Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 40

Two hours before it happened, Dhea headed to Ramlan's office, trying to put the papers down. But he did not know, if at the home of the Moza family the arrival of Zia who he knew, still undergoing treatment.

Not to mention the many empty bottles of alcohol, Dhea was sure that Ramlan and Zia had finished drinking. What he feared was that Ramlan would change his attitude to bad as his enemy.

Whether if it wasn't for the child in her womb, she couldn't have survived being in the family of Moza Ramlan, who had helped her fund Mira's hospital, and education for Bagas.

"Ah .., faster baby!"

"Sure honey! Yours are driving me crazy!"

The voice******* and moans are heard again and again in Dhea's ear. This time the sound was more evocative than the nights before.

The sound of the bed that was already worn out sounded so loud in Dhea's ears. I don't know if they are playing. Dhea could only squeeze the strap of the bag she was wearing. To express all the frustration he felt.

He just wanted to rest in peace after coming home from work. However, in fact, Dhea even had to find her husband is now racing to achieve world benefits with Zia.

This isn't the first time Dhea has heard Ramlan-her husband bring Zia into their room, and do hot activities that make the culprit get a satisfaction. Though clearly the room is the place to sleep, they can usually play not in their room only.

After a few months passed, until finally Dhea caught Ramlan again, being under Zia's confinement in his room.

Once Dhea attempted to leave Ramlan, but Ramlan threatened to spread their indecent vidio. Until the end Dhea decided to survive even though her heart was crying, let alone revoking Mira's treatment, she would definitely be sad.

"Thank you, dear .., I'm so glad you followed me, we proved that we are happy. I don't want to, Dhea feels like she's winning just because she's pregnant!" praise that glowing-faced Zia to Ramlan.

The two of them seemed to close their eyes to the presence of Dhea, who was sitting at the table with a face that was already red.

"sama-honey. I'm also good because you've got a really tight fit and always love increases!" praise Ramlan vulgar without straining.

Dhea was so sick of hearing every similar remark, from the mouth of the man who was her husband, to every woman who could always satisfy him just because he had been chosen by the Moza family to bear a child.

"Yes, I'm home first! That's you've been waiting for! Your client this time is young and beautiful. Uh, I forgot that she's a wife not considered." Zia's laughter broke.

The glowing-faced Zia blinked one eye at Dhea, before leaving Dhea and Ramlan's room.

"Why?"

Ramlan had already rounded his eyes towards Dhea. His right hand clucked his waist staring intently, so that Dhea would not comment. She was in power anyway, so Dhea just hitched a ride until the baby was born.

"You don't like it!" ramlan's not entirely wrong.

"Do I have the right to dislike you, Mom!"

Dhea challenged her husband. His heart was really tired. Months of living a household life with Ramlan made it seem like living like hell.

The happiness he felt only in the beginning of their marriage. The rest of Ramlan seemed to reveal his true identity during this time, if the sweet beginning he only fished to agree to give birth to a child for him.

But Ramlan knew, all the courtesy and kindness of Dhea who helped his family, never considered as a second wife only always bring marriage contract, only contract, I don't know why Ramlan's parents turned a blind eye to Ramlan's unfair attitude towards him.

If she could choose, Dhea would like to hear what her two-in-laws said. However, the rice has become porridge, Dhea can not make rice anymore. All Dhea needs to do is add the topping and also crackers so that the porridge feels good. But Dhea's desire and effort seemed to be nothing but futile and meaningless efforts. Her husband is becoming more and more every day.

"Oh .. You have dared to fight yes, now!" Ramlan clutched tightly onto Dhea's chin until he looked in pain.

"A-I'm le-that's Mas-!" Dhea tried to make a sound even though it was difficult, because of the grip made by Ramlan-husband, making Dhea's mouth feel numb and sick simultaneously.

Ramlan took off his hand clutches violently. Looks like nail marks stuck on the surface of the white Dhea skin.

"Tired! So now you're tired of living with me? Then where is your promise to be faithful to my side, no matter what?"

"There is no story of a wife who could see her husband sleeping with another woman, Mas! ME TOO!" Dhea rubbed her chin which felt as sore as her heart at this moment.

"That's because you're useless!" ramlan said he went into the room, then a few minutes later the man was out in neat clothes and perfume that stung the sense of smell.

It's useless!

A sentence that is often a meal of Dhea's ear, so it feels like the ear is numb by the diatribe.

"Where are you going, Mas?" ask Dhea full of probes. Her husband was definitely going to Zia's room.

"Why? Are you going to ban me too this time!"

The impact ejected so smoothly from Ramlan's mouth. He felt dislike because now Dhea began to be a woman who was so chatty.

"I shouldn't have told you to work for Daddy! Working makes you a very chatty woman now!"

Again only scolding came out of Ramlan's mouth for Dhea, no more sweet words spoken. Now it's as if marrying her is a burden to Ramlan.

"Why is it always Dhea who is wrong! why mas Ramlan after drunk, always say harsh words and outside Dhea ga ngerti mas mas." explained Dhea.

Dhea began to raise her voice. Grief is also always the party to blame.

Dhea did work as a factory worker first.in one of the waste plants, which are often used by people to accompany their daily lives. Even the products from the factory have been through the buana to neighboring countries such as South Korea.

"Oh .. So you want the same calculation I am now! Good of you yes, you lady don't know how to profit!"

Ramlan pulled the collar of Dhea's uniform that had not even been replaced due to her husband's hot activities earlier. Ramlan throws Dhea on the bed, then in a rude gesture Ramlan unlocks his belt.

Dhea who looked at her husband like a man in fidelity immediately curled up in a corner with a body that was already shaking held in fear. Afraid that later he will get a blow or a slash from the belt that has now been removed from its place. This is the first time Dhea sees her husband this angry, usually if angry her husband will just censure her.

Ramlan, who saw Dhea trying to avoid him, immediately pulled Dhea's leg, then opened the leg wide.

Tbc.