The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 2

Alya sneezes, repeatedly rubbing her nose and wondering who is talking about her causing her to feel like she is sick.

"Alya, are you in the flu, or are you not sleeping well?" ask his friend

Of course, he did not sleep well because Dama punished him overnight which made him in pain so he could not sleep.

"Hey, hey, check out this news about Jasmine Laura. She's a very lucky girl. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also dating a rich man" exclaimed one of Alya's friends.

"Who is this guy? Why haven't I heard of him before? Is he a celebrity?" Another girl chimed in, call it Sofi.

"Don't think silly! How can a male celebrity compare to a man like Ken Ragen Damaputra?"

"Eh, what's the background?" ask Sofi .

"He's an important man in this country, the only heir to the Damaputra Family. He came from a distinguished family and was born of blue blood. His family is very influential in our government. You can always see members of the Damaputra Family at 07:30 p.m

the program is in a state-controlled channel" Rara explained.

Everyone was stunned after listening to the details, not expecting Jasmine to have such a strong backing behind her.

Alya was also stunned. He had no idea how powerful and powerful the real Dama family was.

He knew that the Damaputra Family was rich and powerful, but he never expected their influence to be so overwhelming in this country.

Alya was sleepy while listening to the endless gossip about the Damaputra family. He chose to sleep.

As soon as he woke up, everyone packed up and prepared to leave. Alya's eyes swirled, and she immediately rose to pursue her best friend.

"Ira, honey." Shouted Alya who lived his best friend.

Ira, looking over and waiting for her friend who has the nature of sleeping everywhere.

"Are you going home?" alya asked, holding onto Ira's shoulder.

Ira threw a sideways glance, "Alya, enough with your sly smile. What do you want?"

"I want to give you information. Do you want it?" ask Alya.

Ira snorted, "What is that? About what, I mean?"

"About rich men's information, as you're looking for. KEN RAGEN DAMAPUTRA" AlyA said.

"Don't tell me if you're selling information from living in that class," Ira said.

Alya shakes.

"Are you sure you want to sell me the news?" ask Ira.

Alya nodded, he did install any services on him as long as it could be money and halal. His life was poor, yet he went to college and survived teaching him to live hard from small. He did not care about the status of the duitan eye.

"Do you want news about Ken Ragen Damaputra?" alya asked once more to confirm it.

Ira's eyes immediately widened and said, "Yes, how much did you sell it?"

Alya could guess, as long as it was in line with her interests, she would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to buy news.

Alya smiled and said, "A hundred thousand for a piece of information. Let's see how much information you want."

"Damn it, it's very expensive. Why don't you just rob me?" said Ira. "You're my best friend, it should be free" he added.

"Didn't you want it? If you don't want it, I'll go and find someone else" Alya threatened.

"Yes, yeah, yeah! Come back here!"

Alya pulls Ira to sit on a park bench in her campus area. They immediately exchanged information with cash.

"Blood type?"

"Type AB." Alya answered.

"What does she like to eat?"

"More towards snacks."

"What kind of magazine does he usually like to read?"

"Business and military things and so on" said Alya.

"What hobby?"

"He has many hobbies. Next question."

"What about his size?" Ira asked again.

"This can be considered as a personal question, so I asked for five hundred thousand" said Alya.

"No way" Ira said.

"This kind of question is hard to come by, will you?"

"Alya, we made a deal! You can't raise the price as you please!" erang Ira's. This would be blackmail, if it were not about the son of the Damaputra heiress he wanted to spend his savings.

Alya put on her sneaky expression and said, "Ira, if I sell this kind of news to gossip magazines, the price they offer will be much higher than you. That price has become

friendly price."

Ira hesitated before saying, "Okay! Four hundred grand then! I'll pay!"

"You are beautiful and deserve to be rich later" Alya praised as she took the money.

Now the naked body of Dama suddenly crossed Alya's mind. His strong and toned muscles, his bulging abdominal muscles, and his perfect male body were full of manhood. His face was somehow starting to heat up. Immediately, he swallowed his saliva to moisten his suddenly dry throat.

"He had a tall body, a torn bread-like chest, very stocky arms. It's fitting to be hugged" said Alya, who remembers what they did last night.

"The size of the body …." Alya hung up.

Ira gulped, licked her lips, and began to let her imagination run wild upon hearing Alya's explanation.

Alya was counting the money in her hands. He glanced at Ira and frowned looking at her expression.

"What a perverted woman!" alya muttered in his heart.

"If there were no more I would leave now" said Alya rising from his seat.

Alya was grateful that at least he got an extra one million, he would use the money to save.

As Alya spoke, Ira, who was awakened from delusion, immediately got up and left.

"Wait!" shout Ira.

Alya turned around and spoke while slightly shouting, "Everything else you want to know?"

"There are rumors that Mr. Dama is secretly married. Do you have any information about that?"

Alya glanced at Ira, "You want to know if it's true or not?"

Ira nodded.

"You know?" alya confirmed the song.

"good. I'll add ten five hundred thousand" Ira said.

Alya smiled and said, "Ira Maya, don't be so naive. This kind of question is worth a million."

"It's a scam!" Ira said with restraining her emotions.

"Oh no, you're wrong. How can you say that I tricked you? It's a matter of mutual agreement. You give me money, and I'll give you information. It's nothing more than a transaction, it's business as usual. You get what you want from me, and I can get what I want" Alya said.

