Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 26
Today Dhea attended the meeting, not knowing how long she was silent. Kala saw her husband's legal wife coming, right attended on the day of the company's greatness. Also seen the King, the man who some time ago looked at him with a big smile.
While Dhea was feeling uneasy, because the gaze of Ramlan's legitimate wife was cynical like there was something hidden. He walked like he was towards the table, his seat at the moment.
“Can join?”
“Hm?”
Dhea stopped her chewing as soon as she heard a familiar voice in the ear. He looked up and found the king carrying a tray of food.
“All seats here are full,” complained the King.
“Again I do not know the others, I only know you here. Can?” said the King, whose side is Zia the legitimate wife of Ramlan.
'How can Ramlan's legitimate wife come with a cousin, Ramlan's enemy?' inner Dhea.
Dhea thought for a moment. There was a great urge from within him to reject the King. Because, Dhea was worried that Ramlan would see them and make her husband misunderstand. However, Dhea is married now, especially in front of her, Ramlan's legitimate wife as if staring cynically join in.
But the King, right. There were no empty seats in the cafe, and Dhea looked around.
“Come... I must hold your responsibility with this wound.” The king accidentally showed his arm that had been injured by Dhea two days ago.
“Take responsibility? Didn't I cover it yesterday with plaster?” ask Dhea. There was a sense of guilt sneaking into his heart when he remembered the incident.
“Just cover. Not treating.”
The king sat before Dhea, though the woman had not given him.
“So instead, you accompany me to lunch now. That way you don't have to pay for hospital medical expenses.”
Dhea let out a half-gruntle and half-laughing voice.
"Wow, it turns out that you are a smart person utilizing the situation yes.” Dhea's eyes are splashed on the King.
The king laughed. Then began to devour his rice and fried chicken. His attitude that makes Dhea could not bear if you have to expel the King from this table.
“You don't seem like a mediocre person, but why not eat at that restaurant?”
Dhea pointed to the restaurant opposite this cafe, which was used to being filled with employees who had thick wallets.
“Because from the front I saw you, that's why I came here. As soon as I bring your boss's legitimate wife."
Dhea continued eating without being disturbed in the least by the King's presence. As if remembering something, Dhea then looked at the King. But Zia asked the King, leaving her alone with the woman who was supposed to be pregnant with her husband's child.
"Ok, I'll order first. Adding food to this table. Good idea, right?" shrieked the King, as if laughter insinuated Dhea.
Dhea fell silent stiff, then Zia thrust a check for Dhea to think twice.
In that instant, Dhea, wanted to immediately run away from the cafe. He knows if his whereabouts are known. But Zia drew Dhea's hand and gripped her. Like sharp nails, piercing the wrists of Dhea's skin, so that Dhea withstood the pain.
"Why, don't you dare scream?" lirih Zia's.
"What do you mean by mother?"
"Remember, if you play something, there's a connection with my husband. Then I won't be silent."
"I don't know what Zia meant. What can I help you with?" stuttering Dhea.
Removing the Dhea grip, it looks bloody and imprints. It was Zia's initial hope that looked satisfied at the beginning. "Leave my husband, I don't like the kid coming! I'll give you a week, go as far as possible. Accept this check, as your escape!" zia Smile.
Dhea did not finish thinking, she immediately took out a wallet. Paying for the order he ate, then leaving regardless of Zia forcing him out of Ramlan's life.
"What's wrong?" the king asked, but Zia did not answer with her face flat.
***
Tomorrow's Day.
Bruising the nail prick, made Dhea endure the pain. The threat of Ramlan's legitimate wife, makes Dhea think twice. If he had brought it to Ramlan, the man couldn't have believed it. Only one in Dhea's mind, why Ramlan's legitimate wife rejects the child who in fact will be the successor to Ramlan's position.
Second why Ramlan's legitimate wife, the road with the King, is Ramlan's cousin, who is believed to be a mortal enemy. That's Dhea knew, some time ago from the events and Sam's story.
'Ah, tired. Pain I think about it.' Inner Dhea.
Once in front of the finance division room, Dhea then opened the door after previously breathing first.
It was seen that all the employees of the division were standing rigidly and bowing respectfully in front of Ramlan. The mood was quiet and gripping.
Dhea joined them and greeted Ramlan respectfully. The gaze of Dhea and Ramlan had met for no more than three seconds. Before Ramlan finally threw away his face, as if he would not recognize Dhea.
“Who has made this financial report?” ask Ramlan while raising a file in his right hand.
Dhea's eyes were slightly rounded as soon as she saw the cover of the file that she was very familiar with. He then raised his hand.
"I, Mr.”
“Oh. Really?”
“True.” Dhea nodded.
Next to Ramlan's eyebrows, raised while looking at Dhea with a cold gaze. “Then, while working on this report, where did you put your brain?”
Ramlan's voice that sounded soft but full of threats suddenly made Dhea stunned. All eyes were instantly directed at Dhea with an almost equally surprised expression.
“Master, is there something wrong with that report?” ask the King, the finance director who just came out of his room.
“Shut! I'm not talking to you.” Ramlan briefly threw a sharp glare at the King, before then looking at Dhea again.
“The report you made is by no means a company standard! Even Kindergarten kids can make this kind of report!” ramlan said emotionfully staring at Dhea.
Dhea's hands clenched, squeezing the fabric of her black pants tightly. I don't know where the mistake he made was? Though Dhea has followed the example of the format in accordance with what is often taught division.
This was indeed the first time Dhea had made such a report. He was only doing the job of the King when his manager was on leave a few days ago.
Dhea looked at Ramlan, there was a sense of disbelief when the man seemed happy, laughing at him.
Dhea became convinced, this incident was a conspiracy between the King, and the legitimate wife of Ramlan. For Ramlan to continue to hate him and get rid of him.
"I'll check and fix it again sir."
“Enough!” hiss Ramlan tightened his jaw. It was seen that the man was getting more and more wrathful as Dhea fought him bravely.
That instant also Ramlan threw the map in his hand into the air, until a bundle of reports and several other supporting papers scattered to the floor. Some of it was about Dhea's face.
As a result, with a trembling expression, Dhea looked at the King as if making a video as Ramlan scolded him out.
'So my enemy is a man who pretends to be good, why am I in a dilemma. Why are they so bad to me. Did Zia ma'am tell her, or because she already knew who I was?' inner Dhea held back the cries, before tidying up the scattered files.
Tbc.