Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 2

Repeated

Somehow Dirga has to make up for everything now. Especially at this moment, he was thinking about the fate of someone he had tainted. That night, Dirga's passion which culminates with the influence of alcohol makes him end up in his apartment unit with women. Conducting heat activities without safety. Although only one night, but Dirga continued to think about how the end of the seeds he planted. Though usually, Dirga never forget to wear that safety. Ah ... Dirga tried to close his eyes. However, the shadow of the woman reluctantly also left. What's his fate now? Dirga did not see his arrival at the wedding he and Delia this afternoon. Finally, Dirga got back up. Sit down and hold a pillow. His outstretched hand grabbed the phone on the nightstand, next to a sleeping light. He saw contact with Angelica's name. Jemari Dirga shrewdly typed the message, hoping that the woman would respond to it. "You know Dirga, why doesn't mom agree with you? Because my mom knows she's not a good woman. Mama doesn't want you to get hurt later." Mama's words again revolved around Dirga's head. "If a female Angel isn't nice, then what am I, Ma?" dirga Mummings. "Marriage is a commitment. You must be able to maintain the sanctity of this relationship. After all, Delia is your soul mate. If you can just like it, you can too. Time will answer everything." The words of the next mother increasingly make Dirga go awry. "Ah .. This is wrong, I shouldn't have contacted him again." Dirga was just about to delete the message he had sent when a chat went to his number. Angelica retaliated. Staring at the mobile phone screen with all the recognition in the row of sentences that make Dirga's eyes feel sore. "How's this? Why is it like this? Why are you talking now?" Various questions filled Dirga's brain which was immediately made not work. Dirga chose to go to the balcony room. Talk there with the woman across the phone to just be sure of the truth. Dirga paced back and forth uncharacteristically, while clucking and scrambling her own hair. Two hours passed. The drowsiness that had been lost, now came back. Dirga had ended his chat on the phone from an hour ago, but he was still sitting at home accompanied by the breeze of the night. Time has crept up. Getting late. The clinking clock has also been pointed at two in the morning. Dirga stepped back in and laid his body on the bed. "Sorry poor girl. You have to be around me imperfectly" said Dirga. His hand touched Delia's head. Rubbing it very gently and carefully. After being satisfied to look at Delia's face, Dirga also closed her eyes. Come to sleep with Delia and red rose petals. If it wasn't Delia, Dirga wouldn't have thought twice 'to get through tonight so beautifully. He knew the girl next to him was very young. It's not worth it that he's stuck with a guy like himself. Men who even often play tricks on the hearts of many women. *** Dirga was still in doubt when Delia's father left the young girl to her. Marry, look after, and love. It was also forced, Dirga finally said kabul ijab. In the presence of Delia's dying father, Dirga mentions the girl's name for the first time. Some residents witnessed a simple wedding held in the hospital. It is very similar to the scene in soap opera. Inner Dirga. Most of the witnesses were workers in his papa oil palm plantation. Some of them whispered to each other. Calling Delia so lucky. It even says if Delia's father takes a good chance. Arriving in Jakarta, Dirga introduced Delia to Rima—sang mama. The woman who had given birth to Dirga immediately liked Delia. It's magical. Different from usual when Dirga introduced a woman even though her status was only as a friend. Mama Rima was always indifferent. I didn't like any of them, including Angel. And if in the end Dirga refused to marry, it was also because Rima who likes to choose. However, Delia, for a moment Rima looked very fond of the girl. Even Rima asked for a repeat kabul ijab. Because, Rima felt Dirga's marriage is not perfect if not witnessed directly by him. Amazingly again, Rima held a massive party to welcome the daughter-in-law he dreamed of. Dirga was lucky, because no one opposed his courage to marry the