Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 22

Dhea was very upset when she looked back at Moza Ramlan's mansion. He did not expect, if the man at that time was the King, was Ramlan's sister, a different mother.

'Like a fairy tale? is like this the life of the rich.' inner.

"Who are you?" zia said, staring at Dhea with the two assistants.

"Excuse me madam, I am . sa-ya. My name is Dhea, head secretary of Ramlan's company. I'm just here .."

"Ah, about work again. Come in through the back door! subordinates can only enter through that path!" zia said, and Dhea looked at Sam. Sam's gaze, knowing if it's for him to obey.

"Sam, what should I do. There's no way I'm a rooftop living in this mansion?" ask Dhea.

"It's just an order, especially if you're pregnant. Be careful, it's tradition. You must understand miss." said Sam.

Soon, they returned to the office. And Sam accompanied Dhea, so that his wife would not be suspicious.

Apologize to Mr Ramlan! Now!” tell Sam, firmly.

Dhea finally nodded. He has to be professional because in this company Ramlan is his boss.

Dhea tried to get up on her feet even though her left ankle hurt. He walked over to Ramlan in limp steps. The man was still standing with great arrogance, swooping down next to his brows as he stared at Dhea. Then raised his right hand as a signal for Dhea to stop her steps.

“No need. I don't want to waste time,” Ramlan said in a cold voice. Before it finally passed away without staring at Dhea in the slightest.

Ramlan had Angel come with him. I don't know where to take it and for what. Dhea can't guess. He just stared at the departure of the two people with a long sigh.

Angel is famous for the nickname ‘dewi’ by almost all men in this company. In addition to beautiful, Angel's body also looks sexy and ideal, which became the dream of men.

“If there will be a problem with the financial division, it means you are the cause,” Sam said in a low voice, but full of emphasis and threats.

“Why me? I did nothing to harm the division.” Dhea defended herself bravely even though Sam, on top of her at the office.

"All right I'll do."

Hospitals.

“Mother, I'm coming!” exclaimed Dhea cheerfully, staring at the picture frame.

More precisely he was pretending to be cheerful in front of his mother's photo, but his heart felt otherwise. Dhea felt sad every time she saw the face of the mother who became older than her age due to the disease she suffered.

Dhea hung up her sentence while looking around for a reasonable answer. His legs are still sore, maybe applying a pain reliever cream later seems the right way.

“So I fell, Mom, in the toilet because the floor is slippery.” Dhea grimaced at being forced to lie to her mother in the picture frame, Dhea spoke for herself.

“But I don't have to worry, I'm okay. And now I'm in Mira's room."

While on his sister's bed Mira, he seemed to be breathing heavily still with his worried gaze, due to the surgery process. His eyes were still closed but he knew that his brother had come to see him.

Before Mira asked any further, opening her eyes slowly. Dhea hurriedly switched the conversation and said, “Mom don't be afraid, yes. Tomorrow morning Mira will be re-operated, everything will be fine and I'm sure mom will be happy after seeing Mira, going through all the process.”

Dhea ducked down, grabbed Mira's hand and held her warmly. “

Mira has to hold on till the end, for my sake. If Mira gives up, I'll be here alone. I don't want to live my life alone without my sister. Knitting with pursed lips.

A weak smile fell on Mira's lips, then nodded. His eyes looked teary but his gaze still felt warm.

"Ah, you're aware of Mira. Good, this is so much fun."

“But... from where do you get money to pay all the cost kak?”

Dhea was instantly silent. His heart suddenly raced quickly because he was worried that his sister would be suspicious. In addition, there was a sense of guilt that hit Dhea's heart, because she did not tell her status who had become another man's wife to her sister. He felt he was a liar at the moment. Moreover, he looks like a second wife, but Dhea still feels, she is not a mistress.

'I'm sorry, Mira, ' Inner Dhea.

Dhea then cleared her throat, then replied, “It just so happens that there is someone who wants to help us. But you don't think about it, if you're cured I'll explain everything.”

A row of neat Dhea teeth biting her lower lip, she was afraid Mira, would ask further. However the next second Dhea heaved a sigh of relief as Mira nodded and did not ask much more after that.

Finally all night Dhea did not go home and chose to accompany her sister in the hospital. Even so, Dhea was still supervised by two of Ramlan's men so that he could not escape.

'Forgive me, you know my sister was married. All the property of the parents, brother sold for the treatment of Rizal mas. Even my sister has not been able to enjoy what a happy marriage is. But this time, for the sake of you happy. Brother will sacrifice despite his good name, and his life stakes.' Inner Dhea.

***

Tomorrow comes, Dhea faithfully waits in front of the operating room while trying to remain calm. Though Dhea's heart was being overwhelmed with anxiety and fear at this time. In addition, he is also alone here, has no friends to share complaints. And there was no shoulder he could put on.

To dispel that feeling, Dhea finally got up from the sofa. But at that moment he almost shouted and fell so surprised when he saw a scary figure standing before him.

“Tu-Master? Why are you here? When did you come? And why not reprimand me?” cecar Dhea who still controls his surprise.

The man swooped next to the eyebrows. Standing hid his hands in his pants pocket, with his flat expression and his eye-piercing gaze of an eagle. Ramlan always looked neat as if he had never taken the black coat off his body.

“Do I have a reason to reprimand you?” ramlan asked complete with a cold voice.

“Ng-no too. But the arrival of the Master made me afraid and surprised.”

“Fear? You scared of me?”

“Ngak. Not that,” please Dhea, “I mean your gaze is like wanting to eat people. If the little boy who saw it must immediately run away in a storm.”

“Shit!” ramlan with a low voice. His jaw tightened immediately.

“What's the matter, Sir came here? Shouldn't it be in the office now?” ask Dhea curious.

The reason, according to Dhea coming to the hospital to see him is impossible to do by Ramlan.

“You go wherever I go, it's none of your business!”

“But you definitely have a reason, ‘kan? Busy people like Mister can't come just to meet people like me.”

"You have to explain why you don't go home. If you're pregnant, and tired. Dehydration, miscarriage. Didn't I lose, lose time and go back to waiting a long time?"

Gleuuk! silent Dhea.

It makes Dhea tight-lipped, hard to believe. The man who notabane her husband is really a devil-hearted man.

Tbc.