Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 3

Small Confession

Delia had gone downstairs first, leaving Dirga still struggling with her shoes. The girl looked around, looking for the whereabouts of the house person. However, none showed the nose. Both her mother and father-in-law were not there. "House of this size, if in the Village, may be able to accommodate one RT. Not tired of what, huh, the one in charge of cleaning?" Delia murmured while also chuckling. "It's a good thing there are a lot of helpers, otherwise, bother. This son-in-law's job is taking care of the house." The girl's eyeballs rolled upwards. Imagine how usually a daughter-in-law who one house with in-laws should be able to devote themselves. Take care of everything including cleaning and cooking. Delia was lucky, as she was not allowed to even touch a broom. The girl had been staying for a week in the guest room before her mist ijab event was repeated yesterday. That was why he knew, that there were many workers doing all the tasks he mentioned earlier. "If you think about it, I was lucky, married to a sultan like this. Got everything, but, really, there's still something weird about it. I'm afraid I can't be accepted very well. Dirga must have forced my marriage." The girl with jet-black hair that was almost touching her back was still standing at the end of the stairs. His hands were still holding on to the elegant and luxurious gold-colored iron fence. Delia muttered to herself. Living the role of the wife of Mahadirga that he did not know how his life so far. "Dirga really doesn't have a boyfriend or a fiancee, does he? To marry me from the village and gini village." Delia looked at her appearance. Just ordinary. The clothes he had were not at all classy or cheap. "What if it turns out Mas Dirga lied. He already has another candidate, or even married before?" Negative thoughts begin to enter Delia's cerebellum. There was fear and worry mixed up. It's on its own now. After the death of her father, Delia became a kara. What if it turns out that Dirga didn't think of it? Expelled him. Delia didn't know what to do and where to go. "Ah, Del, what the hell are you thinking." The girl hit her own head. There's no way Dirga is like that. During the week he was very good. Although Dirga and Delia are only close since yesterday on the guarantee. And it's impossible for Delia's father to leave Delia to Dirga if she's a bad man. Inner Delia continued to order her brain to think positively. Delia took a deep breath throwing it away slowly. He fixed his appearance before stepping into the living room. His heartbeat was still the same as when dealing with Dirga in the room earlier. Being in close enough distance when pairing it tie makes the feeling of Delia is not careless. Delia can even smell the masculine that comes out of Dirga's body. Not to mention the man's gaze that Delia understood enough. His grin and heavy voice were tempting. He was not that stupid not to know what the man was thinking about him. Duh, Delia. Ngaca dong! Mas Dirga no longer lust, look at you who I've gini. If people see it too, they must think I'm just a maid here. Not a wife or daughter-in-law, right? Don't puckle. Delia's small hand again hit her forehead slowly. Asking his mind not to fantasize too far. In other words, it was impossible for Dirga-class men to like ash ups, so before being disappointed it was better to be self-aware. Delia's steps continued to swing towards the dining room. Mom and dad-in-law were there. Mama Dirga stood up to greet him. The socialite class woman understood that Delia was the new daughter-in-law who still looked timid. He understood that Delia was still trying to adapt in this house. When her first husband, Sultan Bagaskara—papa Dirga— and Dirga himself introduced Delia, Rima immediately liked the personality of the girl. Delia was very polite and calm, for Rima the attitude of the girl was unlike that of Dirga's other female friends, who were on average more aggressive. "here, Honey! Sit here, we have breakfast," Rima invited and then led Delia to join immediately. "Where's the air, honey?" rima asked as soon as he did not see the whereabouts of his son. Delia just went out of her own room unaccompanied by Dirga. "Mas Dirga is still in the room, Auntie ... ." Delia bit her lower lip as she closed in regretting her words. "I mean ... , Mama." Rima smiled, from yesterday, her daughter-in-law still likes to call wrong. Always greeted him with the name 'Tante' even once Delia called him 'auntie'. Rima was still able to understand that, because Delia did not know him before. After Delia sat down, Rima rubbed Delia's back and hair affectionately. Then, the fifty-year-old woman told her maid to call Dirga to come down immediately for breakfast. "Ma, let Delia call. Yesterday Mas Dirga was also ready, really," said Delia. The girl was back standing beside the chair, about to call her husband to join her immediately. "Where are you going, Del?" This time, Sultan Bagaskara asked. "Say to the office, Pa. It was very busy tidy-tidy