FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 23 The Honeymoon

Before going to bed I called Mom and Dad. They were happy to hear I was going to honeymoon in Bali with my husband.

[Vi,... Learn to be a good wife huh? Always remember your mother's advice. Be a wife to be proud of!]

That's what my mom always said at the end of the conversation.

Hhh... Makes me feel embarrassed. Like a new kid, who always has to be told this and that.

Mama Tasya drove us to the airport. Brought my mini suitcase into the airport hall. While Delan went to the information room to make sure the plane that will take us to the island of Bali.

After checking in and getting a boarding pass, we waited in the waiting room for a while.

And as nature blesses, our honeymoon journey is waged by the Almighty.

The island of Bali is so beautiful with its distinctive ornaments make me like a tacky person for the first time.

These eyes look right and left all the way to villa om Lordess in Ubud. Paddy fields with a stunning sanded system, making my respiratory tract feel healthier because it breathes afternoon air away from pollution.

"Cool huh?"

I jerked. Shocked and embarrassed, beside me sat my husband who was also busy with a camera in his hand. Capturing every precious moment we passed.

"Banget!" my answer is short but satisfied.

This eye again melalap scenery outside the vehicle that took us because it is a pity to be missed just like that.

We are two people who are one, now. But.. it is not as easy as turning the palm to build a relationship without a sweet prefix anyway.

Either I'm too prestigious, or maybe also delan mas very indifferent attitude. Making a honeymoon that should be sweet is just something fun for us.

Upon arrival at the villa, it turns out the owner has gone because of the busy work. So, it was just me and Delan alone along with his managers who are now free to do anything.

The swimming pool and Jacuzzi became our first place of reflection after a daily half tired on the way.

"Vi! Let's go swimming!"

I'm so happy. Bali is truly a paradise in my eyes now. Makes me forget about time and forget myself.

We play water like five-year-olds. Chasing each other, running around and fun splashing the refreshing warm pool water. Till...

"Revelation, Vi!!!"

Srooot, bushel. Byuurr...

I slipped and darted into a swimming pool that was three meters deep.

"AAagh... Ma-maaas!!"

I panicked, trying to scream because I couldn't swim well. But the more I flap this leg, the deeper my body is drawn to the bottom of the pool. Me, drowning.

Byurr...

Delan immediately jumped at me. Pulls me fast to the shallower side of the pool.

I who was afraid to gasp back to breathe my leg because I have survived death.

After seeing my pale white face from almost drowning, Delan finally laughed while shaking his head.

"Say you can't swim! So-sookan ngajak match everything, just now!" lead him with a grinning smile.

"I can swim in the pool half a meter, mas! But if the meter goes up... directly shock me, mas!"

"Just call my name when we're together and there's no Mama!" he said, holding my head softly.

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Why my heart is this? Ticking like a tambourine drum that was sown when Delan's hand touched my head gently?

"Can't I call you 'Mas'?"

"Don't, if there's an element of coercion!"

"Why? You don't like me calling 'Mas'?"

I'm stunned.

Our age is not much different. My husband is only five months older than me. But his maturity embarrassed me.

He's a rich kid. Accustomed to enjoying the abundance of luxury. Different from me who is a child of ordinary people. Even still remembered, at the age of seven years.we and our family had to move rent here and there before Dad was able to build a private residence for me and Mom.

But the attitude and nature of Delan is like a person who has gained a lot of life experience.

My husband is really mysterious. The whole thing made me even more interested in getting to know him more deeply. Although it's been four years since I knew Mas Delan at the college.

"Buck...!"

Delan looked at me. Staring into my eyeball as if looking for a justification there.

"Why still call 'Mas', Vi?" tanyakanya.

"Because I like it! Because it sounds more polite and also more friendly!"

Mas Delan. Picking his fingers while smiling shyly.

"Not because of Mama Tasya's request as well, I called you 'Mas'! But I'd better respect you more because you're my husband!"

"Do you not regret marrying me, Vi?"

"Why ask that?"

"Because I'm honestly scared. I'm a man, but my fear is so great!"

"Fearful? Scared what, Mas?"

"Fear you just think our marriage is just a contract on paper just like a contract marriage in general."

I am confused by his words. But daring to speak because my eyes caught the gloomy aura on Delan's face. And I was just amazed to see the silhouette of her beautiful reflection exposed to the twilight light.

The sun began to slowly sink towards its quarrel.

Our conversation ended up hanging here because it was me who did not dare to continue the slightly sensitive conversation.

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The night began to spread its darkness. The silent atmosphere was quiet, even quietly ambushed in the chest.

Mas Delan himself seemed fun to enjoy this silence without intending to invite me and into his daydream.

He just sat on the terrace of the villa with a cup of hot chocolate and also a cake served in a beautiful glass jar.

While I was sitting on a wicker swing that was available not far from where he was sitting.

In the soft music of the antique gramophone that Cemen plays. Cemen is the manager of the villa trusted by Lordess.

This place belongs to his cousin Mama Tasya Jessica, the Lordess om. He is a travel businessman, widower without children aged 40 years and indeed prefers to live in the quiet city of Ubud rather than the frenetic big city.

I don't know what's wrong with her marriage to have to bear the title of widower. I haven't seen her face in person because I haven't met her either. Even the photos though, I did not meet plastered all over the room of this villa. Only pictures of paintings adorn each wall.

Therefore, there is a curious tickle in this heart about the identity of the Lordess. While the life of Herdilan Firlando itself is still not fully known.

I looked at Delan who was caught staring at my face as well. Both of our eyes met unintentionally. And reflexively we turned our faces away from each other in shame.

A few minutes later we laughed. Laughing at our own stupidity that looks geeky with the bashful behavior of cats.

Dinner that bi Kurni and mbak Clon made finally became the adhesive of our estrange from earlier.

The five of us including Cemen ate together without any restrictions.

I am happy to see Delan enjoying the company of the villa administrators unlike in his big house who did not want to level his position as a master child with his ART.

I don't know, this arrogance is a little hard for me to accept. Because I don't want to see Mas Delan underestimate his ART and don't want to see and stand together like this.

For me, Home Assistant is just a job status. It remains the same, humans too. Who eats rice and side dishes like his master.

So there is no harm in familiar and mingling with the managers who work. That's my opinion.

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