Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 1

First Night

Water rattles sounded from the next room. There was still someone bathing in it. While in this all-white room, there is a luxurious king size bed with sprai which is also white. There are sprinkles of red rose petals forming a heart. On top of that, the 19-year-old girl was agitated. He wanted to run away, but where to go. There was nowhere he could go.  Eyes that once sparkled, now sayu. Looks moody and scared. In fact, a few hours ago, he had just officially edited the man who now came out while restoring his wet hair. The heart beat of the girl is getting worse not because. Is this really real? Or a mere dream? In the air-conditioned room, the girl rubbed the sweat that poked on her forehead. The first night, that is the name of many people for a beautiful night that will be passed by a pair of people who have officially pledged a sacred promise. Will this beauty be created tonight? Honestly, Delia was very nervous.  Delia is just an ordinary country girl who is eventually married by a rich man named Dirga. Lucky, people said, she was a very lucky girl. According to many who witnessed the wedding, the fate of Delia like a dream of the durian ketiban collapsed. Dirga is quite handsome, moreover he is an established man. If judging from age, Delia actually deserves to be Dirga's sister number 2 or even number 3. Just imagine 13 years of age difference between the two.  The innocent girl gulped when Dirga had just finished combing her hair. My God, your sculpture is amazingly beautiful. Inner Delia which is then accompanied by the phrase istigfar many times. He turned his face as Dirga looked back. Moreover, when the man started to step his feet towards the bed, Delia was even more trembling.  "Astag." Delia reflex. "Why, De?" dirga asked worried because Delia—the girl who had officially become his wife was—looked surprised as soon as she saw he was right beside her. "No, it's okay. Cumans ... only …."  "What germs?" ask Dirga again, a little teasing. Staring at the girl beside him so closely. "Don't think about it, Delia's shy" said Delia innocently. Hearing that, Dirga was stupefied. Laughing loosely and unluckily the laughter charmed the girl by his side. Dirga saw clearly the face of Delia who was glued until not blinking.  "Sorry, sorry. You're funny." Dirga instead apologized for feeling Delia did not like him laughing. Dirga gently damaged the top of Delia's head. "Eh, it's okay, right? It's legal, right?"  Dirga waved his hand which he had just used to touch his wife's head. And again Delia only responded with an adorable look. "Can't you, don't you think so? Gems!" Dirga pinched Delia's chubby cheeks. The girl touched back the cheek that Dirga had just held while smiling awkwardly. "Bubbo, yuk!" bring Dirga. He's been slumping down, breaking down his body. "Eum ... in-here?" tanya Delia hesitated. "Yes, right here. Where else would you like to be? On couch?" Back to asking. The man was confused by Delia's attitude which he thought was strange and funny. "One bed?" "Yes, yes dong. We are halal. Halalan toyiban." Again he laughed. "Ish, food times, ah." Delia's Response. His voice gently swung. Sounds coy. That's enough, this girl is still too innocent. But, is he really plain? His age is still young. However, he should have known some sensitive things already. Inner Dirga. "Eh, yeah, what night is it, huh?" dirga asked suddenly as Delia was already lying beside him. "Night? Monday Night, right? Why?" With an innocent face, the girl asked back, pulling the blanket to cover almost her entire body. Dirga laughed again, really Delia made her night different. Rarely is Dirga this happy. I can laugh and joke. Is this what it's like to have a life partner? The thing he always fussed about with his mom.  *** "Your age is already the head of three Dirga." "Dirga's head is one, Mama!" his protest. "It takes thirty-two years. When are you getting married?" ask her mother to be upset. "Ah, just three two. Mama still wants to be my age, which means not very old." Again he answered the origin. "Dirga!" "Mama!" "Hissh, you're tuh. Mama wants grandchildren to know?" "No!" "Dirga!" "Yes, Mama. My beautiful mama. My good mama. How many grandchildren? Two, three or ten. Love, don't have to be married." Mama Dirga just massaged her forehead that felt pain. The behavior of the child just makes his wayang pening head. Even breakfast was not delicious. The middle-aged woman who gave birth to Dirga then stood up from her seat. "Where are you going?" dirga asked lightly after successfully making the Mama annoyed. "Room, ah. Dizziness mama nasihatin you." "yeah. That's a sewot." At that time they were just the two. Papa Dirga is out of town to review oil palm plantations. Dirga was asked to follow him this morning. But apparently, he was very reluctant.  "Males is so, anyway. I don't have a wife already arranged. This job, go here! Sister Papa, help Papa. Ah, boring." Dirga grumbled while stirring food with great annoyance, after the death of his mother who prefers to go to the room rather than serving Dirga.  