Wife One Billion
Eight

Iris looked at her reflection in the mirror, out of sync with her increasingly beautiful face due to polished make-up. Sadness is made so clear.

The marriage vows have been announced by Damar, and Iris is now officially his wife.

The wedding was staged lavishly in a building on the spur of the moment, exactly two weeks after the incident in the village, where Iris was bought by Damar for a billion.

It's all over, isn't it? There was nothing he could do but accept it.

Deheman's voice made some of the people accompanying him bow respectfully to someone before exiting the room.

From the reflection of the glass Iris saw the figure of Damar with a white tuxedo and a brown bow tie. His chest firmly walked towards him, there was no look of guilt because it had made the 20-year-old girl suffer. He even smiled triumphantly.

His hand swept across Iris' bare shoulder. "How are you feeling, Iris?"

"Don't touch me!" delik Iris as he moved from his seat, his gaze so sharply pointed at Damar, even water pooled in his eyes.

Damar sighed, it turned out that his arrogant nature was still attached, making Damar instantly not in the mood. "Alright, I won't force it. But, remember that even if we get married you must still serve me as your master! Quickly change clothes and prepare warm water, I want to take a shower!"

"Why remain silent? Quickly do my orders, babu!"

Iris clenched her hands, her tears had already spilled. The marriage might be nothing in Damar's eyes, but for Iris. Everything is the determinant of his future. With him marrying that man, what was his future fate?

****

"DEFAULT!"

The sound of screaming was heard in all corners of the mansion, the servants were stirred up to him.

"Good afternoon, Madam."

Ratna walked quickly to her son's room. He was forced to turn around on his way to Thailand, because he heard that Damar was married to a man who he said was only a maid. Of course, Ratna was angry and did not accept. He took care of Damar from a small with abundant wealth, where he could marry a woman whose caste was clearly different.

Bruk!

Ratna looked at her son who was with the maid.

"The room! You want to embarrass mom, huh?" the snaps are not out of thought.

Damar just responded casually. He got out of his bed. "Mama could be more polite, couldn't she? Damar has privacy. Anyway, mama did come here. Evening anyway."

"Mama doesn't understand any more about your head, Damar. Why should it be the lowly woman you marry? What does he have to match our wealth?"

"Mama herself wants me to get married, I've already granted it, why am I still being scolded?"

"This is not what Mom meant."

"I know what Mom meant. Mama wanted me to marry the woman of my choice, then give birth to a child. After everything works out, mama will control me through that woman, so that I will comply with all your requests. Including custody of the twins?" Damar already knew, the direction of his mother's mind. In addition to wanting a profitable business matchmaking, from a long time ago he did not like Elea and Willi.

"Let me guess, all this time mama's been trying to get Elea and Willi off the line, right?"

Ratna wavered, but she continued to refute and did not accept the words of her son. "How could you say that, Damar! Mom loves the twins! It would be better, they were nurtured by good women, not from among the maids!"

Damar sighed. "Okay, forget about that. Just think it's not true, but still everything has become my choice. Now, mama please rest, because free mama want any anger. I won't change the decision. Iris is officially my wife."

"So her name is Iris?" Ratna smiled cynically. "Well, if you try to raise the war flag with your own mama. At any moment, you'll never approve of your crazy decision!"

After saying that, Ratna came out of Damar's room with a growing sense of anger gnawing at his head. What should he make excuses for his friends and relatives, if they knew that a Ratna had a daughter-in-law from among the servants?

***

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The door of his room was knocked by someone, making Iris who was laying on the bed was forced to wake up. Who else bothered him? Isn't that the duty of serving her husband is done.

"Mother Mirna?"

Mirna looked at Iris empathically, although now her status had become her master's official partner. Apparently, everything hasn't changed. He stayed in a narrow room. Supposedly, Iris got a much more decent room, but Mirna could do nothing, without an order from Mr. Damar.

"You go now to the twins' room, accompany them both."

"Eum, is Nenti sick?" ask Iris who already knew several servants, including Nenti the nanny of Elea and Willi.

