Ceo Married the Village Girl

CHAPTER 9

Second Night

"Now, my dear?" "So!" Delia chuckled softly. "Yes, no, Delia bobo. Good night, Dirga." Delia covered her body with a blanket. Lying on Dirga's back. After taking a bath at night, the man looked much fresher. I don't know what he's done until he's almost an hour out of the bathroom. "Delia," call Dirga. "Nr ... Delia." Dirga approached Delia, making sure that the girl had indeed fallen asleep. Dirga's face was only a few centimeters away from Delia's side. Dirga rubbed his wife's cheek. "Well, I can't bear to and still don't dare to do more with this girl" Dirga murmured. "Good bobo, yeah. You are actually beautiful. But ...." The ringing of the mobile phone voice diverts Dirga's attention. He hurriedly received the call before the sound grew noisy and disturbed Delia's sleep. Dirga put the sophisticated object in his ear, slightly away from the bed. "Why?" ketus Dirga on his interlocutor across there. "I was from your place this afternoon, you see. Now, what else?" "Can't, it's late. I'm tired." Dirga hung up the phone, upset. His hands tightly clenched. "Damn!" dirga Overestimate. The phone he threw on the couch. In a hurry Dirga took the jacket and car keys. Snatch the phone back, then leave. Dirga four-wheeled vehicles again split the streets of the Capital City which still feels crowded. In fact, it was almost midnight. Dirga occasionally grabbed hair, frustrated. He didn't want to see someone who called him this late. However, the threat was very annoying. Inevitably Dirga had to leave as well. Dirga deflects the speed of his vehicle right in an apartment. He got out after parking his car. Step into the apartment lobby, then wait for the elevator to open for its turn. Arriving in front of one of the units, Dirga pressed the bell. Before long, someone from inside opened the door and immediately hugged Dirga. Legs, reaching out to Dirga's lips. Bringing him into the unit without removing the pagutan. "Are you h?" dirga asked as soon as the two finished the first session. "Yes, Honey. I want to again. I miss you" he said, flirting. "Son Angel, get off! I can't, I'm not in the mood tonight." Dirga pushed the woman's body slowly away. Honestly, he was not interested in touching Angel, no matter how cute he was. "Come, Ga. Don't keep pushing, why, anyway? Or maybe, you just abis maen the same village woman. Yes, Ga?" "Angel, do I need to remind you? She had a name, her name was Delia, not a village woman," said Dirga, not liking the name Angel for Delia. "And, yes, even if I'm with her, it's legal, she's my wife." "Owh, wife?" Angel grieving. "When have you been committed, Dirga? Didn't you refuse when I wanted to marry you?" Dirga turned away as Angelica cupped her cheeks together. Gown it, kiss her lips. Angel is so aggressive. He will not stop until his wish is fulfilled. Angel pushed Dirga to the sofa. The woman almost got back into action. "I can't." Dirga got up, distanced himself from the lustful woman. "I have to go home." "Well, whoa, whoa. Can a dirga man change so quickly? Why, Ga? Because of that village girl? That's so great of him" said Angel. Throwing tanya in a row. "You asked to come just for this? Sampe threatened everything." Dirga shakes in disbelief. To be honest, he only wanted to play for once with a woman like Angel. However, due to his current state, Dirga was forced to be bound. Angel who claimed to be pregnant by him began to demand a lot. "Korong dong, I miss the father of my baby." "It wasn't my son, was it?" Dirga. He still strongly doubts the reality. "Ga, I told you. I'm not playing with another guy after you." "After, earlier? Don't be holy! You're the same as me," said Dirga. "Dirga! Yeah, okay. I may have played with others before, but after the same you did not. And my gestational age is calculated according to the first time we met at the club, I invited you to this apartment." Yes, the multi-storey residence that Angel occupies is one of Mahadirga's units. He allowed the woman to stay there from night, where she was heavily drunk and spent time with Angel. Angel became one of the women who often dirga dating. And by far, Angel is the most different. However, for some reason tonight, it feels like Dirga is not interested at all. "Now tell me, why do you want to marry that Delia, and I don't?" cecar Angel, feeling Dirga continued to avoid he also turned to be upset. "Delia's different, she won't be as demanding as you" Dirga replied. "Oh, yeah. Nothing yet, you already want me to be with him. You knew me first. And I'm the only one who can make you happy, Ga." Dirga. Down, supporting the head with both hands resting on the knees. "Women are demanding it's natural, Dirga. Come on, you're not stupid to be fooled by her innocent face. I'm sure he'll