Wife One Billion
Dua

Since childhood Iris was raised by the sister of her kind mother, they lived in a simple house. Meanwhile, her biological parents had long died due to a tragedy that Iris could not remember, because she was still three years old.

Looking at the stately house with top-class facilities, Iris endlessly clucked in awe, to the point that she was unaware that there was now a task she had to complete immediately.

He brought coffee to a master named Damar Pramudya Arjuna. Iris knew her full name because in every photo displayed in some corner of the room, her name was plastered there.

Iris knocked on the door several times, until the voice inside allowed her to enter. The door was not in the key.

“Good morning, Mr.” Iris looked down respectfully, she couldn't see her master's face because he was on his back, facing the window glass.

“Tap twenty minutes,” the sound sounds heavy and sexy. “Pick up your things and get out of my house, right now. I don't like disobedient waiters!”

Iris glared, how could she not have one day of work.

“I'm sorry Sir, I desperately need this job ..” replied Iris in a pleading tone. “I promise I won't repeat it again."

Damar was a bit disturbed by the strange soft voice in his ears. Ah, only he remembered last night that he fired his personal servant.

His body turned to look at the figure of his new servant. His brows furrowed, looking at the tiny girl who had milky white skin and brownish clear eyes, typical of the natives.

Unknowingly Damar felt fascinated, only this time he saw a local girl, who was not only beautiful but also attractive.

“Who brought you here?” asked Damar while stepping his legs, his voice turned soft, gone already his anger earlier.

“Mr Satria,” Iris responded with caution because the gaze her master gave her was the same as the striped-nose man in the brothel.

Damar laughing. “Master? Don't call him Mister, he's here just like you're just a errand boy.”

“Sorry, Master I don't know.”

“How old are you?”

“20 years, Mr.”

Still very young, the inner Damar spoke.

Damar's eyes were fixed on Iris's smooth legs. “Where are your shoes?”

“I left it outside.” Iris stepped back, as her distance with Damar was thinning.

This girl is so innocent, muttered Damar.

“Why, are you afraid of me?” damar asked with a smile so sweet, hoping that the iris would be subdued. “You should know, that being my servant not only serves my food needs but everything, including there,” pointed Damar on his king size mattress.

Iris gulped, holding tightly onto the tray she had been holding. The trauma in the brothel again attacked his memory.

“Ma-“

Damar had already encased Iris' body, the girl could not go out anywhere. “How about we start now? I don't taste good anymore to taste your coffee, because your body is more tempting.”

Iris held her breath, it seemed like all the men were basket eyes!

Brushes!

The coffee on the tray, Iris accidentally spilled right under Damar's stomach, making him scream in pain.

“Are you crazy?” damar said to endure the growing pain. “You want to die!”

Iris stared intently at Damar. “Do not occasionally say impudent to any woman, because it is no longer hot water that I will spill but I will cut it into pieces!” threatening Iris made Damar shudder in horror as he imagined it.

“Hey, don't run away!” snapped Damar, as it was not possible to run. Damar took his cell phone and contacted his bodyguard.

“Don't escape the girl who was out of my room, bring her back here, hurry!”

***

Iris tried to rebel when the guards at home found her, as she was about to escape through the back door.

Iris had made the wrong decision. If he knew the owner of this house was as vicious as those people, he would have thought repeatedly about going with Satria.

His body was thrust before Damar who was sitting on his proud chair, his gaze full of dislike.

“It turns out you want to mess with me, yeah!" The pain in his vitals had subsided a bit, so he could squat.

"You are beautiful, but it's a pity to act out of bounds, whereas if you obey I will give you everything you ask.”

Iris clucked. “Whatever sir, if can't appreciate women for what? Better you repent, and reflect well! Look, your skin is starting to wrinkle and age! Charity is not a sin!”

Damar looked at Iris in disbelief, then asked his bowed bodyguard like he was holding back a laugh. Just this time there was someone who was outspoken about his master's ugliness.

“Is he a lecturer? Dare, advise me!” he said with a glare, his hands raised about to slap Iris but was immediately undone. “Sial, if not women I have beaten to the brink!”

Feeling his pride has fallen, especially until the lotus has been wrinkled, even though his age is still in the mid-thirties. Damar sighed trying patiently, then he looked back at Iris this time displaying his sweetest smile, still trying.

“Are you not fascinated by me? There are a lot of women out there waiting in line, wanting to feel like they're in the same bed as me. They say I'm like a handsome prince from a fairyland,” Damar said confidently, making Iris laugh out loud.

“Sorry, Sir. I think the word prince is not suitable, because there are still many young men who are beautiful and certainly appreciate women. I'm sure, if Mister is a poor person, surely no one will want to,” Iris is satisfied.

Damar fires a beard, there's a fire coming out of his head. He feels insulted. “After saying that, you think you can survive?"

"I am not afraid, because we are both humans who still eat rice" Iris replied, in her eyes there was no fear. He intentionally infuriated Damarr, so he would have immediately chased him away.

"Don't try to run away, because I'll show you how a servant works in this magnificent house of mine,” whispered Damar with a faint smile.

"Why are you guys still quiet, take him to the barn near the kitchen! That room will be his room, starting today!" his orders to his bodyguard.

Iris can't go anywhere anymore, she's picked the wrong opponent.

***

Damar sipped his cigar with pleasure, after facing the girl who turned out to be named Iris, he then called Satria to ask for an explanation, why he could-can he choose the wrong woman who will be made his personal servant. She is beautiful but far from her criteria.

“That girl has humiliated my pride and that's because you don't work!” Just imagining it makes Damar angry and not accept.

Satria. “I brought him in because he was trapped in a brothel, Sir. I was going to put it in the kitchen. But it seems that Ms. Mirna was misresponsive, she thought Iris was the substitute for the servant that Mr. had fired. Sorry for my negligence. I will immediately expel Iris from this house,” explained Satria at length.

“Dan, as soon as possible find another server that suits your wishes Mr.”

Damar threw his cigarette at Satria. “No need to search anymore, because he will serve me!”

“Eum, the girl has even demeaned Mr-“ Satria is not sure, Iris will obey especially after hearing the story earlier this morning from some of his coworkers.

“This time I will forgive you, Satria. But one thing you should look for is the background of the girl's life. I want information about him already there is eight o'clock at night.”

Satria glanced at the wall clock, to go to eight hours only half an hour left. Can he find her that way?

"Don't let go, get to work! Or I'll fire you!”

“Good, Master!” Satria hurried out of her room.

Damar Pramudya Arjuna, not only famous female lovers but he is also very authoritarian and annoying.

If not for the money, Satria would have long quit this exhausting job.