Wife One Billion
Lima

"What did Brother Damar call me?" dylan asked into the room with annoyance. Still vividly remembered, how Damar hit his butt using a baseball bat. Even if only once, the pain is still burning until now.

Damar, who was wearing the shirt, looked over. His hand told his brother to come closer.

"Mama told me to go on a date, with one of the officials' children, she's named Melisa. I've already rejected it, but mom kept pushy and sent me messages to come this morning, so since you're here. Meet him, later Satria will tell the address where you will meet," said Damar late relaxed, making Dylan roll his eyes lazy.

"Wait? It's delicious your mouth, brother, tell me! No, I don't want to! Just finish it, brother's own business don't bring my name!" reply Dylan ogah. He could guess the end, because if mama found out. Finish himself amused.

"I don't accept any rejection."

"Yes, I don't take any orders either!"

Damar looked at Dylan, his ten-year-old sister with an intimidating look, and he took his cell phone out of his pants.

"Don't blame me if you suddenly find out about his Porsche being driven to the race and heavily damaged."

Dylan's eyes widened. "Sir Damar, how do you know?"

"I know everything you're doing, Dylan. In fact, I know you've been secretly dating Andreas' sister. It seemed, it would be very exciting if I told mama," she replied with a sly smile, making her sister pale.

Andrew's family was a big enemy of his family. Already long ago, they never get along and always compete in everything.

"Sir ..." Dylan swallowed his saliva. "Don't do that, did Brother Damar have the heart to see your handsome brother removed from the family card and become a vagabond?"

"According to my orders, then I'll keep my mouth shut," Damar replied making Dylan sigh heavily.

"Well, I'll take your place to meet Melisa."

As they were chatting, the door opened. Dylan was silent to see a beautiful girl pass him by.

"This, Mr ..." Iris stepped in and gave the shoes that Damar had asked for. Feeling disturbed when the two brothers stepped back out.

"I just saw her, is she the maid who fought you and said you old, sister?" dylan asked, he heard the news from the workers.

Damar nodded while clucking. "Don't be reminded anymore, she is indeed a brash girl! Argh, it feels like remembering that I'd love to eat him alive!"

"Woo, don't be too pussy." Dylan flicked his finger, his brain suddenly had an idea. "Sister, how about we use that maid?"

"What do you mean?"

"Marry her."

"I? I should marry her?" ask Damar not to believe it. "Don't be crazy, he's not on my level! And, as of now, I'm not getting married, other than Ana!"

Dylan shook his head. "There are some advantages that Damar's sister married him. First, Kak Damar can be free from the guidance of his mother dating the woman of his choice ..."

"Second, Brother Damar will not get rejection, especially about in bed. Brother Damar can control it at will! Tie him up with status, then make him fall in love and throw him! That is the most beautiful revenge! And, lastly Brother Damar can give Elea and Willy a mother, even if it's just status, they must be happy," incited Dylan.

He did this, in order to save himself from the woman he was supposed to date.

Meanwhile, Damar raised his eyebrows. Married that girl? Damar never thought about it, as he only intended to avenge Iris' treatment by locking her up in his house.

"Your father is not too bad, I will consider it" Damar replied.

"Goody! I hope Brother Damar agrees! Remember, there are many benefits to be gained!" Dylan did not stop inciting, the 24-year-old walked out because there was still much to do, including a shower and breakfast.

"Don't forget, you have to date this morning." Damar warned, Dylan chipped and muttered in his heart.

The old man should have been married! Just trouble! Look, if I've been successful and far above it! I won't let him, he commands me as I am now!

***

The scream from inside the bathroom made the new Iris feel sitting on the floor jerk, her tired face flutter.

"Yes, what's wrong, sir?"

"Why is the towel red? I asked for a white one! What, you want to let me freeze to death?"

Iris clucked in annoyance. "Jeez, why is he overdone? He had already taken a warm bath. Still afraid of the cold?"

"I heard your voice!" damar's reply made Iris gulp her saliva. Unwilling to be exposed to more severe scolding, Iris picked up the towel her master requested.

"This is the towel, sir. Where do I keep it?"

"Outside!"

"Kok, outside?"

"Have known I took a shower in the bathroom, why are you asking so many questions, you bod*h!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Damar, whose clever defeat was Albert Einstein. I asked, because the door was locked from the inside. Indeed, you think I'm an impenetrable ghost?" said Iris implied from her tone full of annoyance. "So actually here, who's bod*h?"

"Shut up, you're Iris!" snapped Damar did not want to lose.

The open door featured Damar's hand emerging from the crack of the door, Iris giving her a towel. Whether intentionally or what, Damar even pulled Iris' hand until the door opened wide and her body hit the chest of the field belonging to the man.

Iris' eyes bulged, the water used to bathe still had her skin. But when he was about to break away, Damar had already wrapped his hands around Iris' waist.

"Deliver!" snapped Iris did not accept, her body was touched by a man like Damar.

"Why? Are you still not tempted by me, Iris?" ask Damar while grinning. The water from her hair slid against Iris' white cheeks.

It was undeniable that he was indeed handsome, but who really held Iris down with a towel wrapped around her waist? What if the towel comes off? Damar is mes!

Iris screeches. "Until any time, I won't be tempted by an old man like you!"

Damar was not provoked, the man laughed. "Well, how about we get married? I guess, everybody's gonna want to have a rich husband."

Wait for. Had Damar's brain shifted, why did he suddenly say that sentence. Iris did hope to marry a wealthy master so that the life of his descendants could be better. But, not with this man before her! Iris is not.

"Take me off!" the answer is still trying to escape.

"Actually I don't need an answer, because there's no choice but to say Yes" Damar smiled with satisfaction as he let go of Iris. "Prepare yourself, Iris."

While Iris screamed in annoyance, her gaze was fixed on an urn that was extended near the closet.

"Feel my vengeance old man!"

Without thinking for a long time, Iris threw it at Damar until dar*h stuck it in his head.

Iris was stunned to see her master who was already sitting on the floor. Not believing in himself, can be this close. Thoughts will be reported to the police then in prison leaving Iris distraught.

"Bo*oh Iris, what are you doing!"

"Master forgive me. I don't mean anything, I'm just annoyed that Master has always been willing to treat me," Iris replied as she crouched her body in panic.

Damar complained of pain. "Why is it still here? Hurry up and call the other waiter, Iris. Are you deliberately going to let me bleed out?"

Iris nodded then ran outside calling people to quickly take Damar to the hospital.