The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 19

Dama's eyes deepened as she looked at Alya. His mind was filled with the shadow of the fat man hugging Alya which made him lose his temper again. This uncontrollable anger made him even more annoyed.

Dama pulled out his phone and immediately dialed someone's number.

Someone was immediately answered, and a respectful voice sounded, "Master Dama, why did you call me today?"

"Rlnius!"

Dama moved her thin lips. There was a smile in his voice, but it sounded creepy.

 "Have you been living too comfortably lately?" ask Dama for pleasantries.

Spencer's heart is racing. He knew that something must have happened.

 "Mr Dama, what do you mean by that? I don't understand."

"That bastard Roni hasn't called you? Okay, I'll tell you first. From tomorrow onwards, I want him to disappear from the club. I gave you the chance to let you do it yourself . I need a satisfactory result!"

With that, Dama ended the call and dumped her phone. He raised his hand to pull his tie and looked his eagle in the eyes at Alya sitting in the passenger seat.

"Young lady, you're capable enough to drink to a hangover!" Dama grunting. He started the car, and left at high speed.

Alya who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly turned pale. Her delicate brows were wrinkled and she looked extremely uncomfortable.

Dama. Instead of slowing down, he was speeding faster. Finally, they got home. As soon as the door opened, Alya rushed out of the car and crouched in while vomiting.

Seeing it so painful, the cruel Dama was in a better mood.

She stood by the car for a while. Looking at the woman's slender back, he said coldly, "Have you vomited yet?"

Alya who was drunk, sat on the ground and looked at him with a confused look in her almond eyes. He blinked his big eyes innocently, like a pet who did not know what he was doing wrong. 

He looked at her with tears in his eyes, looking very pitiful. Dama cursed in a low voice, "Damn it!"

Dama then went and pulled it. Alya could not stand up steadily and fell into her arms, where Dama managed to hug her in time.

He fell into his arms and hugged her as if he had found his home and was unwilling to go out. Dama gave him a push, but he did not want to move.

Dama looked down at the girl's smooth and pink face, her long eyelashes shaking.

Perhaps he had noticed that someone was staring at him, he rubbed his head against his chest and groaned.

As soon as Hana came out of the kitchen, she saw Dama bringing Alya in from the main door. He nodded and immediately walked closer. As soon as he got closer, he smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

"Mrs, have you had a drink? Why are you drinking so much?" Hana surprised.

Dama snorted and said, "She's starting to be a bad girl."

Hana subconsciously spoke kind words to Alya. 

"Maybe it's because she found something that upset her that she needs to get drunk to get rid of her sadness."

"If he wants to drink, why doesn't he drink at home instead of drinking at the bar? Does he know how many bad guys out there are lurking?" said Dama in his heart. If he does not arrive on time, will he be able to return home safe and sound.

"I'll take him upstairs. Don't worry about us."

"Oh well," replied Hana.

When they were on top, Dama directly threw it into the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and sprayed cold water on Alya..

After a while, she was drenched, and her underwear was partially visible, which was quite an exciting sight.

One two three. Dama counting in the heart.

In less than half a minute, Alya who closed her eyes tightly, suddenly opened her eyes and tried to get out of the bathtub. He began to sink and was immediately pressed down by another large hand.

The man's cold voice rang out in his ear, "Don't come out until you're clean!"

Alya's eyes reddened as she shouted, "Please."

Dama frowned.

 "There's no point putting on a pathetic face now!"

Alya cried even harder, "I can't swim, please."

Dama.

The water in the bathtub was getting fuller, almost drowning his body, but it definitely did not drown him. Dama raised his eyebrows and thought, "Does this girl think a bathtub is a pool?"

"Help me. I can't swim, dad."

Dama.

He shouted something shocking that made Dama silent, his handsome face darkened. Not only did he think of the bathtub as a swimming pool, but he also saw her as his father. He didn't want to hear such a title from her, to be honest. Not only did it make him feel old, but he also felt a sense of guilt when he touched it.

She was soaking wet, revealing her sexy curves. His face was pale and his lips were trembling. He looked like a pitiful wild cat that had fallen into the water.

It's time he learned his lesson now. Dama who felt that the punishment against him was enough, went to turn off the faucet with mercy.

Dama lowered his head and nudged his legs while saying, "Wake up."

Alya held onto Dama's leg and did not move. He whispered something softly. His voice was so soft it was inaudible.

Dama lifted his leg and said, "Let go! Did you hear me?"

"Dad."

He might not be able to recognize anyone right now. He looked at her and called. Dama was made silent.

"I'm not your father. Wake up!"

"Dad .. father," said Alya very slowly.

Alya still hugged Dama's leg.

 "Dad, wakeup. It's been over a year. Every time I see you, you ignore me and you just lie still. I'm scared."

"Doctors say that there are miracles for good people like dad. I pray that miracles happen every day."

"I hope that one day when I open my eyes, the hospital will call me, tell me that you're awake."

"Dad, I missed you. I want to talk to you. Please wake up."

Dama sounded sad and desperate. Every word he spoke echoed in his ears.

Standing still like a statue, she let Alya hold her feet and cried loudly.

Dama germaphobia. Usually, he would chase away the crying one and let his tears and snot flow everywhere. But now, his body could not react at all. Perhaps she was crying too sadly, so the last kindness in her heart prevented her from moving.

If he chased her away, it would make her look inhumane and cold-blooded.