Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 5

Punishment'

The fragrance of Bi Asih cuisine is out. The smell that pierced the nose managed to arouse hunger. However, this was not the case for Ina or Meli, because both knew what was to be presented before them was not something they liked. Not long after, Bi Asih has been dodging like a model on the red carpet. The difference, not a fashion show that is displayed with the slim body of the model herself. Instead, two plates containing food were carried in the right and left hands of the stocky woman. Yes, he had reached back to the side of the dining table, a smile on his lips he displayed. "Trial's coming!" yells. Rima stands up welcoming. Smiling appreciates the work of Asih. His eyes turned on the two defendants who were still pecking at the back of the chair. Both must be ready to be executed. Both Ina and Meli simply looked down in fear and nudged each other as Rima's voice rang out again, "Let's eat!" Glekk! Again, Ina and Meli gulped bitterly at their saliva. Closing your eyes for a moment. "Must be, huh, Him?" Both are grimacing. "Why? Don't like it?" Both ARTs shook their heads. "Enak, youh!" Rima then told them to sit down. "The other one, madam. Do not punish like this. Ina kapok, promise you won't gossip again." "Meli too, Madam!" exclaim Meli chimed. "The punishment is good, be fed. You guys don't even want to. How, anyway?" Rima shook his head, holding a smile. "Enak, heck, His. We happen to be hungry. But, the food is bad, madam." "Your nut is not good!" Bi Asih is offended. He threw a lap at Meli's side. "Food Jumiasih is always the top markotop, nyaho!" Rima. The woman who still looked beautiful at her age was throwing dishes containing hot food in front of her two ART. "From now on!" entruction serunya. However, just as the first mouthful was about to enter, the sound from the direction behind Rima interrupted. "What's up, huh?" asked Delia who was suddenly already near the dining table. Delia looked confusedly at Asih, Ina and Meli. The net turned to mother-in-law. "Ma ... ?" "There's nothing, honey. Mama ... just their country," replied Rima. He got up from his seat. Wiping the son-in-law's shoulder. "Related? What the hell was that on the outside?" Rima blinked in response to Delia's question, then he slapped her on the shoulder again. "Don't do it, Ma. Delia is okay, okay. Don't scold them. After all, really also what is said Meli Tea is the same Mother Ina, if Delia is a village girl." "Not so dong, honey. You should be warned not to repeat. Now, you're my mother's daughter-in-law, regardless of where you come from, it doesn't matter." Rima still kept the two aides there. The mistress' gaze rained on them as if to say 'This is my daughter-in-law whom you despised. With sincerity he said 'it's okay' when you're insulted'. Through the look in her eyes, Rima wanted to confirm that Delia was not just an ordinary village girl. "We're sorry, Miss. Forgive us for our silliness." Meli. "Yes, Non. Ma'am Ina also apologized, yes, Non," Ina said. Delia smiled broadly. "Delia forgave before Meli Tea and Ina apologized even though." "Thank you, yeah, Non." Meli looks wiped away tears. "We're not being punished anyway, ma'am?" "The law?" Delia looked at her mother-in-law. Questioning. "No. Back to work there! You survived because I wanted to take my daughter-in-law for a walk. Go, Honey!" bring Rima. He was about to lead Delia away from the existence of the dining table where the small congregation took place, but Delia just budged. Meanwhile, Ina and Meli, both of them heaved a sigh of relief. They survived the mistress. Yes, even though it is called punishment, actually it is just the fad of Rima. Rima was always happy to prank her two assistants by giving them unwelcome food as punishment. Free entertainment, he said. "Delia laper," said the girl innocently. "Don't you just have breakfast, huh?" Rima gawked as Delia quickly grabbed the plate. Scooping rice with side dishes cooked wholeheartedly by Jumiasih. "This is Auntie cooking?" ask Delia. His mouth chews the first mouthful. "Pare saute is delicious, not bitter." The girl held up her thumb. "Especially his sambel pete. Steady, Bi. Exactly the cuisine of the lateumah mother." Celeste Delia. Rima bengong stared at the sight he was witnessing. Delia greedily ate the food on the dining table without feeling awkward. The woman with the bob haircut lining the shoulder-length shook her head in disbelief. "Eeh, Non Delia likes to eat it turns out." Ina turned back, and so did Meli. Both grimacing. *** "Have dong eaten, dear. Can we go now?" ask Rima. Delia had already finished the food on her plate. Sipping water that he asked from bi Asih. "Where, Ma?" "Lho, my mom took you for a walk. Papa asked me to change your appearance a little. Want, huh?" "Delia's Appearance? Butwhy? Delia's shy, huh, Ma?" The girl stood up awkwardly. "Sorry, Ma. Delia is also a khilaf to eat. The end of Bi Asih cuisine is delicious. Bi, this simple is for Delia later, huh?" The grin on Delia's lips widened. Rima grimaced at the sentence, his eyes glaring at the commanding Jumiasih so as not to comply with Delia's request. "Down," he said without making a sound. "Where, Ma?" "Eh, no. Em ... Delia's not