The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 7

Anyone wanted to know what kind of woman had captured his heart for the first time. He was curious too. However, after hearing the question, he fell silent for a long time. There was a slight change in his expression.

Alya stuttered, "Uh, you asked me to interview you. So my first question is that."

After a few minutes, Dama asked, "Why do you want to know?"

Alya shook her head, refusing to say anything.

He was the one who allowed her to interview him. But when he did, he was angry.

Dama frowned, and there was impatience in his blue eyes, "I don't like twitching. Answer me."

His voice was not loud but domineering. He who is accustomed to giving orders has an aura of majesty. Sometimes it is the temperament of majesty that fascinates him.

"You were drunk on our first night, and when you hugged me, you called out the name of a girl, Rania" said Alya, who still vividly remembered the name in her mind.

"You heard wrong. I don't call anyone's name" lies Dama.

"Huh, that's a false answer," Alya sighed in her dissatisfied heart. He was very curious as to who the owner of the name was.

"Maybe just an ex-girlfriend or something. I don't care" said Alya rolling her eyes. Actually, he didn't have to lie to her like this. He's not stupid!

Dama shot in and an ambiguous look at him.

Alya shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands. "Don't look at me like that. I really don't care. You must have been in love, and you would have loved one or two women before if I had to be jealous of every woman." 

A little annoyed, Dama snorted and said cynically, "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Well, I'm very good, right?" alya said putting on a fake smile.

Poking her thin and sensual lips together, she looked at him for a moment, and finally, changed into clothes and came out without saying anything.

Exhaling a long breath, Alya sat on the bed for a while before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

He knew Dama didn't love him, so he couldn't behave like a good wife. Even if he kissed Jasmine in front of him, he could not say anything.

Before taking a bath, Alya looked in the mirror and almost fainted from anger. Except for his face, his entire body was covered by a red scar. Others may assume he or she is being harassed if they do not know about the truth.

When he came down for breakfast, the sharp-eyed Hana saw the red marks, she smiled meaningfully. Alya was so embarrassed by Hana's reaction that she wished she could hide herself.

Hana sat next to him with an unpredictable expression.

 "Hows it? Was that young master so energetic last night?" ask Hana to know.

Alya sensed something was wrong and narrowed her eyes by saying, "Hana, what are you doing?"

"Wow, young mistress, you are a genius."

Alya was at a loss for words. He's right! Hana did something yesterday!

Hana pointed to the soup Alya was drinking. "This is an amazing recipe I found. It's good for men and women. The Young Master had drunk and finished two bottles last night. It's the best of the best. Madam, drink more, you'll have a baby boy in the future."

"No!"

"You're a bad influence, Hana! Bad influence!" Alya cursed in him.

"Infant?!  How could she have a baby with him? She never thought about spending the rest of her life with Dama, let alone having a baby with her!" Alya's Oath.

"Hana, I have to go. I'm going to be late for college" said Alya. He was too afraid to eat and quickly found a reason to leave.

Alya rushed to the bus stop, panting. Only when he got on the bus did he sigh in relief. His mind was muddled again as he thought about what Hana had said. No, he should immediately find a job and start making money. Negotiating with Dama would only be legitimate if he got the money in his hands.

Alya depends on her for her living expenses and her father's medical expenses. Therefore, he did not even have the right to say no in front of him. He must have sufficient capital in his hands to obtain the right to speak.

Before he went to college, he stopped by the hospital to see Doctor Azka and inquired about the hospital bills. He assured her that the payment was made early in the morning.

He thought that Dama was quite good at keeping his words. He said that he would finish it and indeed, he finished it perfectly.

Before leaving, Alya asks for a medical receipt from Doctor Aska.

 "You always ask for a receipt after each payment. What's this for?" ask Doctor Azka.

Alya just smiled and made some weak excuses. He then left after taking the receipt. 

The receipt was proof that he would pay back every rupiah he borrowed to Dama in the future, so he had to keep it. Before returning to college he went to visit his father.

When he looked at the vulnerable man lying motionless in the hospital bed, his throat was immediately blocked, and his eyes reddened. He quickly wiped away his tears, feeling a sudden sadness piling up inside him.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the second floor of a villa. William Atmaja pushed the door open with the document in his hand. There was a man sitting casually on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. Her bewitching eyes were mesmerizing and the feathers on her face were incredible, her lips curved. She looks more beautiful than any woman.

"Young Master, this is the information you need."

William placed the documents respectfully in front of the man.

Curving her brows, Lina Mardiana took the document with her slender finger and flipped it over

Inside is a photo of Dama and Alya. Viewed from the corner, all the photos were taken secretly and there were also some notes attached to the photo. After seeing them one by one, Lina was made curious.

 "Did he marry this woman a year ago?

William nodded, "Yes."

Lina did not speak. Instead, he took out a photo of Alya and stared at the woman in the photo intensely.

After a while, she slightly opened her thin lips and said, "She's quite pretty."

William continued, "He's still a student who doesn't look like a sneaky person."

"Dama is a good guy, involved with such a young girl." Lina leaned back on the sofa, bowed and continued her remark, "Media never reported the marriage of the young master of the Dama Family to the public. Did they get married secretly?"

"Yes, they were secretly married" William replied.

"Oh, this is getting interesting."

"Do you want me to bring him here?" ask William.