhea?! Why shut up?”
"Ah, that's fine." she said goodbye, leaving Ramlan and Sam's eyes behind her who looked down. As if he could not dwell, Sam really helped him take care of his two younger siblings. So that he is still allowed to work.
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Dikantor.
BUKK!!!
“Shit!” as a man said when Dhea accidentally hit him.
Dhea gasped. All the orders in his hands fell to the floor. “Ma-pardon me, Sir. I was not intentionally. My God, are you okay?”
“Do you think I'm okay?!” the man's beaver in an annoyed tone.
But when he saw that hit him was a woman, he then cleared his throat and again said in a lower voice.
“Sorry, I mean, I'm not okay. There are wounds here.” The man showed a bloody wound on his arm.
Dhea swallowed the saliva and felt fear. The thing is, this guy that Dhea hit looks like an executive at this company. If he makes a mistake and the man doesn't accept it, Dhea is worried that he will be fired.
“I'm sorry, Sir. Let me treat the wound. But I beg you, do not fire me,” said Dhea while cupping both palms.
“Pump you?” The man immediately laughed.
“Let's just relax, I'm not a leader in this company. So I have no right to fire anyone.”
Dhea heaved a sigh of relief while adjusting her breath. “Thank God,” said, then took the ordner lying on the floor.
“Now it is not. But soon I will be the leader here,” muttered the man, who was not clearly heard by Dhea. “Oh yes, in what way will you treat my wound? You don't bring anything now.”
Dhea got up again and stood before the white man. “Then we go to sa—Oh clinic, wait a minute.”
As if remembering something, Dhea then reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out three sheets of plaster. “For a while you can wear this.”
“You always take plaster everywhere?”
“Just today.” then brandished his little finger wrapped in plaster, due to scratched knife while cooking this morning.
“My fingers are injured, so need to bring plaster supplies.”
“Ah.. okay.” The man was a beard.
After placing the ordner on the stairs next to them, Dhea cleaned the blood on the man's arm using a tissue, before finally covering it with plaster.
Although he was surprised, Dhea finally accepted the King's hand in doubt.
“Dhea,” reply.
“Alright, Dhea. See you around. Nice to meet you”
Dhea immediately passed away without giving Dhea a chance to reply to her words. Likewise with Dhea, he immediately continued his steps again towards the elevator.
When he arrived at the 12th floor, Dhea could already see the hall of the archive room from a distance.
However, a scene near the glass wall managed to attract the attention of Dhea. There was a circular sofa there, and there was a man in a white shirt scolding a female employee who was standing before him while looking down.
That instant also Dhea gasped.
“Tu-tuan Ramlan?” muttered Dhea with widened eyes. “It wasn't him? But why are you here and scolding Angel?”
Dhea hurriedly approached because Ramlan looked very angry to Angel—women who were one division with Dhea. Angel's tears seemed to linger as Ramlan continued to scold him in a low voice, until Dhea had no idea what they were talking about.
Just as Ramlan's hand was raised in a position like he wanted to slap the woman before him, Dhea immediately ran over while throwing the item in her hand onto the sofa.
“Master, don't slap Angel!” exclaiming Dhea, she swiftly pulled the hand of Ramlan who was originally raised and had not had time to slap the woman.
Dhea's loud cry suddenly invited a lot of attention from people who passed by around them. But Dhea doesn't care.
“Master, what are you doing here?” whispered Dhea on her tiptoes to reach the man's ears.
“You,” hiss Ramlan with a cold voice.
“Go from—”
“Why are you scolding and want to slap my friend?” sela Dhea, “Can't men not slap or be rude to women?”
Ramlan's pitch-black iris shot a sharp glare towards Dhea, as if she was skinning her face. His firm jaw seemed to twitch as he gritted his teeth.
“Do not interfere in my affairs and stay away from me!” hiss Ramlan then encourages Dhea to stay away from him.
Ramlan is about to scold Angel again, but his arm is held back by Dhea. Ramlan. He grew increasingly angry and his breath was seen hunting.
Ramlan then gripped Dhea's wrist and led her away from Angel.
“Dhea, can you stop being stupid?!” berang Ramlan while throwing Dhea's hand from his grasp.
“Sa-I don't think I did anything stupid, sir,” Dhea stammered.
“I just don't want you to make a fuss in this company. If the leader here knows you're being rude to one of his employees, you could get in trouble.”
Dhea explained at length about her concerns. Ramlan's gonna get in trouble here. Because, Dhea had heard that the leadership of GM Group was very cruel and indiscriminate.
“Did you forget our agreement letter?” hiss Ramlan while shaking his waist.
“I did not forget.” Dhea shook her head quickly.
“But Sir don't worry, in this place maybe no one recognizes you. And I'll also explain to Angel that we don't know each other. So do not worry, our status will not be discovered.”
"Stupid! I let you work somewhere else, not another company. Not that I'm anyone else here. You go, right now. I'm everywhere, doesn't mean you're interfering! otherwise, you will have to compensate in the agreement you signed!" ramlan said, with your jaw hardened and passed away.
Dhea was very upset, her devil husband was really always pressing. Just a moment of compensation. He took a breath and saw the man staring at him from the balcony.
Tbc.