shy, honey. You're beautiful. Yes ... dermakit bit must be okay," said Rima. His hands fix the hair that is actually neat. His hands wagged giving a sign to Jumiasih. While Delia took turns to witness the strange attitude of her mother-in-law and auxiliary aunt. "Repeaters? Like levis pants, huh, Ma?" Jumiasih could no longer bear to not get uprooted as soon as he heard Delia say. The girl's innocent face really made her spin around. If only Rima had not told him to shut up he would have wet the bed because he could not stop laughing. "You know, it's levis what can be interpreted." "Humans can too?" ask Delia again, chiming in. "Already, ah. When to go if you ask a lot. Be prepared there!" rima Tell. "Y-yes, Ma. Sorry." Delia passed by leaving her place standing earlier with a series of tickling questions that she threw. Rima shook her head, living her role as the mother-in-law of the village girl who seemed to know nothing. "Delia baby, don't forget that you brush your teeth first!" Rima could no longer hold back laughter. "Funny, yes, Nyah!" exclaiming Jumiasih who still has not moved. "Eh, you're still here, Bi. Take the food to the kitchen! Eat if you don't, throw it away. Don't take that to the dinner table again. Especially if Delia asks. Bi Asih knows, don't you, Dirga doesn't like that." "Muhun, Mistress. Understood!" reply Jumiasih manut. *** It didn't take long for Delia to get ready. He was wearing only simple clothes. Sweatshirts and knee-length skirts. Face without polish. Even Delia did not bring anything. Bag or cell phone. He was in a car with Rima. "Where are we going, Ma?" For the first time, Delia was taken out of the house. He does not know what Jakarta is like. Because Delia only knows from the stories of some of her friends who went wandering. Every friend who came home would tell him many things. Because it also makes Delia quite enthusiastic when Rima asked her to immediately dress up to go for a walk. "We're going to the Mall" replied Rima diplomatically. "Mole?" Repeated Delia with lips forward a few milli. Risma laughed a little. "Yes, we want to buy all your needs, baby. Shirt, bag, shoes, make-up. Everything." Delia smiled awkwardly. It was not a dream in broad daylight that he was experiencing. Totally real. But he still does not believe. "Make what, Ma. Delia does not want to repotin Mama. Gini aja Delia nothing." "You might be okay. But mom is nothing, you know. His past was left like this. Eum .. meant mama ... ." Risma stammered as soon as she saw Delia's facial water change. Rima felt that she had spoken wrongly. "Oiya, Delia is being shy, yes, Ma. I want to be changed so I don't embarrass my mom. That's it, huh, Ma?" Rima chuckled softly, "Yes, that's it." Along the way to the Mall they fill with small chats. Rima also asked Delia's opinion of her son Dirga—. "Mas Dirga is good, funny ... handsome." Delia smiled shyly. "Yes, dong. Mama's son must be handsome," I'm Rima, proud. "His girlfriend's a lot for sure, huh, Ma?" "Yes, don't dong. Maybe it was. Now she's married to you." Silent moment. Then-pass the streets of Jakarta became a new sight for Delia. He looked to the left to see the miracle. High buildings loomed, streets crowded until the buildings he saw filled the corners of the city without gaps. Delia clasped her face against the windshield as she passed through it all. "There's a way up!" excitedly. "That's a flyover, Non." Driver says. "Ooh! The flyway." Delia nodded her head. "Well, we're on top!" delia was getting more and more enthusiastic. "That's under a lot of houses, huh?" "It's a densely populated village, Non." The driver responded again. "Kampongs? There are also villages in Jakarta, right?" "Many, Non. Every corner of Jakarta. There's a village there's housing." "Housing?" "Yes, Del. The one we live in, it's called housing." Rima followed. "What's the difference, housing is the same village." "Duh, clear, Mang!" tell Rima to the driver. The woman nodded. "What's the difference, huh? Non Delia looked at herself. Here, we're gonna skip housing." Delia noticed, she was passing through a densely populated slum. It compares with what comes next. The houses are neatly lined. The driver deliberately took them around into a housing estate before penetrating the road to the shopping center, Mall Central Park. The Mall, which was built in 2009, is the largest mall in West Jakarta. "Oh, yes, Delia understands." "Do you know the difference now?" "Already, Sir!" Delia looked back at her mother-in-law. On the right side there is a building. His actions of course made Rima have to rewind the position of her body which was originally upright to lean on her seat. Back to massage his temples even though not throbbing though. This prodigy really doesn't know anything. Inner Rima. His smile was amazed. "That's what's the building called?" The question came back plainly. "That's called Apartment, honey. Dirga also has several units. Later mama asked you to play there, yes," replied Rima. "Well, really, Ma? Delia was invited up there? How to go, Ma. Take stairs? It's so tired that the building is that tall, right?" Delia's babbling again invited laughter. Rima covered her mouth. While from behind the dashboard mirror the driver named Kasim also seemed to hold back laughter.