It is never endless when talking about life partners. At the age of Dirga who should have built a household, the only child of the Bagaskara family was still like a child. Happy to wander, spoiled, and unruly. "Makanya, Aden married. If marriage is good, there is someone who takes care. Believe me, aunt, marriage is good. Sleep there is a nemenin. Eat something nemenin. Will not be lectured to the same madam." Suddenly, out of nowhere, the aunt of the maid in her house at length answered Dirga's grunts while giggling.   "Issh, auntie, here!" Dirga snorted, "Eh, but, is it really nice, huh, got a wife? Can ... ekhem ..." Dirga pretended to cough. "Yes, atuh. Can be really, really want ekhem once want ekhem twice, can, Den. Can pisan. Anyway mah, lah, have a wife, tea." The aunty continued to provoke. "That's the case, Aden doesn't understand. Shit!" "Sett, bye, say suck!" Dirga pouting. "Ehehe, the end of the marriage period, is strange. Young people are still young, this is not it?" The aunt snorted, underestimating. "Not that, Bi. My friend said, having a wife is complicated. Many rules. Not free." "Yes, find a wife who doesn't have much to care about, Aden. Don't be like that Neneg attached, Den. Madam will not setu—" "Name Angel, Bi. Not Neneng attach!" cut Dirga. "I-iya, that. The lady would not agree with him. Well, so, we as men must have the soul of the leader. Can not be weak, do not want to be arranged wife. A wife who must submit to her husband. Because ... if the wife does not submit to the husband, it is a sin, Den. When sins go to hell. He said hell is hot. If you can't believe ask me aja—" "Pa Haji, Bi?" "Hissh, ask who has been to hell or, Aden." "Auntie ever?" "Ish, yes, no. Never been aunt mah. Not wanting to go to hell, aunt wants to go to heaven, Den," replied the aunt ceplos. "Ck! That's us, that's us. What is it, what is a male aunt?" "Yes, not aunty, aunty. Awe." Her aunty slightly emphasized the word woman in Sundanese.  "As for Aunt. Dirga Dengerin Bi Asih said." Dirga—who never matured it—grew back the rest of the fried rice in front of him. "Lah, yes. If Aunty awewe, nih, Bibi submissive and obedient is not the same Mang Kasim?" With her mouth still chewing the food, Dirga deliberately turned back the question. Because he knew very well how the couple often sounded fussing about small things. "No! But, isn't that be—" "What's different? Similarly, Mang Kasim also restrained with Bi Asih, can not smoke, do not often coffee. What is that wife?" cela Dirga's. "The message is that Mamang often hangs out at the office deket shop. Where the coffee seller is really curvaceous again. Auntie mah lost. Far!" added Dirga while shaking his head. Her voice was slower than before, but it could still be heard by her maid who was standing to the left of Dirga. After saying the sentence that ignited the fire, Dirga passed by while chuckling. "Yeah, the Aden mah, spelled out, even ngaleos kitu wae. Dangukeun yeuh papatah tinu geus pangalaman, ambih nyaho! Uh, but that was naon? The Father snobs coffee cenah at the stall? Copina bahenol? Well, watch out for the Father's moal bere. (Yeah, the Aden, said that he went instead. It is a horror that has experience! Uh, but what did he say? The Father likes to coffee in the shop? Sexy seller? Whoa, look out for him, won't be loved)." A washcloth on the shoulder of a maid aunt named Jumiasih is now thrown on the dining table. He began to clean up the rest of the breakfast while grumbling, expressing annoyance at what his young man had just said. *** Dirga was actually trying to tease Delia when she asked what night it was. It was not Monday night the answer he wanted to hear from the girl, but the first night they should have spent together. Dirga was still laughing, while Delia stared in surprise at the man.  "Mas Dirga why, anyway. Isn't that what Delia said? It's monday night." "Yes, yes, you really are. Nothing wrong, it's Monday night. Already, sleep there!" Dirga. "Where to sleep, if Mas Dirga still laughing. Seneng himself, what do you want to try?" hisses Delia. Then, the girl changed the position of her body to turn her back to Dirga. Dirga still remembers the day he went to the village to catch up with his papa. That day, before leaving, Dirga returned to meet the mother who looked still upset. Rima, the 52-year-old woman just glanced at the arrival of Dirga. Rima deliberately pretended to sulk so that his only child felt guilty. In fact, at that time Dirga to persuade his mother to want to talk by luring her daughter-in-law.  Dirga said that he would later bring his son-in-law from the village. His intention was just to joke. But God granted it unexpectedly.  "Ah, my words that day were reality. Absolutely magical," he murmured. Dirga sleeps on her back while supporting her head with both hands on the pillow. Her net was staring at the ceiling of the room. Dirga's mind wandered far into the time before he married Delia.  Dirga glanced at the little squirming Delia. Looks like the girl heard her mutter earlier. Before long, Dirga had heard the subtle snoring of the girl who had the real name Delia Aurora. Her regular breathing signified that the girl had set off first to dreamland