The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 37

They exchanged glances from the rearview mirror, and Alya gestured with his eyes as if he said, "What's wrong with him?"

Anthony answered his question by gesturing with his eyes as well, "I don't know. He's probably crazy again."

Alya nodded, seemingly realizing, and said, "Oh."

Dama who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, glaring at the two with his sharp eyes. "Are you swearing at me?"

 Alya and Anthony waved their hands and shook their heads in unison. "No! We don't dare?"

Dama sneered and closed his eyes again, but he became increasingly agitated.

The rest of the journey was very quiet. When they returned home, Anthony got out of the car and opened the door. Dama got out of the car and stepped straight in, while Alya said goodbye to Anthony politely thanking him, "Anthony, thank you for driving us home."

Anthony said, "Together, Madam. This includes my work."

After a pause, Anthony added in a low voice, "Mr Dama drank a few glasses of wine during his business discussion tonight, so he might get a little drunk on his way home." 

"Dama talked about business tonight. After drinking a little wine, he might get a little drunk in the car. Please take care of him. Men will get a little messed up after they drink one glass too much" whispered Anthony.

 "Okay, I know. Thank you," Alya hurriedly nodded.

"Then good night, excuse me, ma'am," said Anthony.

"Ok, good night. Be careful on the road."

As they said goodbye, an impatient and cold voice of Dama sounded in the air. 

"Here!"

"Why do you have so many things to talk about that you can't even finish the conversation when you get home?" Dama shouted in his heart.

Alya rolled her eyes. 

"Does your boss like to curse and yell at others after drinking?" lirih Alya's.

Smiling awkwardly, Anthony did not dare to say anything more and immediately left.

As Alya walked towards the door, he was confronted by Dama who stood there like a statue with his tall and sturdy figure. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Dama looked at him with eyes fixed on Alya as if he was thinking of something.

His gaze made Alya shiver.

Fortunately, he looked away after a while. He lifted his leg, and said a word in a quiet manner, "My Sandals."

Alya did not understand what he meant.

 "What?" ask Alya.

Dama lifted her leg and said, "Replace my sandals!"

"Damn it!" alya in his heart.

Did he really block her at the door just because she wanted to change her sandals?

Is he a giant baby? Does he need help changing shoes? Gritting her teeth, Alya wanted to reject her domineering orders for some unknown reason. 

"Don't you know how to replace it yourself?"

The dama narrowed his eyes slightly.

 "You don't want to do it?" ask Dama.

"Yes, I don't want to do it for you!"

Putting his hand down, Dama stood up straight and looked at Alya who was only as tall as his chest. His deep eyes narrowed with a pinch of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was always so well-behaved and would never refuse his instructions.

Every time he slept with her, he could feel her body's stiffness including her unwillingness. However, as long as he frowned and showed his displeasure, he immediately switched to fashion. She would hook his neck and offer him a kiss as if he were afraid he was unhappy.

People with this kind of character are calm, easy to handle, and even easy to control.

After spending last year with Alya, she was really as expected. He obeyed her and felt comfortable with her. He is not angry and very easy to control. But now?

Dama realized he was wrong. Alya who was courteous and easy to control had left. Now, she became a woman who was out of her control.