Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 18
Dhea headed for the traditional market, after heading home. His hair felt pulled, and the harder it turned his head.
"Please!"
"Basic women p-el-acu-uran! Can you not touch my husband?" said it.
"Whose mother, whose husband. I don't know what mbak means. Remasin mbak, sick! Ma'am must be the wrong person." shouted Dhea.
"Omong empty! Hey look at everything. This woman is a snatch of people's husbands. My husband left me who was bipolar, married him, silent. Look at her good face well, mark to never buy your wares in this market! Or your husband will be taken." cried the woman.
There has been a lot of mockery, jubilant and made someone come to hug the angry woman.
Forgive us for being negligent! Said a bodyguard forcing the man to take him away.
"I'm Zia Ramlan's legitimate wife. I'll reply after we meet the seductress, I'll break your face to pick up the azal. Just like the man who died married you first!" his yell.
Dhea was so shocked, she limply walked home with a rickshaw and did not care about people's gazes. Until one day, his assistant brought groceries and Dhea immediately grabbed the stairs. Looking at some of the items he could find, was it true that he had snatched the man's husband and what did that woman say, what does it mean to die like the husband who married me?!
Dhea secretly remembers Rizal's mas marrying her on the first day, and the accident before feeling the bride's night.
'I will talk about all these things to Ramlan.' Inner Dhea exclaimed, staring at some photos from her husband's desk weakly trembling.
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“I told you, I hate women who pretend to be innocent!” As Ramlan approached, Dhea's feet spontaneously retreated two steps. “Your whole body belongs to me, Dhea. Stop dodging and leave yourself to me tonight. I should have a child soon.”
Dhea swallows saliva. Dhea's common sense was eager to push Ramlan at this time, for the man to undo his intentions. But again Dhea realized that Ramlan was her husband now. He promised to give me a child. But he did that in a drunken state, somehow what he did. But considering Ramlan's fluid transplant alone made him in pain, though it failed.
In the end, Dhea broke both of her hands. Dhea's body suddenly felt crimped when Ramlan stroked her long hair from above her head.
“Excellent hair.” Ramlan's voice sounds heavy and hoarse.
Dhea did not respond, she seemed to be at a loss for words at this time. Ramlan's hand stopped at the tip of Dhea's hair, then moved slowly down his back.
In the blink of an eye the man managed to unzip Dhea's dress easily, as if Ramlan had done so already.
“Where should I first do?Punishing you? Or do my mission to get you pregnant soon?”
“Punish? Why should I be punished?”
Dhea's clothes were already lying on the floor. Cold AC gusts felt hit the smooth white skin. Ramlan's eagle-eyes glistened with lightning, staring at Dhea, as if the petite girl was his prey.
“Yes, you must be punished for making me, forcing me to marry you,” sis Ramlan, then pull Dhea's hand, take her and throw her body in bed.
“You know? Marriage is just nonsense! It is Ramlan, who will be destroyed later, because the mas himself who wants this marriage! I don't want it at all. Moreover, lying is already married."
Dhea shook her head and felt surprised when she heard the words that were thrown from Ramlan's mouth.
Now the man blames Dhea for their marriage. Dhea just wanted the best path for both of them. Like a boomerang, she sees a picture of her ex-husband at the desk, and it can be confirmed Ramlan married her for some reason, guilt from the snare of punishment, and bearing a child for her for inheritance.
“Those who were ruined in marriage, for not being able to run their household well. If they were honest, why would they marry me. I .. Aakh!”
Dhea shrieked in surprise as Ramlan roughly removed the remaining cloth on her body. In a blink of an eye the girl's body had already appeared innocent in front of the husband.
“You're too noisy!” ramlan growled, then locked both of Dhea's wrists over her head. She overcame the girl and buried her lips in the neck of her cage.
Dhea's body was trembling. He was nervous, scared. But it is hard to rebel. There was a foreign surge in his body, which Dhea had only felt this time when Ramlan was flirting with every inch of his body wildly.
'Is this what it feels like to be in contact, consciously? but why does it feel, I feel empty. If done with full love.' Inner Dhea.
But there is one thing that the man did not do. Kissed her.
Dhea woke up that morning as sunlight barged in through the window. Feels very dazzling. Dhea then stretched her hands up.
Duh, why does his body feel pain and aches? Bizarrely. Though before Dhea was never this bad when waking up. But now his bone feels crumpled like a heavy object.
When Dhea was about to wake up, she realized that there was a hand wrapped around her waist tightly. It looks burly with its hard and perfectly engraved muscles.
That instant also Dhea gasped. Dhea was about to beat the head of the man next to her using a pillow when she realized that she was her husband Ramlan.
Dhea breathed a sigh of relief. Then rubbed his face violently, when his memory was thrown at their hot activity last night.
At first Ramlan treated him so harshly. But after breaking through Dhea's self-defense, the man suddenly turned gentle. Dhea didn't know how many times the guy did it last night. Ramlan continued to repeat it over and over again, as if she had to get pregnant right then and there.
Slowly Dhea got off the bed after removing Ramlan's arm, from her body. Then get into the bathroom.
After cleansing her body and changing clothes thirty minutes later, Dhea suddenly felt confused. He stood in front of the mirror with a giddy.
“What should I do now?” gumam Dhea monologues.
Dhea recalls a story from her mother, who always prepared breakfast before her father left for work.
“It looks like I made him breakfast too.” Dhea muttered again and then came out of the walk in closet.
The gurgling sound of water in the bathroom indicates Ramlan is taking a bath now. I don't know when the man woke up. Dhea doesn't know.
Down to the kitchen, Dhea approached a waiter named Mery who was removing groceries from the refrigerator. The waiter was shocked when Dhea expressed her intention to make breakfast.
“Nona, please come back to your room. If Mr. Ramlan finds out Miss is here, she'll be .."
“He won't be angry,” sela Dhea confident.
“I just want to make breakfast for my own husband.”
Mery shook his head in worry. “Tapi—”
“Already, no need to worry. Now tell me what her favorite food is?” Again Dhea cut off the speech bi Mery.
Mery's face looks worried. Even so, finally say that Ramlan used to have breakfast with fruit salads and a mixture of grains, nuts, dried fruit and wheat.
Dhea was surprised to hear it. Ah, obviously Ramlan's breakfast and breakfast are very different. If Ramlan is used to a healthy breakfast like that, then Dhea is used to eating the results of the mother's simple but delicious cuisine.
Dhea also learned from Mery, how to make mixed food. At the same time the phone rang. Dhea took over the food as Mery rushed to the phone.
“Will he be full with food like this?” muttered Dhea while pouring food on the plate.
When turning around, Dhea was surprised and almost dropped the plate in her hand, as soon as she saw Ramlan was leaning on the door frame. The man's gaze looked sharp as if he wanted to bully Dhea's head.
“You are neat,” comments Dhea pleasantries.
“What are you doing in my kitchen?” hiss Ramlan doesn't like it.
Dhea put the plate on the table, then replied, “I'm trying to make breakfast for you, Sir. I asked bi Mery if ..”
“Who told you?”
“Ya ..?” Dhea looked at Ramlan with a questioning look.
Tbc.
