Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 33

That night, Ramlan told Sam to find a home for his wife Zia who was on medication. Surely the more expensive and luxurious of the house Dhea lived in, according to her request, she raged not wanting to stay opposite her honey until Dhea gave birth.

Ramlan got up from the chair, moved to lie on the bed because Dhea was also preparing to sleep.

Dhea lay down next to Ramlan, facing her position towards the man. His fingers went down the field of Ramlan. while Ramlan straightened his hand so that Dhea cushioned on his arm.

"May I ask, I want to ask you why you've been giving me money lately, and attention is not what it used to be."

Since yesterday Dhea had wanted to ask that question, he was just waiting for the right moment. And Dhea thinks Ramlan's mood is calm tonight.

"Yesterday the car entered the workshop and it took a lot of money for maintenance costs." Ramlan lies, but he cuts Zia monthly because to buy Dhea's needs, Ramlan believes Dhea would want to buy the needs for her baby later.

Before long, a phone call ringing. Ramlan moved away from Dhea.

Dhea saw who the caller was, so Ramlan had no reason to lift the call out of the room.

"Ouch, please. I'm so nauseous."

The sound of a woman who sounded weak and nervous grabbed the ears of Ramlan, who was then sitting on a mattress couch. He slowly headed towards the living room, only wanting to take some warm water.

"Dhea, why nausea? What did you eat? Sa —"

Almost Ramlan called the word 'honey' when next to him there is Zia. A second later Ramlan corrected immediately, when Zia had returned and approached the Dhea residence.

"Dhea, drink some water. I told Sam to go there."

Ramlan panics, there is no other way but to get Sam to confirm Dhea's condition if it is necessary to take the woman to the hospital.

Ramlan had not finished talking, but Dhea seemed to have been unable to bear the feeling of her stomach that was like a storm inside.

Really Ramlan honestly panicked, he was worried about the state of Dhea. However, he could do nothing because there was Zia. Unless Zia is asleep and Ramlan will find Dhea easy, she is worried about paying more attention because of her child alone.

"Why? What happened to Dhea. Honey?" Zia urged to shake Ramlan's arm, whose face looked pale but did not lose its original color.

"Dhea, vomiting. Maybe it's the effect of the content."

Ramlan leaned his head against the wall, as he glanced at Dhea, curious about the woman's expression. If only his legal wife were pregnant. Maybe things will be better and not dizzy like today, Ramlan confusion keep the heart of women.

Zia was sorry, her brain thought hard to find a way for Dhea at least someone to look after her there.

"You better get Sam to take Dhea to the hospital. Let him rest. Or take him to our house."

Clearly Ramlan was surprised to hear such a ridiculous proposal. Ramlan widened his eyes, swallowing the saliva with great difficulty as Zia's idea was completely beyond Ramlan's expectations. Not a single moment crossed Ramlan's head to bring Dhea to the house next door, even if the condition is an emergency like this.

But Zia, she always used feelings. It seems he could not bear to let Dhea at home alone with the condition of young pregnancy. Especially having to involve her husband looking at her continuously.

"Huh? Honey, don't do it. Let me tell Sam, just keep Dhea there." Ramlan refused hard.

"I was pregnant once too, so I knew what I should do for Dhea, at least I could help. I'm afraid something's happened to Dhea, what else is this first child pregnant." Zia was muddled by her decision. He did not accept any rejection from Ramlan.

Zia held up her hands, charging Ramlan's phone lying on the nightstand.

"Give me the phone, let me call Sam. You better prepare the next room for Dhea to occupy." Zia's orders pitched quietly.

Ramlan seemed to have no power to resist Zia's decision. Zia always had a way to justify whatever she thought was good. And Ramlan would still lose if he argued with Zia.

Ramlan replied with a beheading, he then got off the bed and passed away leaving Zia who was contacting Sam.

After almost 30 minutes, Zia and Ramlan rushed out of the house as the engine stopped in the yard.

Clearly, the roar of Sam's steps, which came out of the car with Dhea, led to Zia and Ramlan waiting in the doorway.

"Dhea, comein. Go straight to the room, yeah. You need to rest a lot." take Zia. He took Dhea's bag out of Sam's hand.

It made Dhea confused, because the attitude of Ramlan's legitimate wife looks good today.

Zia was busy taking Dhea to the room. Unlike Ramlan who instantly like a fool, Ramlan does not even know what to do and how there the mistress and his legal wife live in the house. They look so familiar.

"Zijah. Thank you for taking me to stay here. Though I was at home is also okay, but instead forced me," said Dhea after sitting on a bed, half her body covered in a thick blanket.

"I can't bear to leave you home alone, Dhea. Besides, with Sam in company, I'm afraid the neighbors will think something's not desirable."

Zia responded while spraying room fragrances in several corners of the room for the comfort of Dhea, and the content.

As soon as she finished, Dhea landed her thighs sitting at the bedside.

"How's your stomach? Still nauseous? I'll make you some warm tea, yeah. Let your body be better."

The woman wearing a knit sweater and trousers then nodded in agreement with Zia's offer.

When Zia came out to make some warm tea, Ramlan went into the room to meet Dhea. Ramlan deliberately left the door wide open so as not to invite suspicion.

"Ramlan, why are we home with a legitimate wife" suddenly Dhea clutched Ramlan's stomach, where the man was standing at the side of the bed.

Ramlan forced Dhea's hand before the hot sight was witnessed by Zia.

"God. Let go first, keep your attitude while here. We'd better not get too close first." Ramlan insisted, glaring his eyes for Dhea to obey her orders.

Because it could be, his wife Zia will go back to raging because of her bipolar illness whose mood must be good.

Dhea pursed both lips, her hands crossed while her eyes stared in annoyance at Ramlan.

Ohheem!! zia's gaze returned resuscitated, after what she saw.

"Okay, I'm doing it. But I also ask that you not be friendly with Ramlan while I'm here." challenge Zia.

Ramlan swallowed back the answer that was already at the tip of his tongue due to the arrival of his wife.

"Dhea drink up first!"

Zia got on the bed, handed a glass of warm tea to Dhea.

"I brought you here, I want to make sure and get closer to the boy. Don't fly too much, when my husband is nice and sweet to you. Therefore, it will only end in the time you give birth. Even your baby, can't see his real mother." Zia whispered with a smile.

It also makes Dhea resist disappointment, which is very deep. 'This is how it feels to love someone else's husband?' inner Dhea, she tried hard to resist crying, behind her smile.

Tbc.