Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 6

Mall

The sparkle in Delia's eyes increasingly radiated when the girl had entered the shopping center area. Delia no longer acted curious. Mouths silent. Lock yourself from all clutter. He just looked to the left. Looking up to see the object. Delia looked so amazed. Her mother-in-law faithfully drove Delia. Shows some shopping subscription stores. Delia and Rima break into a clothing store. There were a lot of nice and fancy clothes in it. Delia's outstretched hand touched the white dress with a brocade lace accent on her neck. "You likey?" tanya Rima watched her daughter-in-law who was flipping the shirt in front of her body. "Expensive, Ma." Rima smiled listening. "Just the others." Delia had already switched to the other clothes. "It's also, more expensive, huh?" Dress with almost the same model, bright red Delia showed to Rima. "Honey, here is the average price. If you like it, try it first … ." Rima pointed to the fitting room in the right corner, not far from where the two chose clothes. Delia turned to look at what her mother-in-law had shown. He doubted. "Eum ... is there?" ask the girl plain. "Yes" replied Rima. "Sir, please help my daughter-in-law." Rima called the shopkeeper to help Delia try on the clothes she had chosen. Not to forget Rima added other clothing choices that she thought were appropriate for Delia to wear. After his journey hunting clothes, Rima invited Delia to choose a bag, shoes and jewelry. Delia had refused, but that was meaningless. His refusal even made his mother-in-law increasingly buy many things for him. Delia was not very interested in buying her own needs. The average of what is bought and paid is Rima's choice. Mama Dirga has very good taste. Not stopping there, Delia brought her mother-in-law to go to the salon. Change the hairstyle. SPA and Creambath. Delia's pretty sweet face was polished make-up in such a way. The village girl who was originally mediocre is now transformed into extraordinary thanks to a makeover by a salon employee who is already professional. Again the place is his mother-in-law's. "Where, Sist? Already an angel descending from the sky, kaaan?" A hair stylist led Delia to Rima. Man, just talk makes Delia grimace amused, she prides herself on the results of her work in front of Rima. "perfect." Rima welcomes Delia. Amazed to see the changes that occurred after Delia was dressed. "It's amazing, it's so beautiful this mama's ghost." Rima kissed Delia's cheek with great affection. *** "You'll be joining Mang Kasim, yes, Del?" rima said after they thanked the boy. "Don't forget to wear this again!" Rima thrust a mouth sprinkler or mouth spray at Delia and the girl received it. "Your mouth still stinks of pete, little bit," Rima's great-grandson held back a laugh. "Still, yes, Ma. Duh, whereas from earlier Delia talked continuously, same Mama Mang Kasim, same store clerk, also salon attendant like this." Delia imitated the stylish hairstyle that handled it earlier. "Hehe .. so shame Delia." The girl's grin made Rima laugh a little. "Not really, anyway. But, Dirga's most anti-smelly pete. So do not get kissed even if only a little," said Rima. Walk towards the escalator followed by Delia. The girl held tightly onto Rima's hand. Just like when I went upstairs. Delia who is from the village, has only entered the Mall for the first time. Going up and down the stairs really made him a little scared. "Kiss?" "Kecium smells," explained Rima. "Oi … ." "You think, kiss what try?" rima Goda. Making Delia blush. "No, uh, Mama." Both of them came out of the mall. Mama Rima seemed to be contacting someone using her phone. Not long after, Mang Kasim came to bring the car right in front of them. Delia walked towards the vehicle that had just arrived. He opened the door to enter immediately. However, his intention was suppressed when he found his mother-in-law did not participate. "Lho, how did Mama diem. Come ... We go home now, right?" ask Delia. "So, Mama said what's the same to you?" Not answering, Rima actually asked the son-in-law back. Delia just scrunched her forehead. Perhaps the girl did not hear what Rima said just after they finished making the payment at the cashier table. "Mama said, you went with Mang Kasim. Somebody picked up ... tuh!" Point Rima at another car that just entered the Mall's courtyard. The car that Delia also saw was in Dirga's house. Four-wheeled vehicles belonging to the Bagaskara family, I don't know how many more Delia hasn't seen. "Where, Ma?" "Well your husband. Dirga must be happy to get a surprise from you, dear." Rima approached Delia beside the car. "And here, bring this for you two to eat there. Come on!" Rima gave the parcel she asked from her other driver—who just arrived. He asked the driver to stop by the cake shop and bought one of Dirga's favorites to be taken by Delia as a surprise. Apparently, Rima had been planning this