Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 16
Dhea's eyelids seemed to shake and then slowly opened. The bright brown eyes looked weak. The white ceiling became the first sight that Dhea saw at this time.
‘What is this? Am I really in heaven?’ inwardly Dhea, her eyes blinked softly and scanned the ceiling of the room closely.
‘Seems like yes. I'm dead and now I'm in heaven.’ Dhea is back. ‘Then where's Dad? I want to see Dad here. Can it? Many things I have to say.’
Dhea's eyeballs moved left and right, trying to find her father's whereabouts. His mother always said that Dhea's father had been in heaven since he was 15 years old.
Dhea really missed the warmth and affection of her father, the first love Dhea never lost from her heart. Perfect and loving man. But alas, God took his life so quickly, that the teenage Dhea lost her father figure in an instant.
Wait up!
Dhea gasped as her gaze turned to the right.
‘It seems like this is not heaven. But hell!’ inner Dhea screamed. Because there's no way that guy named Ramlan is in heaven, is there? Yeah, this must be hell.
O Lord... What sins did Dhea commit in the past? To the extent that in hell he had to see the creepy face of the man. Ramlan's eyes look like he's skinning Dhea's body.
“Stop looking at me! Your gaze makes me sick!”
Dhea was holding back laughter. “Wow! Even in hell he can speak very rude and painful,” murmured Dhea, “Why didn't God torture him? I'm glad that his tongue was cut into pieces. If need to be pierced with very hot coals.”
“What did you say?” hiss Ramlan with a jaw that looks tight. He took one step forward, then lowered his body, bringing his face closer to Dhea's face while clamping the girl's chin.
“You think you're already in hell?” Ramlan grunts. “Alright, soon you will indeed inhabit hell. But in the hell I created.”
Dhea's eyes instantly bought. The warm breath of the man that hit his face, made Dhea realize, that what was happening right now was really real.
With all his might Dhea pushed Ramlan far away. It was then that Dhea was surprised to see the intravenous needle attached to the back of her right hand.
As if he wanted to make sure of something, Dhea again circulated his gaze around. It turns out he was in the ward.
But Dhea knew this room wasn't in the hospital. As he recalled, the VVIP inpatient room in the hospital was not this luxurious.
Then the girl's hand felt her nose which turned out to be currently fitted with a hose. Dhea was relieved when she realized she was still alive.
“Where am I now?”
“At the gates of hell!”
Ramlan's water looks cloudy. Not knowing what the man was thinking, Dhea had a hard time guessing it. Could it be that Ramlan was angry with Dhea's words just a moment ago? I don't know. Dhea doesn't want to know and doesn't care.
Dhea smiled bitterly. “Why did you let me live? Wouldn't it be better for me to die?”
“Don't I tell you, I won't let you die fast!” ramlan's voice sounded cold.
“You remember? Your debt is not small, you have to pay it by giving birth to a son for me!”
Ah, those words again. I don't know how many times Dhea heard the word ‘boys’ from Ramlan's mouth. Which made Dhea realize, that her life path is really sad.
“Then, have you considered the terms of me?”
Instead of answering, Ramlan pressed a button on the wall near the bed. Then sit on the sofa with your mouth tightly clenched.
Shortly after, a man dressed in casual clothes who had bowed respectfully to Ramlan, then approached the patient's bed.
Dhea looked at him with a frown. The man looked much younger than Ramlan. His expression looked friendly as he smiled at Dhea and greeted her.
“You doctor?” dhea asked half in disbelief as she observed Chika's appearance, which was unlike any other doctor.
Chika smiled before sticking a stethoscope in Senna's heart. “You doubt me? Because of my relaxed appearance?”
Dhea grimaced, then nodded. “You look like a young boy who wants to go hang out.”
“You're too honest.” Chika chuckles. “I do work for Mr. Ramlan. You could say, I am his personal doctor who will stand by twenty-four hours,” explained Chika, which made Dhea nod understandingly.
Dhea had a glance towards Ramlan who was staring at them with a sharp gaze. Even in silence, Ramlan looked very arrogant and haughty, Dhea thought.
“Doctor, where am I now? I think, this is not a hospital,” asked Dhea half whispered.
Chika removed the stethoscope from her ear, then replied, “Indeed not. This room is a special care room in the mansion of Mr. Moza Ramlan.”
Dhea's breath felt heavy after hearing Chika's answer. Apparently he was still in the mansion that was already like this prison.
“How long is a—”
“Do you think this is a cafe or bar that can be used as a place to chat at will?”
The sharp-pitched question suddenly made Dhea and Chika look directly at Ramlan who had moved from the sofa. The man walked up to the bed with both hands hiding in his pants pocket.
“Please excuse me, Sir, I just—”
“If you're done checking the woman, get out of here!”
Chika finally nodded. After explaining Dhea's condition had improved a little, she left the room as soon as possible.
At the same time appeared the figure of Sam, with a flat expression. The man handed Ramlan a map, before finally leaving the room. Although occasionally Sam, looked at Dhea's face.
Now Ramlan looked at Dhea with a difficult look to interpret, then said, “Tomorrow we get married.”
Dhea. Ramlan's speech was indeed short and cold, but it had quite an incredible effect for Dhea. He knew he had given Ramlan that condition. But when he heard it directly from the man's mouth, still Dhea was shocked.
“Me-married?”
“Yes. But not because I want to marry a woman like you!” asserted Ramlan, “I only need your womb to conceive my son. That's it.”
Dhea was silent for a moment. There was a pain in his heart when he realized he had to pawn self-esteem for money. However, when imagining his sister can recover and they live the day together again. Dhea finally nodded in greeting Ramlan speech without saying a word.
“Good. I like obedient girls.”
Ramlan smiled obliquely. Again the smile looked humbling in Dhea's eyes. The man then threw the map that was given Sam, on the stomach of Dhea who was now sitting covered with a blanket.
“Then sign all the sheets in that map!” Ramlan's Word.
“That's some files for our wedding, and there are two pieces of marriage agreement letter. Sign it immediately, then I will immediately tell the hospital to immediately process the healing of your sister Mira. Bagas your brother is looking for you and asking for help at the university. Even I don't want your two sisters to step on this mansion, until you hand over a boy!"
‘Healing My Brother?’ inwardly Dhea, he was sick to hear Ramlan's words. He misses his two younger siblings but whatever the power, he looks at Sam. Dhea knew that Sam was being sincere all along. And pretend indifferently, in front of Mr. Ramlan.
'Sam, I have to thank you after I get back home! I know, you've been guarding my two younger sisters' inner Dhea.
Tbc.