until Mas Dirga said afraid of being late and got namel—" "Ngadu. Keep going!" Delia's sentence was cut off by a voice that was sourced from behind. Delia turned around to make sure that what she heard was the sound—suamiya—Mahadirga Bagaskara Saputra. He came with an office bag. His aura repeatedly increased when a suit wrapped his sturdy body. Delia was nervous, as the pair of eagle eyes kept framing her nonstop. If you pay attention to the perfect condition of Dirga, it is completely inversely proportional to the shabby without any attraction at all. He felt ashamed. And, again just looking down while biting his lips. "Bu-not ngadu, Mas. De-Delia's just a story, really," Delia's great-grandson. Very clear from his stuttering sentence, if the girl is agitated. Dirga was already sitting on the bench, where Delia was. Because, it was his chair, the position of me from papa Bagas and opposite the mother. While Delia was still standing stiffly behind Dirga. "Sit, De!" Dirga's voice interrupted again. Diverting the attention of Delia who was still drifting in aimless contemplation. Imagine how unworthy he was to be with the prince. "Don't you tell me to come to the office today, huh, Ga? No, right?" bagaskara asked in a row when the son-in-law was sitting next to his son. "Yes, yeah, no, no, Pa." Dirga Grin. "So why are you this early, Dirga?" Mama chimed. "Usually, you wake up asking for forgiveness." "Hiss ... shuttle, Ma, ah ... ." Rima chuckles. "Finally, the new hostess is in the room. Don't go out, let alone this early." Mama Dirga's sentence made Delia who was sitting next to Dirga become misbehaved. As usual the girl will do a lip bite action while fixing the hair coming out of the mother—to the back of the ear. "Bah, ah, Ma. Seduced mulu. Look, Delia's got that holler." Delia reflexes looked up when Dirga's index finger was right on the side of her face. Just a few millimeters away from Delia's cheek. The girl smiled awkwardly. Then, divert nervousness with the initiative to take Dirga food. "What's breakfast, Mom?" tanya Delia grabbed the plate that was still empty in front of Dirga and her husband just smiled thinly while pointing at the type of breakfast he wanted. *** Rima asked Delia to take Dirga—her son who was about to leave for the office—up to the front page. Dirga had almost gotten into the black BMW car when Delia called her name. The girl who had been tailing while carrying her bag stood up with a smile. "Yes, De!" The call of 'De', to Delia sounds very sweet. I don't know why Dirga called him that. It may be 'Dik' which means sister, or it may also be due to her name Delia, 'De' which means the prefix of that name. Dirga said it without the letter 'L'. "Here, Mas." Delia gave Dirga a bag. "Oh, yes, almost forgetfulness. Thanks, yes," said Dirga with a smile framing his handsome face. "Yes, Mum." Meanwhile, Delia herself had gotten an agreement from Dirga when she took the initiative to call him 'Mas'. The man's smile was broken. Because, Dirga said, it was the first time someone called him 'Mas'. Yeah, except for a couple of housekeepers and cousins. What is 'first time? Delia thought at the time. Maybe someone special? His brain was really slow in digesting a sentence. "Dee, Delia! How come you're dumb?" "Eh, i-iya, Mas Dirga, sorry!" Delia became pushy as Dirga shook her hands in front of her face. "You're leaving, huh, Mas?" The girl then thrust her hand towards Dirga. Dirga who still did not understand just stared at the flat hand of Delia who was airing in front of her stomach. He raised his eyebrows, intending to ask. "Salim," said Delia innocently. Then the girl showed me a row of white little teeth. "Oh." Dirga chuckles. "It seems I have to get used to it more because now there is you, my wife," he added. Dirga's sentence is enough to make Delia's heart soar to the clouds. A recognition that—for Delia— means a lot. Did Dirga ever feel compelled to marry her? Not just a favor, but Dirga likes it too? Delia blushed, for she married a handsome man and as rich as Dirga was a blessing. Although there is no love in the beginning, which girl does not fall for him just overnight? Moreover, Dirga's attitude is not bad. On the contrary, he is very nice and sweet. As for Dirga, how could he possibly accept it so quickly? Thought Delia. She knew herself that she was just a poor girl. Dirga liked? I think it's impossible. Delia still remembers how Dirga had quarreled with Sultan Bagaskara when his father asked Dirga to marry him. At that moment, Delia actually saw the figure of Dirga who was without a smile at all. Delia believes Dirga is very, very forced. However, if it turns out that he is now very good, it must be because Dirga appreciates the meaning of a relationship enough. "I wouldn't expect too high, Mas," muttered Delia. "I knew you wouldn't like me this fast. But thank you for your kind attitude towards me. At least I know, I married the right man. Not the arrogant rich man in my shadow." Delia waved until the car could no longer be seen from the grounds of the magnificent house.