girl he had just met. Everyone seems happy. Dirga wedding news is no doubt a trending topic throughout the city. The title of the story attracted a lot of attention. He said, 'Crazy Rish, the handsome handsome playboy known has been married, subjugated by an ordinary country girl'. To be honest, until this moment, for Dirga, he still seemed to be in disbelief. It was as if he had just woken up from a long sleep with strange dreams. Some of Dirga's spirits still danced over the sea of stunning sleeping flowers. He was fixated, staring straight at the figure accompanying him awake. "Mas, Mas, Mas Dirga," called Delia when she saw her husband was dumbfounded. New time shows at 03:15 in the morning. It feels like Dirga has been closed for a long time, in fact out there the day still shows dark. Dirga had only been asleep for an hour. Dirga responds to the source of the sound that just knocked on the eardrum. Stare blankly without blinking. No doubt, the girl in front of him was astonished. "Mas! Slacking, yes. Don't eat that, huh. Delia fear ...." He shuddered. "Seremy knows!" "Whatever braid, this handsome face is said to be neremin." Dirga snorting. His hand stretched out to grab the glass, and Delia swiftly picked it up. He drank the water until it was broken. "Well, you're wearing this clock, wearing that kayak shirt?" ask Dirga frontal. "Huh?" Delia laughed a little. "Laugh," protested Dirga. "Somehow, didn't Mas Dirga ever see this?" Delia showed a white mucena that was still attached to her body after performing circumcision prayers. "Yes, tau. That's mukena, right?" "Oh, kirain doesn't know." The girl chuckled slowly again. "Delia tahajud. Sorry, I disturbed his sleep, huh? Delia the tightness of her voice earlier when she was teaching." Delia's face turned sad. Her eyes showed regret because feeling guilty had made the husband awake. "No, really. I want to drink," said Dirga with a smile that was engraved wide. He was amazed at what he saw, Delia the sweet innocent girl, again pious. Plus, when Dirga heard Delia's melodious voice chanting the holy verse, it was the most beautiful thing for a Mahadirga. Delia opened the door and took it back to its original place. Delia sat on the sofa. He was still awkward to go back to sleep on the side of the man who he thought was still a stranger. "Why?" ask Dirga. "E-no, really, Mom. Dirga's sleeping again, gih. It's still morning. Delia ma-mau—" "You what? You need anything? Just say!" Dirga cut Delia's sentence stuck in the esophagus. Delia did not know what she wanted, she was actually just looking for an excuse to not have to sleep together, again. "here! You also sleep again. Here ...." Dirga patted the empty spot next to him. "Don't argue," he added in a swinging, seductive voice. Delia took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Step he gontai, back to the side of the bed to the left of Dirga. He was still standing stiffly while staring at Dirga who had been closed quickly, returning to the bottom of the dream. *** "De," call Dirga. "Today I went to the office, huh? You're fine at home." "Yes, Mom." Delia was very nervous this morning. Not because of seeing Dirga's aura that increased many times when wearing a formal suit, but the incident of waking up this morning made him feel wrong. "Why? How nervous," asked Dirga. Delia was still silent while looking down. "Oh, because of that? Sorry, unintentionally, unconscious. Sorry, huh?" dirga realized the cause of Delia's strange attitude. How not, Delia woke up hysterically as soon as she found Dirga's firm hands cupped right on top of one of the Hawaiian kholdi, Delia milk. Even Dirga squeezed it a little. The girl looked up. His face was as pale as before. Delia smiled awkwardly and bit her lower lip before she spoke. "No. Don't have to apologize, Mom. That's ... that's, eum ...." Actually, Delia wanted to say, that's Dirga's right. However, there was no courage to say it other than again he bit his lips. What an adorable behavior Delia makes Dirga's fur bristles. Come, Dirga! You're a player, not necessarily Angel, not necessarily because of you. Angel is also not sesuci it to be loyal to one partner, right? Just think of Delia. How to get close to that poor girl. You might not dare to