The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 42

Dama frowned.

The girl leaned against Mama's arm and said in her soft and flirtatious voice, "Master, drink some wine."

As the woman said, she handed the wine glass to Dama. But Dama didn't accept it.

Dama glanced at him with her cold and indifferent eyes, "Go and sit there before I get angry, okay?"

Dama spoke in a low voice, but it sounded very frightening.

The girl was frightened and her face turned pale. He looked at Hamid, who sighed and nodded, so he bit his lips and sat still, distancing himself from Dama.

Men are mostly, not all equal in terms of women. They will not be able to control their passions and excitement when a woman throws herself into their arms.

But Dama is different. One look in his cold eyes was enough to make the other goosebumps.

Restlessly, Hamid pushed the woman away from his embrace and asked directly, "Say, who is upsetting you and angry?" 

It was not that Dama did not want to talk, but he knew that talking to Hamid was meaningless, so it was better for him to be quiet.

Hamid was frustrated with the attitude of Dama who was too cold today.

"Hey, I think you really should go see a psychologist to treat your bad temper" Hamid advised.

A psychologist? Only then did the quiet Dama say something, "Where's Jimmy?"

"He was at home, accompanying his wife. You know what Arsyila looks like. He definitely wouldn't allow Jimmy to come to this kind of entertainment venue to taint his soul." Hamid clicked his tongue. 

"The dignified "Play boy eventually becomes a wife-controlled husband. He's really miserable" Hamid added.

As soon as Hamid finished speaking, Dama immediately woke up.

"Don't rush. I'm leaving," said Dama.

Hamid stunned. 

"Where are you going?" Dama ignored him and went straight out the door.

On a dark night, Dama smokes quietly inside the balcony. He planned to vent the frustration in his heart through exercise, but it didn't work out even after a day of exercise.

After a while, Jimmy's voice sounded from the phone.

 "Squeaky. Why'd you call me?" greet Jimmy.

As her friend, they know that Dama is usually very busy with her work, so they usually don't call her if nothing matters.

Dama said flatly, "Where's your wife?"

Hearing this, Jimmy asked unhappily, "You called me because you want to talk to my wife?"

"Stop that shit, give him the phone." 

Jimmy muttered, "What's with that attitude? She's my wife now. Tell me, do you have feelings for her?"

Dama sneered and said, "Jimmy, if you don't give Arsyila a phone now, I'll ask Anthony to send flowers tomorrow."

Jimmy was so afraid this lunatic would do such a thing. Again Pula, his wife used to love Dama.

So when he heard that Dama was looking for Arsyila, he was jealous. But he was afraid that Dama would actually tease his wife, so he thought about it and reluctantly went to the kitchen.

"Then looking for you." 

A skinny woman standing in front of the pot turned around and raised her eyebrows when she heard his remark. A trace of surprise flashed across her beautiful face. 

"Brother Dama?" lirih Arsyila's.

"Sister?! Fuck you!" jimmy's words in his heart.  How could he call her brother?

Jimmy felt a lump in his throat. Arsyila took the phone from her hand and placed it next to her ear. 

"Hello."

"You're a psychologist. I have a question for you."

Dama doesn't like convoluted. He always gets to the point whenever there is a problem.

"meaning?" ask Arsyila.