The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 6

The next day, Alya opened her eyes and whined, "It hurts so much!"

Alya sat with her hands on her waist. There was no one beside him in the bed, but he heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, indicating that Dama was there.

The scene last night was still clear in his mind. It was a really crazy night. He picked up the phone and used it as a mirror to see himself. Looking at the red trail around her neck, Alya grimaced. This is all the work of that bad guy!

Sighing, he wondered if he should consider himself lucky or vice versa. At the very least, the man she married had incredible stamina and could last a long time. They can make love a few times a night.

"What am I thinking?"

Patting her flushed face, Alya lay on the bed and played with her phone. After skipping overnight from exploring the group chat, it was bombarded by countless messages among its classmates.

There are many strange questions about the privacy of the Dama.

Question number 1, "Does Dama prefer shorts or a penjang?"

Question number 2. "Dama is very handsome teasing. Who can get a photo of Dama without a t-shirt? I'm willing to pay a fortune for it."

Alya read the message with pleasure. She didn't think so there was anything wrong at all with other people who were pervert about her husband.

Alya hurriedly joined the chat by stating, "Hello, ladies. Prepare your money. I've got exclusive news for you."

Group chats come to life. Senseless young girls competed and bid crazily, just like the ones at the auction site.

"Alya, how do you know so much about these things that even Ira, the information, doesn't know?" a person asks inwardly, perplexed when he finds that something is wrong.

Alya had already prepared for such a question, so he answered it casually with a rhetorical question, "What is my major?"

Some replied, "Our University of Media and Communication is quite famous."

Alya flicked her finger and said, "That's right. I'm studying media, majoring in journalism. The Dama gossip was a great stepping stone for me for professional journalism. I'm the only one who can get exclusive news that no one else can. Am I amazing?"

Alya was so full of herself that she did not notice Dama coming out of the bathroom at all.

Dama came out of the bathroom and saw Alya lying on the bed, revealing both her slender legs. As he lay on the bed, his curved figure was clearly visible. His curves were undulating where his waist and hip lines stood out. Although she was young, she already had a soul-stirring femininity.

Dama's eyes darkened as she walked closer.

"Is your job just playing on the phone."

"Oh my God!"

Alya was so shocked that she immediately jumped out of bed and turned around in panic. It was then that he saw Dama standing behind him.

Dama frowned. "Didn't you hear me?

"Uh huh?"

Alya gulped, her heart almost jumping out of her mouth, "What ... did you see her?"

Dama said bluntly, "I just saw this name."

After sighing in relief, Alya calmed down.

Dama raised her eyebrows, "Is being the reporter of your dreams?"

Alya nodded. "Yes!"

"You?"

"What's wrong? Do you think I can't be a reporter? I want to be a strong woman in the future!" Alya grunting.

"He?! A strong woman? With that tiny skeleton of his body? He's only as tall as his chest. The skinny figure and the puffy face like a child were not at all convincing. He could even lift it with one hand. Does she really want to be a strong woman with such a physique?" inner Dama.

"Do you want to be a reporter? Fine, I'll give you a chance to interview me."

Dama was suddenly interested, "Come, ask. No one has such honor and opportunity. You're the first."

All the big media in B city had invited him to do an interview, but he turned it all down. If he were to send out the invitation, he would probably accept it.

Alya's eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment.

"Is he kidding?" Alya thought in her mind.

How can he interview her now? he was just wearing pajamas.

Dama stood up like a statue and looked at him with arched eyebrows as if he was waiting for his question.

After calming down, then looked at him with a pair of eyes that he deliberately opened wide. 

"You asked me to interview you, so don't regret it."

"I never regret doing anything" Dama replied casually.

"Who was your first love?" ask Alya.