Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 7

Caught Wet

Delia and her driver arrived at the door of Dirga's room. Since there was no one on the secretary's desk, the driver took the initiative to directly meet his employer. Both of them just entered the room Dirga after a voice from inside welcomed the knock of the door. However, the middle-aged male Eunuch who was escorting Delia spontaneously apologized. He nodded his head many times as Dirga glared at him. Kasim feels guilty for opening the door for his miss without making a sound first so that Dirga knows who is coming. Dirga thought it was his secretary who knocked on the door. So that he just let in without disguising the situation inside. If another woman in Delia's current position, surely she would go on a rampage, finding the husband holding a woman. Delia saw Dirga wrap her hands around the waist of the sexy girl. However, instead of being angry, Delia just shook her head. Dirga highlighted the driver with a difficult look Delia understood. The girl just turned to look at the one Dirga stared at in such a way. "This, Non." Kasim understood, he immediately left the place after giving the paper bag he brought, not to forget the original man of Sundanese land was closing the door of Dirga's room. After the driver left, Delia got more wrong. He did not know what to say to Dirga for his sudden arrival. "De—" "Sorry, Mas. It was my mom who asked Delia to come here" Delia cut. "Delia's coming home, huh. Sorry to bother you, Dirga." The girl had already retreated a foot one step, about to turn around. "Wait, wait. This ... ." Dirga was confused as to what to explain. Delia must have misunderstood. "You go home first, yeah. I'll call you back later. About that, you don't worry I must be responsible" whispered Dirga to the woman who accompanied him before Delia came. "OK, Honey. Don't forget you," the woman's response was spoiled. He moved the phone in his hand to his ear. He gestured for Dirga to contact him again. Dirga just nodded faintly. After that, the crossbred woman boldly kissed Dirga's cheek and then left. The woman dressed in less material stepped her legs closer to Delia. He smiled as he reached the right side of Delia. "So, you're Dirga's wife?" There was nothing wrong with the question about Delia. However, at the end of his sentence as if he was insulting the village girl who is now legitimately the wife of Dirga. Not only whimpering, even the gaze of the eyes of— which again did not understand Delia—bermanik hazel it could not be separated framing every curve of Delia's body. "That kayak gini .. choice of Sultan Bagaskara? Ck ck!" He's clucking. "Here you go, enjoy your misery, silly girl!" whispered, raining down on Delia's defense. Delia almost heard the sentence of the foreign woman. 'Stupid base!' her swear words made Delia almost shed tears. However, quickly, Delia re-energized her heart. *** Happy. After the woman's death, none of Delia or Dirga started the conversation. Almost ten minutes passed, which Dirga did only pay attention to Delia's appearance. The girl wears a sweet pink dres. Her hair was no longer straight but wavy curls. However, stick with the black color is very jet. The makeup on Delia's face was simple, but very attractive in Dirga's eyes. Delia so look sweet with a little hue on the cheeks and lips applied Peace colored lipstick. Do not forget the firm eyebrows that he has, now it looks more neat. Not to mention Delia's lashes that flirt, especially when the girl blinked her eyes. Dirga cleata approaching. His gaze was straight on Delia's face. Exactly two steps away, Dirga stopped. Again not a word. "Mas ... Dirga!" reprimand Delia. Waving her hands right in front of Dirga's face. "Heum .. yes! Beautiful," said Dirga spontaneously. "W-what, Mas?" Dirga was wrong. "No, that's .. eum." His hand rubbed his nape and pointed towards the door. "Friends of Dirga are beautiful." "Friends?" Dirga smiled knot. "Yes, that was Mas Dirga's friend, wasn't it?" Delia speculated with all her innocence. Dirga then sat down on the sofa and told Delia to sit next to him. Dirga reached into his pants pocket, looking for the whereabouts of his phone. "That was .. her name was Angel" said Dirga. His fingers were busy playing on the screen of his sophisticated objects. I don't know what Dirga did. It might as well send a message to the girl named Angel. "Angel." Dirga nodded. "Name's good. Mas Dirga's friend?" "D-yes." Nervous Dirga. He put his phone back on