Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 10

Good Morning' Speech'

"Morning, Honey. Where's your husband?" rima asked as soon as she saw her daughter-in-law go down the stairs and approach the dining table alone. "Don't tell me she's gone to the office, 'cause mom won't believe it." Rima chuckles. "Mrs ...." Delia laughed. "Because, Mas Dirga is still slitting." Delia swung her legs towards the kitchen. Seeing the activities of Bi Asih who was preparing breakfast. Delia picked up a tray on which was already filled with food. However, his action was stalled by the senior's ART ban. "Don't, Non! Let Ina be the same Meli who brought it to the dining table. Not just sit down," said bi Asih. "What, anyway, Bi. It's just bawain. Delia doesn't cook either." Delia pouted. Disappointed because his initiative to just help did not even get approval. In fact, he is very saturated because there are no activities other than eating and staying in the room. Delia returned to her feet. Pulling dining chair, lethargic. His spirit disappeared instantly. "Why, Honey?" Mama Rima was worried to see Delia who was excited now actually bent her face. "Delia bosen, Ma." "What boss?" ask Rima wonder. "Yes, no activity, Ma. Usually in the village, Delia likes to cook, making father supplies to the plantation. After school, Delia taught the kids to read and write." Delia's outpouring of heart was heard carefully by Rima. Sultan Bagaskara just came out of his room. "Delia is a diligent child, Ma. No wonder he is so sad. Here, Delia banned this it. Because everything is available" said Sultan. "Delia won't, go to college again." The Sultan's offer made Rima narrow her eyes. "Lecture?" "Yes, Delia graduated High School, right?" Delia nodded. "Then, how about you continue your education to college?" ask Sultan. Delia turned to Rima, her mother-in-law who seemed to want to say something. Maybe she objected to the proposal her husband gave her. "May ...." "Well, if Delia goes to college, when do we get grandchildren" Rima said. Delia surprised. His eyes are breaking. "Grandson?" Delia's lips gaped in disbelief, as quickly as her in-laws discussed descent. "Ma, inget, it's only been two days" said the Sultan. "Biarin, anyway mama wants a grandchild. Delia can't use a***************** anything." "Yes, but can't Delia go to college?" sultan asked, asking his wife for approval. After all, every decision he always took after discussing with the woman who had accompanied him for decades. "Yes ... How is Delia, you want?" rima asked later, giving Delia a chance to make a decision. Because after all, Delia who will undergo. If he wanted to, Rima agreed. "Eum ...." Delia was very confused. On the other hand, he wants to continue his education. However, he was self-conscious, who offered him this golden opportunity. They are her husband's family. "Later Delia asked Mas Dirga first, Ma, Pa. Delia must get permission from Delia's husband." Hearing Delia's reply made Rima feel even greater sympathy. He looked at the Sultan. Meaningful eyes. There was pride implied in the eyes of the two. For Rima, the decision of her husband to appoint Delia as a daughter-in-law is not wrong. "Yes, already. Later, talk this over to your lazy husband." Rima rubbed the back of Delia's hand. "Now, we'll have breakfast." Delia smiled broadly. "What's necessary, Delia call Mas Dirga, Ma?" "Don't, leave him at home today. Mama doesn't like her rushing into the office after marriage. You guys don't have time together, do you?" Delia smiled clumsyly. "Let's bring Dirga's breakfast to the room, okay?" "Yes, Ma." *** After breakfast, Delia does not return to her room. He went to the front garden, as usual morning routine there is watering flowers. Delia wanted to do something. He who always moves actively became lazy since living in the house of Bagaskara. "Oh, Delia, what's the matter, honey?" Rima hurriedly approached her daughter-in-law. "Ina, is this why Delia's working?" his jolt to Ina who was originally cutting branches and dried leaves on a paper flower. "Non Delia maksa, Nyah," Ina replied. "But Ina has forbidden, loh. It's not a lie, Nyah." Logat java viscous— owned Ina, sounds unique in the ears of Delia. In the past, when he was a child, his dream was to go for a walk around the island of Java. Jakarta and Special Region of Yogyakarta became a city that made him curious. Now, Jakarta has been he pijaki, one day, Delia hopes to see the temples there, not only in the picture. "Say Ma Ina, Ma. It's okay, yeah, Delia's been chopping plants, wailing here. Delia is normal, though. Time in Kalimantan, the same front behind Delia's house there are many plants. There are flowers, chili, tomatoes, vegetables that Delia usually sells to the market. So Mama just calm down, Delia will not be damaged Mama's plants," said Delia at length. She is enthusiastic about talking while continuing to do what she likes. Rima shook his head. This kid is good, he thought. "All right, but you're careful. Don't get your hands hurt, okay!" Delia nodded. His essence turned to the Sultan who came out while carrying a bag. He wants to go to the office. "What's up, here. Very exciting scenery of ghosts with in-laws," he joked. "Eh, Papa. Here, Pah, the bag is mama bawain." Sultan Bagaskara moved his palm. "Udah, just take a car, really. Papa can be alone," he said, smiling. "This, you know, Pah, Delia. He wants to do this, this is Ina's job with Meli. Mama told me, but she said bosen if diem aja." Rima explained what happened. "Take a sunburn, Pah, let it be healthy." Seloroh Delia's. "Again, the work is not heavy, really. Fun though. Itung-itung, Delia nurunin the breakfast that just came in. Sport, Pah," he added, showing a smile as sweet as gulali. "Delia is a very active child. Isman has told me a lot about you. I'm so damned for him." 