"He's been moved elsewhere. Mr. Damar told you to replace him."

Iris glares. "Aish, is that right, ma'am? He wants to make me thinner, what? Just serving it is tiring let alone having to take care of the twins," lamented Iris while leaning her head on the side of the door.

Mirna could only pat Iris on the shoulder. "Excite, Iris! I know you are strong! You better get to the twins' room, I'm afraid Mr. Damar will come and scold you again."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be there soon."

Iris took a quick step towards the room of Elea and Willy who were on the third floor.

Her eyes were fixed on Elea who was sitting at the dressing table. His hands combed her fine hair. If in the village, Iris must have been scolded by aunt, because this night is the time to sleep.

Seeing the girl, made Iris imagine with her wedding. Where the girl keeps crying because it might not accept having a mother like her.

"Non, Elea?" reprimand Iris, according to Lord Damar's orders. Iris still has to call her twins, with the names of Mr and Miss.

"Why so long? I've been waiting for you since I knew!" he said with a tone of judes.

Iris just rubbed her chest patiently, already knowing how her nature was. "I'm sorry, Non."

"Here!" Her tiny hand waved asking Iris to come closer.

"Strim my hair and sing a song!" his orders.

Iris bit her lips suddenly nervously. This way, he is not good at singing.

Iris cleared her throat a few times, checking her voice.

Despite some distress, she obeyed Elea's orders. Combs her hair slowly and full of tenderness.

Iris began to sing a song, but only in the first stanza did the boy scream.

"STOP!"

"My voice is so ugly, huh?" Iris asked fearing that the boy would complain to his father.

"I'm sad because my friends often tell me about my mother. They are always accompanied by sleep and sung. Meanwhile, I can't because my days are only accompanied by servants. When my wish came true that it was to have a mother."

"Why is your voice so ugly!" elea's snapping made Iris flinch. "My ears feel like they're breaking!"

The girl took off the comb held by Iris, then got up from her seat and laid down on the bed, seemingly angry.

Jesus, is this Iris's fault entirely? His voice was destined to be like this.

"Non Elea don't be angry. Let's repeat, yuk!"

"No! I'm not interested, you get out of here! Tell Daddy I want a mom who has a beautiful voice, not a duck like you!" she said, covering her entire body with a blanket.

Now Iris knew from whom Elea's arrogant and disrespectful nature. His father's behavior is not much different. So annoying!

Iris was forced out of her room and turned to William's room, which was beside her.

Different from Elea's colorful room. Willi's room is dominated by dark colors. Than Elea, Willi's toys are fewer.

"Why hasn't the young master slept?" asked Iris looking at the boy who was reading a book at her study table. "Is your master reading a fairy tale?"

The boy shook his head. "I don't like fairy tales, because they're all imagination."

"Then, what did you read?"

"I'm learning to read Dad's business book."

Iris gulped her saliva, how could such a small child be curious about such a heavy topic? Wouldn't it be nice for him to grow up to his age?

"It's late at night, you better sleep, young master," said Iris picked up the book.

Willi stared at Iris flatly, there was no rejection whatsoever. The boy was very obedient, he pulled out his blanket before closing his eyes he said something.

"Just with Elea, she needs a mother more."

"Okay, young master."

"Don't call me Young Master, just call me Willi. The young master's call is only for the servant. You are now my mother."

"Alright Willi," Iris replied somewhat hesitantly.

"One more, before going to bed. Can I call you Mommy?"

Huh huh?

Iris's heart thumped, out of her tone implied a hope.

"Well, if you can't," he continued, not finding any response from Iris.

"Who can't say. Yes, yes!" reply Iris while smiling. For Damar's business, let the most important thing willi happy.

His hand was raised to stroke Willi's black hair. "Now, Willi's sleeping, yeah."

"Ready, Mommy."

Although a bit amused in his ears because he is young but already has a fairly large child. Iris felt a sense of novelty encircling her heart. It was as if Willi's attitude, was the cure for the pain his father and his twin incised.

At least, someone accepted his existence.