since hunting a lot of expensive clothes. Bringing Delia to be revamped alias in make over. Delia's current beauty makes Rima optimistic that Dirga will like her. "Delia went there herself, Ma?" ask Delia again. Doubt in his heart to go alone because he was not used to it. More meet Dirga with a new appearance that makes him still not feel comfortable. Delia was like everyone else and it made her stiff to the point of misbehavior. Rima held onto both of Delia's shoulders. "Look! You are beautiful, my dear. Look in the glass, Dirga certainly does not believe that this is you," he said encouragingly. "But, Ma .. Delia is still uncomfortable with Delia's current appearance. Shirt, bag, shoes. Delia's having a hard time walking around with these shoes." The five-centimeter-high High Heels really tortured Delia's feet that were not used to wearing them. He even repeatedly almost fell. "So, it's a walking exercise. Slow down, graceful, do not hesitate to take a step. Have to be confident, understand!" Delia scratched the temple, biting her lips, before finally nodding slowly. "I-yes, nge-ngerti, understand, Ma. But what will Delia do there?" ask Delia again. "Most 'but' children, Mang Kasim let's go, bring Delia to meet Dirga!" "Yes, Madam." Mang Kasim nodded obediently. "Come on, Non," he asked Delia. Open the back door for the Miss to enter immediately. "Ma, but … ." *** is free to protest against what your mother-in-law wants, it is indisputable. Delia had to pick up behind the car. Heart rages. How will Dirga react when he sees it suddenly coming? Does Delia need to contact him first? The girl remembered something. Delia reached into the bag and pulled out an object from inside. One more item that was bought by Rima. Her mother-in-law deliberately bought a new phone to replace old Delia's outdated phone— that not even Delia brought. He left the historic object in Dirga's room drawer. Delia began to open the flat object screen to drive away saturation. "Ah ... free I can't use this yet." Delia just this time using a touch screen phone. He's not used to it. Some things Rima taught him. But he still doesn't understand. "Let's ask Dirga to teach." Rima's words about her new phone came back she remembered. Delia turned her head to the side as the car she was riding in turned into the office area. The multi-storey building that had just passed by Delia, now, the towering sturdy building was ready for Delia to stop by. Mang Kasim came out first, opened the door for his nonanya."No, let's get there." Delia was still flinching. It took a few seconds until Delia hesitated to get out of the car. "Come in, Non. How come you're dumb?" tegur Mang Kasim's. The driver's words jolted Delia who was amazed at the reality before her eyes. How not, he is now the wife of a CEO of a large company. Although now her appearance had been much different, but still, Delia felt insecure. "Sir, let's go home, yuk! Delia don't need to see Mas Dirga. Delia was embarrassed," he said as he continued to approach the car. "Lho, Non. Don't do! Come on, I'll take you to Den Dirga's room," bargained the driver. "Delia shaking. Well, Mr. Kasim see for himself, Delia's hand. Gini dry, Delia just go home, huh? Yes, Sir? Come on!" The girl still insisted on refusing to meet Dirga. "Partially, sir, just make it easy for Delia to wear these shoes." Delia shows her high heells "Tried, yes, Non. Earlier, I could. Than I get the nagging mistress later if not anter Non Delia to Den Dirga." Kasim's plea made Delia melt. The girl stepped over while clucking. Want to refuse again, but if the business of Mr. Kasim is affected by problems because of him later, Delia really will not have the heart. He will feel very guilty. Delia again stopped by the stairs to the building's courtyard. He looked back. "Sir, Mr. first. Delia, do not know where Mas Dirga room," Delia told Kasim who was following him. "Y-yes, Nope." Eunuch nodded, he walked slightly bowing past his missus. "Come, Non!" Delia said, stepping slowly behind the driver. Ask Mr. Kasim not to rush because he has difficulty regulating the rhythm of his shoes. Sometimes Delia almost fell. On the other hand some of the employees he passed by seemed to notice Delia. Their gazes were hard Delia articulated. "She said it was Mr. Dirga's wife. I saw it from Sinta's social media yesterday. Pretty, but the village still looks great, huh? Look tuh!" At the hearing end, Delia caught a heart-wrenching chant. However, whatever it was, Delia was quite able to accept it because it was indeed the reality. After all, this was not the first time Delia had been denounced. However, at this time what Delia thought was not a matter of her being embarrassed or not, but Dirga, it was possible that she would be embarrassed when she saw Delia coming with all her flaws. If those who are there are still denouncing when in appearance Delia is equal, or maybe even more than them. And what about Dirga?