Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 4

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"Father, don't be silly! I know not. Meet new now, the time of marriage directly," protested Dirga. "You didn't hear? Mr Isman just wants to marry his daughter, become a guardian before she dies, Dirga?" Sultan Bagaskara's sentence is full of emphasis. He understood that his son was hesitant to marry the girl he had just met. However, the Sultan was confident in the girl. The girl named Delia Aurora is the daughter of Isman—, one of the foremen of the palm oil plantation owned by her company. The young girl often visited when Isman was resting at the place where the Sultan was staying. Villa or second house of the Sultan who is not far from the plantation. The sultan used to be there once a month to review the state of the garden and its workers. Isman is the foreman of trust. He and Delia's father were very close. Not only as his boss and workers, more than that, they have been friends for quite a long time. Delia herself often comes to deliver food or just bring a change of clothes for her father. Isman loved Delia very much. Since the departure of the wife two years ago, Isman even willing to go back and forth the plantation houses every day or at least every two days because of worry if you have to leave Delia for a long time alone. They only lived together after Delia's mother died. Delia only has Isman and vice versa. And because of that, his name is also a virgin child, Isman obviously will take great care of him. Sure as a jewel, Delia was in her father's eyes. "Ish .. indeed, Mr. Isman is dead! Where'd she try to know?" Dirga clucked while massaging his forehead that felt pulsating. The accident involving him, successfully put him in a dilemma. "Think! If you're not helped by Isman, it's not him lying in the gurney, it's you. You're Dirga!" sultan Bagaskara, again. "Must, yes, return the favor this way, Pa. Delia was a kid yesterday afternoon. He's a kid, still innocent. No, Papa just raise him to be a child. So Dirga's sister." Dirga's thinking is not entirely wrong. After all, the Sultan had considered Delia like his daughter. Even since the girl was born the Sultan himself who gave the last name Delia, namely Aurora which means the light of dawn. But the problem now is, Isman is desperate to be his daughter's marriage guardian. He asked for nothing but that. "Ga, think!" "It's also a thought, Pa," ketus Dirga. He sat down and held his head in the front waiting chair of Mandor Isman's inpatient room. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you, Ga? Aye, right?" Dirga. His eyes glistened to find hope. "Daughter! Yes, the girl must have a boyfriend, just tell her to marry him. Finished business, right?" "Dirga! Mr. Isman wants you to marry him. After all, he did not give his daughter the freedom to date all sorts. Delia is a good girl. Papa knows him." "Lugu and innocent it could have been made up. Please don't be fooled!" "Ga, Papa knows Delia from orok, you know." "Ck!" Dirga back to pull his hair frustrated. It got to the point where he recalled his words to his mother, the morning before following his papa reviewing the estate. Mama really wants a ghost. Oh yes, I married him. Feelings later. I've never been serious about women. Let her be my wife's status but enough at home. After all, the girl is not ugly very besides her appearance which is indeed a village. Inner Dirga continued to rage, fighting for the best solution to his problem. Dirga suddenly stood up and successfully surprised the Sultan. "okay!" his screams were loud enough to make anyone turn their head including some of the garden workers who took Isman to the hospital. "I want to." Sentence Dirga melirih. "I'm willing to marry him." After nearly an hour of arguing, Dirga finally agreed to the 'forced' marriage. The kabul is held modestly beside Isman's bed, the old man holding the weak palm of Dirga. He choked 'sunny' with the help of the ruler, then the 'accept' of the prospective son-in-law made him breathe deeply. A few minutes later, Isman was gone forever. Accompanied by hysterical cries of the girl who had legitimately become his wife. Dirga could only stay still, watching Delia shake her father's stiff body. Dirga doesn't know what to do. To be honest he felt guilty for the departure of the figure who a few minutes ago had raised him as a son-in-law. How will he face Delia later? Did the girl accept this arranged marriage voluntarily or was there a vengeful motive in her heart? Dirga. However, he only found a fragile figure with puffy eyes after crying non-stop until the funeral process was completed. *** Delia stared at the vehicle that took her husband away from the home page. He just went back inside. Climb the stairs until you get to the front of the whitewashed door. Just as Delia was about to cross