Ira speechless.

"Alya, return!"

"If I go back, I'll be reviled by him. I better go!" inwardly Alya, he quickened his footsteps and pretended not to hear Ira's cry.

"Hey, tell me, how do you know about all this stuff?" Ira shouted curiously.

"Stop right there! You can't leave unless you explain! If not, give me my money back!" yell Ira again.

Ira stepped up to chase after Alya.

"Damn it!" Alya glanced at Ira who kept chasing behind her.

When Alya is confused about pursuing Ira, she sees Melody. He approached her to ask her for help.

"Help me" whispered Alya.

Melody raised her eyebrows and looked at Ira, while Ira gulped deeply and left Alya and Melody.

"Follow me." Melody spoke while giving a cold look.

"okay."

Melody takes Alya out of the campus area, she takes her to a chicken noodle shop on the sidewalk.

"Lunch this afternoon, I'll buy it. You can order whatever you want" said Alya proudly, putting the money earned from Ira on the table.

Melody took out a pair of chopsticks and said with a faint smile, "Are you rich now?"

"Haha, I just got it."

"How much do you make?"

Alya pursed her lips. "Ira's too stingy. I can't make a lot of money from him."

"Alya Ramadhani!" Melody kicked down the table and suddenly raised her voice.

Alya jumped in surprise, so she rubbed her chest.

"Ehm, what's wrong?"

"Stop acting!" Melodi looked at Alya with her ferocious gaze.  "When are you going to stop doing business like this?"

"It's a profitable business for me" explained Alya.

"Business?" Melody looked very disappointed at Alya. "You always bring groceries to take home for a hundred thousand, and you buy them drinks and only get five thousand per bottle. You even bought pads for them from the supermarket. Not only that you also want to be told to buy them k*nd*m for them," upset Melody.

Alya covered Melody's mouth and said, "Slow down your voice. The others look at me. It's so embarrassing."

Melody was made speechless.

"Well, I do know this is wrong. Our holiday is near. I will stop doing this mediocre trading business. I can earn a lot of money with a part-time job that I will take at the cafe" said Alya.

He did all this because his father was in the hospital, and he needed living expenses and tuition fees. Everyone needs money. He could not survive in this world if he had no money. Although the money earned was not much, he was sure that one day he would be able to collect it. One day he intends to take over his father's medical expenses, and pay back his debt to the Damaputra Family so that their marriage contract ends.

Melody sighed and took off Alya's hand that was on her arm. He looked at her intensely.

"Then, explain to me, why do you know so much about Ken Ragen Damaputra's personal information?

Alya's eyes widened. "Melody, did you eavesdrop on my conversation with Ira?"

"How can you blame me?"

Melody from earlier since Ira and Alya sat she was already there, unfortunately they did not notice her who had just sat down while reading a book. Then he cannot be said to be eavesdropping.

Melody's face twisted with disdain. eavesdropping? I'm basking in the sun and you go there

made a fraudulent deal behind my back.

Alya pursed her lips.

"Tell the truth. How do you know something that even the gossip in the magazine doesn't exist?"

Melody lifted Alya's face to look at her, "Don't tell me you're interested in that rich and powerful young master, just like Ira, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

"Is it because you like Dama too? That's why you track down gossip like this! You even know what food she likes!"

Alya choked on her drink.

"Are you liking him?" search Melody.

"No, I don't like it, not at all!" ayla said quickly. "Where I might fall in love with her, I'm self-conscious. Who am I and who am I in love with?" added again.

"I know you're hiding something from me" Melody said.

Alya fell silent.

On the main street, Anthony glanced at the man who was looking at the documents in the back seat of the rearview mirror. After thinking for a moment, he ventured into opening the conversation.

"Young Master," he said slowly and Dama

raised his head to look at himself.

"The woman looks like a mistress" said Anthony pointing the index finger of his hand across the street.

His hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the black signature pen instantly stopped. Dama looked up at the direction Anthony pointed at. The two neutrals followed a tall and slender girl who was busy chatting and eating.

Dama averted his eyes, closed the document, and said, "Do you know who took the photos that were posted on the news last night? Why would a TV station dare to broadcast it?"

Anthony nodded and said, "I found it."

"Keep that paparazzi. I don't want to see him in this country anymore. As for private TV, contact the leaders and ask them to remove it. They asked me for permission first until I gave permission to broadcast or not" Dama explained.

Anthony sat up straight and watched the man who had put on the cold face.

"Master, actually the reason TV stations dared to broadcast the news last night was because someone intervened in this case."

Dama raised her eyebrows, "Who?"

Anthony mentioned a name according to the information obtained, "Lina Mardiana."

Dama's face suddenly turned cold, and there was an ice-cold glint in his eyes.

"Him?"

Knowing his young master was furious now, Anthony broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to speak anymore.

The traffic lights turned green. Anthony slowly drove back to his car.

"Mr Dama, do you want to call the Madam and pick her up?" ask Anthony to break the silence of the tension suit just now.

Dama raised his eyes and glanced cynically at Anthony, "Is your mouth unable to remain still?! You talk too much like a woman."

In his heart, Anthony cursed himself now he could only nod obediently.

"Then don't talk too much!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Contact him and ask him to come out" Dama said moments later.

"Huh?" anthony was confused.

"Are you not only talking too much, but you're deaf too?" hardik Dama's.