soon show his true nature. Maybe it's worse than me. More bar-bars. Don't let you refuse me." Dirga is still silent. Not a single word came from his lips. Is it true what Angel said? Her thought. Given the attitude of Delia earlier who was a little brave to make Dirga almost justify what Angelica said. If Delia who was yesterday just lowered her head while biting her lips, what happened earlier was not so. Delia smiled more often. Once weaving lips, even teasing Dirga before going to bed. Offered him something delayed. "Why silence? It's true what I said. Did the second night he already show his true nature?" Dirga is still flirting with Angel's speculation. "After getting the affection of papa and your mama he became brave." Right, but, no! Inner Dirga. Delia had asked him to joke before tonight. When he put a tie. Maybe it is fun, just because it has not been so familiar with each other, Delia becomes more quiet. Might as well. Think Dirga. He rose, to pass without further poking Angel's words. "Delia had just lost her father, so it was only natural that she became sad and reserved. Maybe it was fun, fun to joke. Don't know, do you?" dirga Mummings. Shrugging his shoulders, then completely leaving behind Angel who kept shouting his name. *** At 02.30 Delia woke up. He took out the blanket that covered his body. The uninhabited side. Where did her husband go? Delia rubbed her face. Turn to the right and to the left. Looking at all the corners, there was no Dirga there. Delia's feet dropped, resting on the cold floor. His mouth was still a few times. "Mas!" call Delia. There is no lawfulness. Delia's legs swung towards the window. Peering from the gap there knew Dirga was daydreaming on the balcony. But it is impossible, Delia thought. The door leading to it was tightly closed and locked. "Where's Dirga going, huh?" Delia decided not to look for her husband anymore. He prefers to continue his intention. Delia went into the bathroom to get some water. As always, an activity Delia never misses. Sunna salad. Delia still remembered her father's message not to leave the service. Always remember God anytime and anywhere. Unfeeling, Delia's tears flowed. Recalling the events of that day as his life turned 180 degrees in an instant. If only his father were still there. Delia was sure she would be happy. The girl rubbed her face. After praying, he offered a holy verse. Sending prayers to the one who is gone. Delia recalled one message her father had delivered before taking her last breath. That, Delia must sincerely live her new life. "Dad said Delia can't blame anyone. Dad said Delia don't fuck up Mas Dirga. But maybe, if you don't save Mas Dirga, you're still on Delia's side now." Delia was still sitting cross-legged. Hugging the scriptures while shedding tears. "Dad said, a good husband, must have a soul like a father, because the father is first love for a daughter. But Delia, Delia did not see all of that in Mas Dirga," muttered Delia. Swiped his face back. Delia stood up to reopen the face she was wearing. Two lashes are enough to calm him down. Although occasionally the shadow of his father still dance in wishful thinking. Delia was surprised as soon as she turned around. There was Dirga behind him standing. "Lho, Dirga, from earlier?" ask Delia. Dirga cleared his throat before answering. He slammed his body sitting on the edge of the bed. "No, really. Just now, just really nyampe when you're done," lied Dirga. It has actually been standing for a long time. Hearing all of Delia's complaints. He felt more guilty afterwards. Because, he caused Delia to lose her father figure now. "Where's Dirga gone?" ask Delia again. "From below" replied Dirga. "Well, go back to sleep." Dirga Command. Asking Delia to resume her delayed sleep. "It's okay, Mom. Delia is not sleepy anymore. But Mas Dirga was exhausted from below, below where, from the outside, huh?" I don't know since when Delia started asking so many questions. "No." "From the outside, of course. If you're just downstairs, why bring a jacket?" Dirga glanced at the jacket draped in his arm. Also true. A ridiculous alibi. Dirga smiled, not because his lies were known. Except because, found Delia who began to pay attention to small things. "You looking for me, De?" Delia chuckled softly. "Yes. But, by the way, it's formal, Mas. After the governor's meeting, huh?" Dirga shook his head, his lips did not stop smiling now. "It's only our second night in one room, right?" "Yes, then?" "Eum .. no." Dirga rubbed the nape of the neck. Get out of bed, keep a jacket on the couch. He moved to change clothes. While Delia, go out of the room. "Did he deliberately avoid?" Dirga smiled to himself. "But .. I quite like the present Delia. Delia who not only looked down as I looked at her," muttered Dirga.