the doorway that was already open, the girl accidentally heard the whispers of two maids who were watering plants in the front yard. "Look, tuh! New lady in this house. How I don't want to, yes, Mas Dirga married a girl like her." "Yes, he's more like us, so the waiter in this house. Not being a mistress," said another with his thick Javanese accent. Delia flinching. He did not look, but continued his steps. Meanwhile, the Sultan who was also about to leave for the headquarters was stopped by the same thing. He and Rima—sang wife— saw his daughter-in-law bowed to the speech of the two ART. "Get in and stay in the room!" Sultan Bagaskara's orders to his son-in-law. Delia nodded then passed after greeting the in-laws. The girl went to her room in a hurry. "You're here, paid to work, not gossip!" The voice of the Sultan interrupted the two women who were estimated to be in their 30s. Both of them regretted their actions. One of them came forward to apologize. "You two, as I recall I've worked here four to five years, haven't you? You should know how I judge a person not by their dignity and worth. Poor-rich I don't care. All I care about is attitude and politeness. Good ethics and good behavior." The Sultan's sentence was emphatic, reminding the two women not to speak ill of her family. "Delia is already part of Bagaskara. She's Delia Mahadirga Bagaskara. It's a lesson for everyone, not just for these two." The teary-eyed man pointed at some maids and gardeners who happened to witness the little drama that had just happened. "Don't gossip! You work well while enjoying your life. After all, salary is never late, is it?" "Ma, take care of them. And our son-in-law is just like you said inside." "Ready, Papa Darling!" Rima. At her age, she and her husband still like to joke. Throw loving sentences even in the midst of tension. Even so with Bagaskara, he turned sweet when talking to his wife. "Good! Don't let their expectations about our daughter-in-law widen. Delia's enough to be proud of." "Yes, Pah. Papa just calm down, anyway the girl who said these two, the village ... ." Rima pointed at the maid who was still not moving from her place. Both are still down. Dare not leave before being asked by their employer. "Mama will be a magician." Eyebrow movements and passionate sentences indicate Rima is so confident that she can change everything. "Part of work, find a lot of money. Soon we'll add a new family member." "New member? Who?" Bagaskara, who had just stepped into the back seat, made a sound, staring at his wife through the open car window. "Grandchild." Rima's lips went forward a few centi for the sake of saying one word that made Bagaskara burst open. For a moment the man showed his side of the joke. "Mom, nih, just one night they slept in the same room, already discussed grandchildren." The man shook his head. "Mama is sure they've ... ." Bagaskara continued his sentence with a thud, something that Rima certainly understood what it meant. "Eum .. sure not, huh?" Rima pretended to weigh. "Surely, for the sake of the grandchildren." "Mama, Mama, already! Papa's leaving. Don't forget to take care of them!" Again the man pointed at his maid who was near the park. Rima's hand is raised, she links her index finger and thumb to form the letter O. Then, after her husband's car passed, she approached two ART who had just been in trouble. "Ina, Meli, come in!" rima Tell. "Yes, Mom." The two nudged each other. Rima walked first to the middle room, before passing the stairs, he had looked up to his son's room. The bedroom door was closed, he was sure Delia was inside. Not stopping in the living room, Rima stepped towards the dining table, she pulled out a chair and sat there like a judge ready to start a trial for the defendants. "What a good punishment for you to gossip about, huh?" Glekk! Rima's murmur was certainly not slow, thus making Ina and also Meli who stood beside Rima, swallow their bitter saliva. Being punished? Any more? It's just because of the truth. Ah, do not let the punishment be the same as it already is. Inner Ina. And speaking of reality is punished like this. What is special about the girl to the extent that Mr. Same Madam is very dear. Inner Meli. "Are you ready for the punishment?" Rima laughed as she looked at Ina and Meli alternately. "Bi Asih's! Ordinary, Ina's favorite food masakin the same Meli, yes. They can't wait to taste the cuisine of Bi Asih, nih!" rima shouted at the cook in this house. "Bi!" "Yes, Mistress! Ready-to-implement. Bade sabaraha portion (You want how many servings)?" asked Bi Asih who came from the kitchen while grinning. Bi Asih stood beside Ina and Meli, showing a row of teeth, making fun of his two juniors who were again in trouble. "That's a lot, Bi." "Haha, lebok. Makana tong ngadebrol wae gagawe tea (Your train. So do not gossip if you are working), whispered Bi Asih.