'For a moment, the Sultan fell silent. His eyes stared blankly as if imagining the existence of Isman— father Delia— with all the outpouring about his daughter. Delia was also swept away. The corner of his eyes was soothing the water of sadness. "Dad," she said. "Let's see how lucky Delia is to be treated like her own daughter in this house." Samar, Delia's smile is imprinted. The taste of haru he can't resist. Delia wiped the tip of her eyes. "Here, don't be sad." The Sultan patted Delia's shoulder fondly. "Don't stay here long, your skin will be sunburned. Quickly meet Dirga, do not let your husband run to the office again," added Sultan, chuckling with Rima. I don't know what it means, only they and God know. "Dry like last night, yeah." Ina hurriedly covered her mouth. Regretting his words that must have been long-tail. "Ma, take care of that why? Ask what he meant. Papa's leaving." "Yes, Pah. Bye!" Rima waved at the passing car leaving the yard of the house. *** "You knew Dirga left last night, but didn't tell Mama." As soon as she got an explanation from Ina, Rima took a quick step up the stairs. "It's not enough what happened last night to the jeweler. That kid, when can he change, anyway. Duh, mama dizzy, deh," complained Rima. "Ma, Ma, Mama already, let Delia aja who woke up Mas Dirga, Ma. Anyway, Mas Dirga said it was just the wind, really." "Search for wind until more than two in the morning, Del? Find what wind. You ... Mama told me, don't miss it. You must understand your position as a wife. If Dirga didiemin more easily." Rima still cursed her own son. "Confidence, honey. Take Dirga's sympathy." Both stopped right in front of the door. Rima held Delia's shoulder. "Or don't you, you really don't want Dirga to be your whole husband?" Delia frowned to hear her mother-in-law's question just now. "Aren't you in love with your mama's son, Del? Da? You're the one who had to marry Dirga?" rima Cecar. "Ma .. not that! Delia sincerely, really, live this marriage. Just, yeah ...." "You don't know yet, or you can't accept Dirga?" "Mama." Delia bit her lower lip. "Gini, Ma. We don't know each other. Delia does not want ah, if suddenly Delia ngatur Mas Dirga. Not to deny this, later .. instead of Mas Dirga love Delia, instead ...." "Yes, yes, already. Mama understands. But marriage isn't about sincerity or reluctance, honey. About accepting each other, you know. This ... You really, don't feel depressed, Dirga was never rude 'are you?" There was worry in her mother-in-law's eyes. Delia clearly saw that. Was Dirga once a rude person? Delia asked herself. "No, Ma. Dirga is very good with Delia. Really." "That way?" rima asked to make sure her daughter-in-law's answer wasn't a lie. "Yes, Ma. As stupid as Delia, Delia will not be fooled if Mas Dirga acts rude, or for example not at all. Delia must have asked to go back to Kalimantan if until Mas Dirga so." A smile that Delia gave was able to convince Rima. He rubbed the base of Delia's arm. Unfortunately, it is not a lie. Rima really liked Delia from the first sight. For some reason, Delia was able to convince Rima that she was the companion she had been looking for all this time for her son. "Thus ... Mama doesn't have to worry anymore. Delia did not want Mas Dirga thought that Delia chatted him or chatted this to Mama about Mas Dirga. Delia just does not want to create distance between Mama and her child just because of Delia's ego. Delia understands, really, as Delia's wife has the right to sue, but not now. Dirga must still be in shock at our sudden marriage." Delia got all the courage to say from Rima. The mother-in-law thought of her as a princess. Gave her complete trust until Delia did not want to let her down. The mother who gave birth to her husband, since yesterday said many things. That Delia must be confident, that Delia must find her courage again. Getting his cheer back. To not just duck when someone is talking to him. To not just be quiet when someone is hunting him. Delia has the right to have an opinion, to voice what she wants. "Thank you, yes, Ma. Mama is a kind mother-in-law. Delia felt like she was dreaming. In fact, if Delia saw in the soap operas-sinetron in-laws ...." "Cruel?" cut Rima. Delia grinning. "Beating stepmother," Rima added with a laugh. "Already, ah. Mama wants to wake up that lazy kid." Rima had already reached the existence of the door handle. "Ma .. let Delia be, yes," Delia bargained. "No, Honey. Mama would like to all say 'speech during the morning' to mama's favorite child." Rima's smile was full of meaning. Delia obeyed only what her in-laws wanted. He entered, trailing behind Rima.