the table. Dirga glanced at what Delia had brought. "That's what?" Delia smiled before finally opening the paper bag. "Say Mama, this is Mas Dirga's favorite cake." "Oh, huh?" She was excited to welcome what Delia brought for her. The two enjoyed a cake together after an office boy delivered two cups of tea. Not to forget, Dirga also asked his secretary named Sinta not to disturb him and Delia, also to temporarily cancel his work schedules. "De," call Dirga. The thin-faced man further tightened his body, approaching Delia. "I really didn't think you could be this pretty, De." Delia blushed. The girl was wrong. Several times he fixed his hair bangs behind his ears just to hide his nervousness. "Mama made it like this, Mas. Delia, actually, is not comfortable," said Delia. "Why? Beautiful knows. By the way, you ... earlier ... ." She sat down, her legs crossed on the sofa. Dirga's hand stroked Delia's hair before continuing her sentence. "So, don't you feel what? Look at me same Angel." "Well, I wonder what it is?" Delia asked back. "Jealous or what?" "Eum .. how, yeah. Delia was ordinary, Mas. It's just temen, right?" Delia's plain, or just pretending not to understand, anyway? Inner Dirga. I hugged Angel, but she didn't react. Dirga kept her hand away from Delia's ear. Her mood turned irritated when she found out Delia really did not feel jealous. "You want to stay here long?" ask Dirga indifferently. "Delia doesn't know." He shook his head slowly, his black bead twitched twice with a grin, revealing a row of white teeth. Again and again, Dirga was made by the woman beside him. "Yeah, Deliaaa! You don't know. Is there no other answer, other than a head gnaw." Dirga snorting. "Lunch, yuk!" bring later. Dirga stood up first before hearing what Delia answered. "Mas, I just ate cake, not full." "Wow, cake? Your tongue says 'Cake'. Do you speak English, De?" Dirga bent back his body in front of Delia who was still sitting in a herd. Dirga's face was so close to Delia, that the girl rewinded her head to hit the back of the sofa. "Bi-can, a little," he said nanap. "Ma-Mas, what do you want, Mas Dirga?" Delia pushed slowly on Dirga's shoulder using her index finger. Dirga snatch, clasping Delia's fingers possessive. His gaze framed every line of Delia's face, full of cravings. Dirga again sat on Delia's right side. His other hand stroked Delia's cheek. Creeping up to the nape of the girl's neck. Delia begins to misbehave by Dirga's treatment. Delia's round eyes blinked. Her lips were slightly open and it was like giving Dirga a chance, in fact, Delia just wanted to say something, but it was too late. Dirga had already managed to reach Delia's honey lake. Kissing greedy. So aggressive that Delia was overwhelmed. The girl of course could not keep up with Dirga. Actually, he is indeed an adult man who has been very pro— in terms of conquering women. Regardless of the principle that is reluctant to be tied to the relationship. Dirga ventured to touch Delia. No matter how innocent the village girl was, there was no way she didn't know the meaning of a marriage. Think Dirga. For him, especially if it is not giving pleasure. Although before, Dirga was afraid if she had to ruin Delia's future, but her male instinct just appeared to see Delia as beautiful as an angel. "God!! Sorry, Mister. Well how is this? Sorry, sorry. I forgot, sorry." Dirga activities were forced to halt by Sinta's screams. The secretary opened the door without knocking first. Damnit. Dirga was enjoying what he delayed last night. Sinta came in a surprise and the woman just ran away after disturbing Dirga. "G ... SINTARANI NUGRAHA!! Want me to fire you?" furious Dirga. "Sorry, Sir!" The secretary's permission from the outside made Delia aware of what had just happened. She lowered her head, biting the lips that had just come into contact with her husband's. "It's not a dream, is it?" mummified Delia. "Sorry, yes, De. Sinta emang fidget." Dirga's sentence breaks Delia's daydream. "That's okay, Mom. Cumans ... Delia's shy of this being Mas Dirga's secretary." "Here, just cut it." Dirga was already standing, tidying up his suit stelan. "Let's have lunch, yuk! We can continue at home later." Whisper Dirga successfully made Delia— body that just stood next to Dirga— back stiffened. "You want to, right?" "I-iya, Mom. Delia is lager again. Let's eat!" "Astagfirullah, it's not 'want' that means." Dirga rubbed his neck rough. "Yes, eat first. Later if you are full I will eat you, Delia," he grumbled.