Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 3

At home, Dhea prepared as usual. When her husband comes home, she will cook and make the house as clean as possible. Until Dhea will ask directly in the right situation.

“You take a shower first. Usually women spend a long time in the bathroom. I don't want my time wasted,” Ramlan ordered Dhea.

Dhea did not see any strange gurgles from the husband according to. He stepped into the bathroom with a towel in his hand.

'Okay, I took a shower first. Don't act weird like that. Or you'll I'll teach you a lesson.' Dhea roars before disappearing from behind the door.

In his place, Ramlan gasped. He who was focusing on his phone stared at the bathroom door with a blank look. How dare his wife threaten him.

The bathroom is very spacious for one person to use. Dhea wondered why rich people really like to throw money for the one thing that can actually be made effective.

The two wash basins in front of Dhea are one example. If while single or still a husband status of people, according to Dhea, the use of a single wash basin is still quite effective compared to having to install two pieces at once. Although Dhea was a middle graduate, but she was very anti with waste.

He took off the dress he wore in one zipper pull. However, in the midst of his efforts that lowered the zipper to the end, the object was suddenly unable to be pulled down.

“Aduh, why should it be stuck, anyway?” gerrutu annoyed.

“Why haven't you taken a shower?” ramlan's voice suddenly filled the bathroom space. Sontak Dhea was surprised to see a large tall figure now standing in the doorway.

“Since when did you stand there?” ask Dhea gurgling. She hugged a dress that almost fell from her body. Not used to the presence of strangers in the bathroom even though the person is her husband.

Instead of answering Dhea's question, Ramlan stepped closer. It erodes the distance between the two.

“A-what do you want to do?”

Sreet…

With a single pull, Ramlan pulled the zipper that had previously jammed. How much effort Dhea put in, could not make it out of the beautiful and luxurious dress she wore.

The sluurph!

Along with that, the dress that had been cupped by Dhea's two hands came off. Dhea was careless to tighten her grip due to being too focused with this sight of the handsome man before her.

“AAAAAHHHH!!” yelled Dhea for a moment. The dress that had been shed to the floor he picked up again to cover the body that was only covered by the G-string and bikini red light. Salah Dhea who obeyed his best friend's order to wear sexy clothes on her wedding day.

Ramlan looked at Dhea from head to toe. The dress that had slipped from his wife's body could not help Dhea cover her body.

“Close your eyes!” You're urgent. His hands were busy looking for anything that could cover his body.

“You think showing your G-string and bikini menorama can make my lust stir? Don't hope! See that, there is not a single point that I can squeeze in order to satisfy my lust.”

“Where are you going, mas?” tanya Dhea Justan is the longest interaction that takes place between the two people.

“Mandi in next room. Can run out of my patience just to wait for you to finish bathing,” said Ramlan from the room. The sound of the door closing clarified the man's departure.

“I have to cultivate patience more to face mas Ramlan. I believe I can melt his heart,” said Dhea reassured herself.

The sound of water gurgling into a melodious groove in the bathroom. Dhea enjoyed her time so much that fifteen minutes had passed.

The bathroom door opened, hot steam poking from the inside followed by step foot Dhea level.

Having a model body shape, is one of the advantages of Dhea. But somehow Ramlan never harbored any interest in him. Then for what he married, still in the mind of the tired Dhea.

“You're done bathing?” Dhea asked Ramlan who was sitting on the sofa of the room. The man so enjoyed his own time while smilingly staring at his phone screen.

Ramlan. Both of his eyes were immediately locked on the beautiful curves of Dhea's body which was covered in a towel just above his body to the thighs. That smooth white skin instantly left Ramlan flabbergasted.

“What did you see? Didn't you yourself say you wouldn't touch me?” seloroh Dhea frankly.

Realizing he had been caught enjoying the sight of Dhea's body, Ramlan turned his gaze to just about anywhere.

“Pede really you! A woman with a mediocre look like you won't tempt me. Already, I want to sleep.”

Ramlan rose from his place. Walk towards a large bed that can accommodate three adults. However, one silly thing done by him provoked Dhea to lodge his protest.

“If you sleep in such a transverse position. How can I sleep?”

“Who said I let you sleep in bed? You just sleep on the couch or on the floor carpet. This is my bed. No woman can occupy it,” replied Ramlan while giving an ultimatum.

Dhea grunted in annoyance. Her husband really had the heart on her who incidentally is his own wife.

“What kind of husband lets his wife sleep on the floor?” Dhea quips. He picked up sleeping pajamas from inside the suitcase he had brought from home.

“I don't care! Get lost! I would not sleep one room with a woman ***** like you!” throw Ramlan out when Dhea wears her pajamas.

Dhea did not expect Ramlan to be so willing to throw him out of the room. He came home only to continue to hurt his heart, every time he came home always cold, how Dhea began to ask the woman who hit him. If Ramlan's attitude is like this.

Tbc.