Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 23

Dhea felt pain, she returned home after the last meeting with Ramlan. Not true, it's like a stranger. But while in the mansion, he was confused why the legitimate wife of mas Ramlan arrived at his home.

"Mom Zia." said Dhea, so Zia turned her head and smiled.

"Ah, you're Dhea. I'm here, a little dizzy. I forgot, if it looks like my husband has a contract in this house. You are the occupants." said Zia.

"Contractors. Uh! that's right, I'm the hirer. What's up, huh?"

"Look, I'm running out of vitamins. So because I had to rest, so I waited on this porch. Waiting for my assistant to return."

"Well, just go in!"

I don't know what the basis is, Dhea mertutug add to the problem. Because the wife is lawful to enter his house. Until some things, he forgot when Ramlan's goods were in the guest room nightstand.

"This is, like my husband's book, and it's a lot like his writing. Can I read it?"

"ah! sorry ma'am. This is company privacy, I will also work in one of the subsidiaries ..Um! Mr. Ramlan. So sometimes I ask Sam for help, to write it." seize Dhea, because it is true Ramlan wrote about the agreement.

"Privacy. Well, hopefully in the future we do not meet with severe conflict huh! if that happens, I'm uncomfortable and will definitely get rid of." Zia's cynical smile.

So that his assistant was alone, Zia left. While Dhea, she peels like bile. The warning of husband and wife, really makes his life threatened.

A Few Days Later.

Ramlan did not know what made his wife Zia angry, after hearing the last words. He went to Dhea to calm down. It was as if the woman did not need herself and instead chased her away.

The took! Tooks.

“What's up? Is there something left behind?” dhea asked with a questionable expression.

Ramlan did not answer. He stepped closer to Dhea and observed the woman's ankle well which looked a little swollen.

Unknowingly, Ramlan's hands clenched back tightly. He was angry, of course. Dhea's life has been bought for the next year, at least until giving birth to a son for her. Dhea is his. And Ramlan doesn't like it if anyone else hurts him, other than himself. Only Ramlan can do that to Dhea, he thought.

“I don't believe in your words.”

“Huh? Which one of my words?” Dhea frowned confusedly.

“Everything,” replied Ramlan as he raised his gaze from his feet towards Dhea's eyes.

“I don't trust all your words. I also don't trust my men, because they once cheated when you tried to escape.”

‘If you can't believe why tell them to watch me here?’ grumble Dhea, of course in the heart. It would be a big deal if he voiced it in front of Ramlan.

“So I'll keep quiet here, until really make sure you won't run away.”

“Good.” Dhea nodded.

“I will not ban, but make sure Mas Ramlan is not bored during the wait.”

"What..?" shouts spontaneously.

"I mean, Sir." Dhea.

“Do not set me!” ketus Ramlan, then sat in a chair right next to Dhea. Because that's the only empty seat there.

Dhea was sitting next to him, she turned her head, her gaze down the figure of the man sitting upright while holding his arm. The muscles in his arms were clearly imprinted.

Wow, Dhea was surprised, did Ramlan feel comfortable with his position that looks stiff? In silence, Ramlan looks arrogant and arrogant. Dhea refrained from making a sound and commenting on anything, or the man would get angry because he was too noisy.

Dhea yawned, she got too bored and ended up sleepy. Now he looked at Ramlan with a questionable look.

“Stop looking at me! I don't like your gaze,” said Ramlan coldly.

Dhea sat back in her chair. Many times he yawns because his sleep was not quality last night. Especially wanting to say about Ramlan's legitimate wife watching him, but he did not dare to talk.

Dhea took a deep breath and tried to remain patient. "For what I did in the office that afternoon. I really don't know if Amroza Raden Moza Ram is you" said Dhea full of regrets, because he named Moza Ramlan with a short name.

Ramlan was silent while staring at Dhea with a difficult look to interpret. Why is it so easy for a woman to say sorry? Ramlan wondered inwardly, for his wife Zia was not as gentle and as afraid as Dhea when she was with him.

"Why do you see me like that?" Dhea's eyes blinked gently as she looked at Ramlan. They had a few seconds to look at each other, before Ramlan threw his face away with a hardened expression.

"It's none of your business!"

Dhea finally nodded. If Ramlan had been like that, it meant that Dhea had no right to know, he thought. Dhea straightened her eyes again and her eyes became more sleepy. Then raise both of his legs on the chair and hug the pillow.

"Can, I call you Mas. No sir, if it's in this house?"

"Mas, weird. But whatever." said Ramlan, back foreign.

"Mas," call Dhea a while later.

Ramlan did not answer. But Dhea continued his sentence, “What makes you not believe my words?”

Ramlan's mouth, stay tight. It was as if Dhea's question was just a wind past.

“Dan, what makes you not believe that I as a wife will not run away from you, from this marriage?”

“Because it is so impossible,” timpal Ramlan suddenly, still with his flat and cold expression.

“Women if they've been given what they want, money or whatever it is, they'll leave. Let alone a poor woman like you.” Ramlan said.

Dhea chuckles. Ramlan was astonished that Dhea was not angry at all with the insults he made.

“You always insult me. Aren't you afraid your son will be disappointed that his mother is always despised?” dhea's eyes poked towards Ramlan.

The man's jaw seemed to twitch and harden. “She, will never know that a woman like you is the one who gave birth to her,” sis Ramlan without feeling.

Dhea was patient again and accepted Ramlan's words more patiently.

But the next second, Ramlan was stunned and there was a speck of guilt in his heart as soon as he saw Dhea's facial water suddenly look sad. Just momentary. Before finally Dhea again chuckled a little, I don't know what she meant. Was that woman not hurt? thought Ramlan.

“What do you think all women are like? Just make use of men then go?”

“Only one person is not so.”

“Who?”

“Not your business.”

Dhea nodded. He was sure that one man was not himself, because Ramlan did not believe him at all. He only believed Zia the legitimate wife he confessed to, and his family. So let it be, the pain he experienced alone.

“But you were wrong, Mas. Not all women as you think.” Og Dhea, he said he went to his room.

Meanwhile, Ramlan stared and followed Dhea, who looked sad.

Tbc.