be like a plain girl like her. Dirga rubbed his neck. The focus is on the little teeth of Delia who is still doing lip biting activities. "Already, De!" Dirga's voice is getting heavy. "What, Mas?" Delia's forehead shriveled. I don't understand what Dirga meant. What should he have done? Her thought. "That .. anu .. lips." Dirga pointed at Delia until the girl squinted her eyes. "I-I mean, don't get bitten later the wound." This, anyway, must really avoid, otherwise, can be khilaf. Dirga turned towards the mirror to perfect her appearance. At once also avoid Delia who is still pecking at the bedside—when after the girl cleaned it up. Dirga combed her hair while whistling. Spraying perfumes on some parts of the shirt. Then, Dirga pulled out a drawer on the left side to pick up her watch collection. "De, get me a tie dong!" pinta Dirga after the luxury watch managed to circle at his auction. Delia's nodding reflection was clearly visible in the mirror. Dirga reviewed a faint smile as the girl then walked closer to the closet. "Mas Dirga, where's the tie, huh?" delia asked as she had just opened the closet door. "On the right, honey. It's down below." Just as Dirga's answer made Delia blush even more, she pointed at the closet nervously. The greeting that was thrown from the lips of the man was what made him misbehave. Dirga was increasingly anxious to see Delia who occasionally pretended to fix the child's hair to the back of the ear. It feels like teenagers are learning PDKT. Inner Dirga. "Meet? You're so nervous about being called a love to your husband." Dirga chuckles. He then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Delia to bring him a tie. "What, the hell, Mas," Delia's great-grandson. The girl approached Dirga with her hands clasping a tie. "This one, right?" "Yes, Honey. Come dong! This afternoon, I could be scolded by Papa if late," said Dirga deliberately teasing. Delia's eyes again squinted, "Delia is not wrong, right? Mas Dirga .. did not feel forced, yes, married Delia?" "True exhausting skills. But .. Yeah, that's it, the soul mate might." Delia looked down at Dirga's reply. "I mean, not what to do. How, yes, he explained." "What's up, Mom. Delia knows, really. The situation is emang—" "The situation is already this late." Dirga looked at the clock on his arm. "Pair the tie now, yeah, honey. Sweet wife." Dirga was already standing before Delia. "Ih ...." No, he bit again. "Can you please?" "What?" asked Delia plain. Since when do female players ask permission first want to kiss the lips. Lousy! He broke Delia's hair. "Not being." Delia had already spread the tie in front of Dirga. The long, navy-colored fabric without pattern was chosen by Delia, adjusting to the suit and pants Dirga wore. "Can I install it?" Dirga looked at Delia closely. That girl is not so ugly. In a sense she was quite pretty with her white skin. Round face with Cleft Chin aka a slightly split chin. His nose is also slightly sharp. Strict eyebrows and plump eyelashes. Similar Indonesian artist or singer ... Dirga forgot what his name was. "Gini, right, Mas?" canda Delia by wrapping the tie around her own neck. Twist once and tilt the head and tongue out. It's like a hanging scene. "Geez, just kidding!" Delia laughed out. It was as if the burden on his shoulders disappeared instantly. He even forgot his position is still equally foreign to Dirga—sang husband. "Sorry, Mom, sorry." Delia shut her mouth when she couldn't stop the laughter. "High, anyway, like an electric pole," said Delia as she looked up at Dirga's neck. "Any electrician is there a handsome kayak mas?" Delia hissed, "Sit down, ah, Mas. No nyampe." Delia held Dirga's shoulder and told him to sit back on the bed. The spontaneous movement made Dirga washed away. He obeyed Delia's decree, but his eyes could not be separated scanning the face and hands of the girl on his shoulders, alternately. "Ma-sorry," Delia kept her hand away from the side of Dirga's body. Dirga grabbed Delia's two hands that slammed slowly, then led her to circle around Dirga's neck. Instantly, Delia's body stiffened by Dirga's treatment. However, the girl kept on following. "Pair the tie, dear," whispered Dirga beside Delia's right ear with a deliberately contrived voice.