Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 8

Sinless

"Aw!! Sick, Ma," whined Dirga, rubbing his ear that had just got a gift in the form of a jewel from his mother. Dirga just arrived home. He's going upstairs. His tired body was demanding to be rested. However, the anger of the mother made him stop climbing the stairs. Now, his ears even felt extremely hot. "Where does it hurt compared to Delia who raped you again with that woman, Dirga?" shouts Rima. His hands continued to twist the ears of the son merely wayang. His frustration has not gone away. "Here, do you know where to try? Delia ngadu?" "No! Mom is waiting for him to talk. But when he finished dinner, he didn't say anything." Earlier, Delia came home after finishing lunch with Dirga. She was sent home while her husband returned to the office on the grounds that there was still work. Rima urged Delia to tell him everything that happened in the office. However, what Rima heard from her driver did not come out of her daughter-in-law's mouth at all. "Delia's too good. Maybe if the other girl who became mama's daughter-in-law, mama was dizzy with her complaints about your behavior, Ga." Rima threw her body on the sofa of the living room. Back to her original position who was enjoying a television show with her husband—Sultan Bagaskara— before Dirga came. "Here you!" rima rhyme. Ask Dirga to sit next to him. "Don't be fierce, Ma. Dirga will run, you know." The Sultan teases Rima, his hand grabs the television remote, moving the channel of his previous show to the news channel. Sultan Bagaskara chuckled when he saw his wife snorting. Especially when you find Dirga stepping lazily with his face bent. "here, Ga. Same with papa. If the same mother will get a jewel again," said Sultan while patting the empty place next to him. According to Dirga, he sat next to his papa after glancing at his mother who was still pouting. "Will not be Jewer Dirga too, right?" ask the father. "You feel wrong, don't you? If you don't, yeah, you don't have to be afraid, do you?" The sultan threw a question, knocking Dirga who immediately gulped. "Ah, same Mama, I was. Papa if angry is more cruel." Dirga had already stepped up to move to Rima's side. However, his steps stopped when Sultan Bagaskara had already pulled the shirt on the back of Dirga. "Ah, Dad." "Do you know what the consequences are? When did you become an adult, Dirga. A little" the Sultan complained. "It's Dirga why are you a defendant like this, anyway? Aye, okay! Dirga apologized. But I swear, it wasn't Dirga who took Angel to the office. He himself came, Dirga was shocked." Dirga finally admitted what his mistake was. However, the Sultan was not satisfied with what his son said. "Not only that, you also canceled meetings as good as that, right?" Dirga closed his eyes. Hurriedly he moved to Rima's side, asking for protection before the Sultan was wrathful. "Ma, please! I didn't meet because of Angel, you know. The meeting was eleven o'clock before lunch, but, right, Delia kept coming, Dirga's time living alone. Yeah, right, Dirga's not wrong, is he, Ma?" his sister, asking for a defense from the mother. "You know, Ga. I'm an adult too, ashamed of Delia." Rima caught the thin plan Dirga who was already laying his head on his lap. Still the same as always, spoiled. Every time he was negligent in his work, the Sultan would lecture Dirga and the mere child of the puppet would have sought his protection. "Yes is there! Meet your wife. Let mama talk to your papa." Rima patted the top of Dirga's head. Tell him to go to the room immediately. "But you've had dinner, haven't you?" rima asked before the boy got up. "Udah dong, Ma," replied Dirga, lazy. Rima let out a rough breath. His hands grabbed Dirga's hair, anxious with Dirga's childish behavior. "Eating out the night, anyway, Ga. Don't repeat! Starting today, you should be home before seven p.m. Hear it!" Dirga snorting. "There's work, Ma." "You already have a wife, Ga. Suck it!" Rima warned her son. If not like that, Dirga often neglect. The boy could have wandered all night. "Yes, yeah, yeah." Dirga rose from the lap of the mother. "To the room, ah. Want to find Dirga's cute, beautiful wife." Dirga moved his eyebrows towards Rima. "OK, Ma. He said he wanted a grandson. Print it out!" He kissed his mother before moving on. "Bye, Pah." "The kid." The Sultan shook his head. The focus still remains the same, on the faithful television on. "Papa's Kayak, tuh," said Rima. "Who said, Mama, tuh, that's it." Sultan dodged. Rima hissing. "By the way, it used to make him how, anyway, mama forgot. Absurd so son. Mang Kasim said he was again the same woman. On the bench, Pah. Ih, if mama becomes Delia, mama already slapped it