Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 7

"Tick yourself up and quickly prepare the food! I'm hungry!" ramlan's last words before he closes Dhea's bedroom door.

"Huhoo! Food?" Dhea exhaled a long breath and opened her eyes when the man who had just interrogated her had already walked out of her room.

'What do you want to make? Can I cook? Hah, troublesome! He's rich, why don't you ask the chef to prepare some food for him?' Dhea spoke out in protest, thinking about the kitchen and the cuisine, successfully adding to her anxiety, and while clucking Dhea ran to the bathroom to fulfill her desire in the toilet, then clean her body under the shower to remove all the sense of her hangover.

Nguuuuung

And lastly, Dhea dried her hair with a hair dryer after the strands of cleaning her body were finished.

"I can't wear those pants anymore because they're dirty!" said Dhea who saw an empty wardrobe without clothes.

"Well, I'll replace it with a dry one first!"

Dhea spoke as she removed the wet towel from her body, took the dry towel and wrapped it around her body again. Dhea was forced to leave the walk in closet using only a towel wrapped around her body.

"Even he didn't prepare the bathrobe here!" said Dhea again who nagged before opening the door of her room and going down to the ground floor.

"Excuse me Sir!"

"My food is ready?" asked Ramlan who turned her eyes away from the laptop and looked at Dhea.

"I just wanted to make it, Mom! But to be honest I want to tell you that I can't cook!"

"I just want to eat, I don't care if you can cook or not!"

'Then accept whatever I cook later, just be careful if you protest!' said Dhea's heart that could not answer anything anymore, and Ramlan was no longer focused on him, his eyes were already heading towards the laptop.

'Well, no man has ever treated me this cold! He's so cute!' said Dhea did not wait for Ramlan again, Dhea stepped away towards the kitchen, checking there was anything in the refrigerator.

"Eggs? I can make cow's eye eggs, right! If omelets are always a charlatan! A sausage? I can fry and bake it! French fries? I can fry it! It's late so it's not good for coffee or tea, so I'd better give it some juice, wouldn't you?" said Dhea weighing what she wanted to make. Finally, not waiting for long, he tried to bring out the ingredients he wanted to use to make a menu that could be thought of and began to create.

"Excuse me, the food is ready!" dhea said after thirty minutes she was fighting in the kitchen.

"I hope you don't disappoint me!" Ramlan stood up to the dining table.

"You're not eating?" ask Ramlan while taking his cutlery.

"Can I sit with you?"

Ramlan did not answer just directly cutting his food.

"I'll join you, Mum!"

Dhea took her plate at the island table, put it on the dinner table, did as Ramlan ordered.

"Every morning there will be people cleaning this apartment! I explained it to you, didn't I?"

"It's already." Dhea nodded her head.

'Even though I don't remember everything he said, hihi!' whispered Dhea in his heart.

"Hm ... Is there something you want to ask?"

"Will they see me without clothes?" Dhea used her chance.

Ramlan looked at Dhea with his faint smile, he did not reply and returned to focusing on his food.

"Open your towel!" that's exactly what Ramlan said after bribing his food,

"Oh, towels?"

Dhea looked at her body, and her hand took off the winding of her towel, and then sat back down before Ramlan.

"Is this how you like it, Mom?"

Dhea asked again, but Ramlan only glanced at her for a second and then returned to bribing her food.

'Why did he never answer my question? He can ask questions but I can't ask? What does that mean?

What a strange man! Just this time I have to serve a husband like him! No, he's not my husband. Maybe he thinks of me as his slave? Look, he won't let me get dressed!' dhea said again while clucking in her heart, but Dhea still kept her attitude in front of Ramlan, not wanting to disturb the dinner of the man who already had it.

"You know why I'm seeing you tonight?"

Dhea shook her head. Because he also did not know, even just yesterday he asked why he married Dhea, but did not talk about having a wife. Dhea's heart was very angry, especially meeting her uncle they answered lightly, heartless.

"A-I don't know mas." staring at you.

Tbc.