Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 8

"You still can't answer?" ask Ramlan.

"Satisfaction?" dhea was spontaneous.

"Satisfaction? You think you can satisfy me?" asked Ramlan who was no longer holding his cutlery, looking straight at Dhea.

"I've never tried it. Maybe, if you've given me a chance I just found out, Mr. Ramlan," Dhea replied hesitantly

"Haha!" which was answered by Ramlan with laughter, before giving additional comments.

"Now listen to my question, do people like me think you'd be interested in a woman who'd been fucked by a married man?"

Glug.

"Then why did you marry me, helped me. I want to ask you why you didn't let me in that moment, tortured by thugs. Your rights, I told you, I'm married but I haven't been touched, because of an accident. If I can do it, I want it to end and not happen to me. You also why conspired to my uncle, you know, I am very sick because you lied to marry me. The man who has married, do you not think about your wife's heart if you know, she is a woman?"

"It's hard to explain, I think over time you'll find out. Obviously I helped you, not because I was interested in you."

'If you're not interested why touch me and why tell me the polosan before you like this?' ramlan's words that made Dhea mutter at the bottom of her heart, staring at the nanar and swallowing her saliva.

"What do you think?" ask Ramlan.

"Maybe I should clarify, Mas! When I'm menstruating I don't serve you! So while at the cafe that came just vent, until one person scared me and ran away because the thugs wanted to fuck me, but ..."

"You mean there's not a thousand?" Ramlan cut in.

"It looks so!" Dhea.

"While less or less, for me there are still a thousand more people who have touched your body, do you think I'm interested in touching a used woman?" ramlan asked with a smile that Dhea could not interpret.

And as Ramlan was sitting while leaning his body on the back of the chair, his eyes were staring with a gaze that Dhea could not understand.

"Dry!"

'He said he didn't want me, used! Why call me?' said Dhea, who has now put her cutlery as well, stood up and stepped closer to Ramlan polosan.

"Sit down!" Ramlan spoke while patting his lap.

"Do you feel something waking up?"

Ramlan's words, which Dhea reflexively answered with a headband.

"So do you think I'm interested in you?"

'No waking up! Hasn't stiffened? So he's not interested in me? Is that so? Or maybe he has strong self-care? Or maybe he's a same-sex person? Or the worst he has a disorder?'

Dhea tried to find an answer in her head, but there was no convincing conclusion on her mind, until Dhea finally shook her head in response.

"What's the meaning of your head?" Ramlan asked for an explanation

"Maybe you're not interested in me, Mom. But I'm still confused as to why you married me and conspired with my uncle."

"Sure, I don't know why I could marry you. But you should have asked your uncle, stay on top of you staying here on my orders!" ramlan.

"What, your decision?"

Doubtful, but Dhea nodded back.

"Then, do I have to return you to the club cafe you work, if you don't like my way."

The question that returned was answered quickly with a headband by Dhea.

"No Mas! I beg!" add Dhea again.

"If you're not interested in me, then what should I do to make you feel satisfied with me?"

Dhea spoke while looking straight at Ramlan, who was answered back by Ramlan with a cold smile.

'What's on his mind? what does he want? why can't I just explain it? It was hard to penetrate his mind! why didn't he answer my question? And what does it want? Huh, why did he take that sausage? Oh, no. .. no. Why did he stick it there? Shhhh!' said Dhea who was astonished because Ramlan lifted the fried sausage from the plate, moving in a circular motion at the tip of his two twins. The sausage, which was before being fried, was split into four by Dhea, but was unbroken, so that it was shaped like a flower petal.

"What did you see?" sharp Ramlan.

Tbc.