Dirga. Mama's pulling the girl's hair, mama's beating her," Rima's cerocos, pissed. He moved to the side of the Sultan. Her hands were pounding her husband's thighs. "Don't do what, Ma. Papa's pain." *** Step Dirga gontai enter the room. Open the door, lazy. However, once inside, Dirga's eyes turned twinkle. The sight of someone sleeping on the bed made him come back excited. He whistled near the place where his wife was. Delia was closing her eyes, a blanket covering her waist. The girl sleeps sideways to the direction Dirga is coming from. From the position of Dirga it is not seen whether Delia just overslept or has gone back to the dream realm. Meanwhile, what Dirga saw and made his focus focused on was the clothes that Delia was wearing. Thin nightclothes with a small strap on his shoulder. "Wow! This prey mah," said Dirga again whistling, teasing. Dirga was getting closer, but there was no movement from the girl. Dirga looked at Delia's face. His wife closed her eyes, either sleeping or pretending, Dirga did not know. He just looked at the clock on his wrist, it was ten in the evening. "just fine. Delia must be tired, all day outside the house," murmured Dirga. His hand rubbed the side of Delia's face. Stroking the hair full of affection, tucking it behind the ears. Dirga was just about to go to the bathroom. However, her net caught the twisting of Delia's eyelids. He was sure the girl had not fallen asleep, but was just pretending. Dirga cleared her throat, but Delia still closed her eyes. "Don't pretend, De. I know you haven't slept." Dirga stood by the bed. His fingers unbuttoned the shirts one by one. "Delia open your eyes!" No, there is no response. "Come, De. Continue in the office. Wanna?" There's still no movement. Dirga closed her face to the side of Delia's cheek. Her lips almost touched her ears. "Sin, loh, nolak husband," whispered Dirga. Delia was still on her defense. "Sleep really, huh?" Dirga's palm shook in front of Delia's face. "Yes, take a shower, yeah. Don't pretend to be asleep!" He stepped his foot into the bathroom. His heart is in flowers. Dirga was sure Delia would not refuse 'to serve him tonight. However, suddenly Dirga came back out with all u****n. "Delia, wake!" loud shouting. "Delia don't lie to you! The bathroom stinks, wake you up! Bersihin!" Dirga is still insistent. "What, anyway, Mas. Delia was sleepy," the girl complained as she yawned. "Look, you haven't slept, have you?" Dirga was sitting on the side of the bed watching Delia's face. "Eum .. already, really. Delia didn't know when Mas Dirga was coming" Elak Delia. "Mas Dirga why are you screaming?" "Why did you say? That stinky bathroom, what do you eat, anyway?" Delia's back yawning. The palms cover his mouth. Before the girl replied, Delia first grabbed a glass filled with mineral water. "Heh, his people answered him, Delia," furious Dirga. He found his wife's attitude relaxed. "Stay, dong. Thirsty, here. Why?" delia asked as if she did not understand. "Bau, yes, the bathroom. Delia forgot, just a little bit. Abis ate pete." The girl nodded. Showing his neat white teeth. A truly sinless face. Dirga gawking. "Pete?" "Yes." Yeah." "When?" Dirga got up from her seat, standing watching Delia's gontai steps towards the bathroom. "When do you eat pete, and how can anyone cook pete in this house?" "So morning, Mas. Before snacking with Mama Rima." Delia turned her head towards Dirga before entering the bathroom. Her lips went forward a few milliseconds when she said the word 'ngemol'. "Before the office, De?" "Yes." Yeah." "Before we ... kiss?" "I, yes," replied Delia—a little doubtful, but sounded loud—from inside the bathroom. "Buset. I nyium she abis eat .. idih." Dirga rubbed her lips. "Curtain!" Screaming disgust. In the bathroom, Delia poured a lot of water. Rubbing the floor using a disinfectant with citrus fragrance so that the unpleasant odor is no longer smelled. Not to be missed, the closet also he cleaned. Delia completely forgot that Dirga was anti with the aroma of petai fruit that she ate. The urine if you eat the food must smell. He forgot to clean it well. Although for Delia not so smelled. However, it may be different from the senses that Dirga has. Very incisive. Delia came out while Dirga was still rubbing her lips. "Why, Mas? Disgust, huh? But my mouth doesn't smell, does it?" Delia again showed that plainly annoying smile. "Not to grin! Slovenly!" Delia laughed crisply. His hand waved at the passing Dirga, returning to the bathroom. "That's a kid why did it turn out that way, huh? Usually calm. Embarrassedly. Why so often grinned the horse," muttered Dirga as soon as he closed the bathroom again. His shoulders lifted, astonished to find Delia's strange demeanor.