Not a Savings Wife

Chapter 41

"Dhea.. Dhea!"

Dhea blinked her eyes, shocked to hear the screams of a man who was none other than her husband.

Dhea curled her brunette carelessly. His feet began to descend downwards, stepping on the cold floor on both feet. It turned out that this morning Dhea was still wearing her work uniform. It seems like yesterday she fell asleep still wearing a uniform after tired of crying.

Dhea was standing in the middle of the door of her room that was not closed last night. His eyes stared lazily at Ramlan, who was sitting at the dining table located in front of their room, with his legs raised to the top of the chair.

"Just wake you up! Really useless wife." Once again Dhea got the snub for her morning breakfast.

This time Dhea tried to notice her hearing. Passed Ramlan just like that, headed for the kitchen. His hands began to open the refrigerator, only a piece of tempe seemed to fill Dhea's refrigerator. No more food to eat this morning.

He closed the refrigerator again, and Dhea walked back to her room.

"I'm hungry!" ramlan shouted, stopping Dhea who was about to enter their room.

Dhea just glanced, responding to Ramlan's chatter, then continued her steps again. Dhea's eyes, started looking around for the bag she used for work yesterday.

"Where are you?" muttered Ramlan who did not find the presence of food.

"Dhea! Your husband is hungry! What are you doing in there."

Dhea rolled her eyes lazily hearing the screams of Ramlan, her husband.

Dhea began to lower her head, trying to look under the bed, not caring for Ramlan who kept shouting indistinctly. He just wanted to find his bag this time. And sure enough, Dhea saw her bag lying in the middle under her bed.

Dhea's hand began to stretch hard, she tried to take her bag. But the effort made over the course of a few minutes seemed to be fruitless.

Dhea stood up again and stepped out of the room, then headed to the kitchen to pick up a floor broom that would be used as a tool to help take her bag.

"Heh, you really are!" namel Ramlan again when he found Dhea walking past him just like that.

"What the hell is Mas?" sahut Dhea from home, so that her husband does not nag anymore. This time Dhea stopped her footsteps, just to respond to her husband.

"Well, you're carrying a broom? Don't hear you, if I ask for food! I'm hungry, Dhea. You forget, I was taken off the ceo by my daddy Moza to this house, just because I had to be on standby until you gave birth."

Ramlan was angry because he was hungry. The worms in his stomach had revolted want to be filled immediately.

"I'm gonna go get my bag."

Back in Dhea, she left her husband again, not caring about the expression of anger that Ramlan showed her. After all, he first ripped off the honeymoon ticket, which angered Mr. Moza, angry that Ramlan was unfair to him who was pregnant.

Dhea began to put the broomstick under the bed, sliding her bag little by little with the broomstick she carried. Then his hand immediately swept the bag that was in front of his bed column.

"Finally ...," said Dhea happily. His hand began to open the bag and take the small pink wallet.

The opening of the wallet with sparkling eyes hopes there is still a lot of money left to connect life. It's only the 15th and the payday date is still a long time, at least he has to skimp for the next 15 days. Because his life was really crazy, when Ramlan was removed from office without a penny of money.

His hope was instantly wiped out when he saw the contents of his wallet. There are only 3 pieces of green money, 3 pieces of purple money and 10 pieces of light green money.

"Mas ...," call Dhea Iirih. If she could choose she didn't want to do this, but instead her husband asked for food.

So inevitably Dhea had to ask for money to buy groceries. There was nothing she could cook this time, only a piece of tempeh was available in the refrigerator and her husband would not eat such food.

"What!" sahut Ramlan is upset. His hands look busy composing the latest output hp.

"I asked for money, Mas ...."

Dhea, not daring to look at Ramlan's face, she only briefly glanced at the latest mobile phone that her husband was playing.

"What's? The money!"

Ramlan put down the phone he was holding. His eyes stared intently at Dhea who lowered her head.

"I-iya Mas."

"You think the money fell from the sky! Request, request. Not that you were looking for your bag when I asked for food! Why your bag? There is no contents! Where's your payday money? Use it to have fun with your work!"

Instead of giving what he asked, Ramlan was even angry indistinctly.

Dhea closed her eyes holding back all the anger she wanted to vent. His hands seemed to hold tightly until they showed his veins. She doesn't want to get any more harsh treatment from her husband like last night.

"Mas, this is just enough to buy tempeh!" dhea protest, following her husband who had laid his body and took off the clothes he was wearing earlier.

"Have bought tempeh!" ramlan covered his face with a pillow.

"Mas, don't like tempeh! Later Mas would nag if I was just masakin Mas tempe sambal doang."

"Akh ...!" ramlan shouted at the pillow that was used to cover his head earlier, being annoyed by Dhea's nagging.

His body began to look up from the bed and began to approach Dhea. "You know, I had to be in a state of change, until the child was born and I was forgotten by Daddy. So you know why I just need that kid without this real wedding. You know, I love my wife Zia." Ramlan threatened.

Dhea gulped down her rough saliva, a bad shadow about Ramlan's rough treatment last night instantly milling around in her head.

Dhea rewinded her steps little by little, avoiding the reach of Ramlan's hand, which began to extend out to grab Dhea's body. Why didn't Ramlan protest to Mr. Moza, why was Dhea always blamed.

Dhea's steps came to a halt as her feet hit the edge of the bedroom door. His eyes were already closed in fear as he felt Ramlan's hand begin to tightly grip his shoulder.

"Let go! don't be rude, if anything happens to this kid. Then I'm not the only one to blame, but you can't go back to your position right?"

"So what do you mean?"

"Prehend! if you want Zia by your side, bring your wife home and this simple economy. Let's just say I'm not around, after all six months for Dady Moza to see you, whether you can make it through. Or I'll live in a rented house near Sam. In order for mas to know, I was just according as a contract wife. If Zia loves a mas, why would she refuse to stay in this simple state?" dhea asked, making Ramlan speechless.

Tbc.