Look at me, Delilah

In the Name of Love

Now that Nayaka was at a crossroads between loss or loss he saw a beautiful scene that had been truly presented before his eyes.

Not that he wanted to take one chance, but he liked the moment where Delilah was breastfeeding the little baby who was his son.

Nayaka admits he misses the big solid form because it is filled with asi. He often dyed it, even arguably almost every time when they were both in a state of getting along.

If he is angry, Delilah will unbutton his shirt. Treating herself like a baby until it continues on a scene that only adults know.

Unfortunately Nayaka can't enjoy that anymore. Even Delilah was now hurriedly grabbing the tissue to close the exposed sensitive part.

"You can't knock on the door first?"

From Delilah's tone of voice, Nayaka understood that the woman was upset with her who had just entered the room.

"Sorry, I'm just used to it."

Was this separation also a bridge between her? In a sense, Delilah limits what is allowed or not. Feels weird. Of those teenagers, Delilah never hid anything. Nayaka was content to look at the innocent form of her little lover until at the age where they slept together for the first time.

Delilah wants to answer Nayaka's words. It's just that Kyomi is beside him. He will not get angry or fight again because of the ex-husband who entered the room just like that.

"Had you drank?" Nayaka stepped onto the sofa, then landed her body beside Delilah. Precisely at the end of the little guy's head so he can wipe Kanaka's hair.

"Yet. Still hungry like that."

A very small baby. He's only been a few days. But Nayaka felt that the baby resembled her. A sharp nose and thick eyebrows. Her hair is black too.

"Look at her lips. You're asleep, but you still want milk." Nayaka menoel soft cheek Kanaka. He looked down, peeked at the baby's cheek which even made Delilah inching away.

"Sister, Kanaka is still nursing. I mean, you're so close to me." Nayaka's earlobes touch her sensitive front. That's why Delilah shifted a little.

"Why can't Papa be close to Mama? You guys are fighting again." Kyomi looked at the two with her face bent.

Delilah smiled. "No, Honey. Papa can be close to Mama. Only Kyomi's sister is still breastfeeding."

"Yes, Honey. Mama's right." Nayaka.

Delilah slightly turned her back on Nayaka. He broke away from the sleeping Kanaka. Then he faced the ex.

"You wanna hold it?"

"Of course," Nayaka replied as she extended her hand.

Nayaka couldn't bear to not kiss Kanaka's face. There was the scent of breast milk, Delilah's body, and it made Nayaka continue to shower his son with a kiss.

"Kanaka's gonna wake up, Papa." Kyomi has started to protest.

"Later Papa will take care that Kanaka wakes up."

"Come, Kyomi. Come with Mom to the kitchen. You want to eat, right?"

Kyomi nodded at Delilah's words. The two leave Nayaka with Kanaka.

"Little son, Papa." Once again Nayaka kissed her son's cheek. "Your mama didn't say you existed. Sorry Papa, yes, dear. Papa wasn't present when you were born."

Kanaka squirms in the cloth that wraps it, and Nayaka again kisses and hugs the baby.

His son's. His descendants from the woman who until now are still in the depths of his heart. Nayaka loves her, really, and nothing can change that.

"Sister, eat first." Delilah just walked in.

"Yes ...."

Delilah noticed that. When Kyomi was born, most Nayakas took care of her. He himself could not imagine that. A man takes care of a newborn baby. But now, he felt it too.

"Every two hours, you feed him, Del." Nayaka said as she patted her son's leg gently.

"I know."

"You want an exclusive Kanaka?" Nayaka looked at Delilah. He straightened his body, then walked closer.

"Well so. But Kanaka had to drink it through a bottle. I just want him to get used to it. You know, I'm a widow, and I have to work to support my children."

Insinuations again, even though what Delilah said today is true. Not thinking out. They are like two strangers.

"You are not a widow. We haven't officially parted ways."

Delilah's forehead wrinkled. "You mean?"

"We're still husband and wife. I never take care of the farewell letter."

"You can't move on from me, can you?" Delilah pulled one corner of her lips. "We are religiously separated."

"I was emotional back then and the talaq was illegitimate."

"Yes, whatever you say. For me, we are religiously separated. If the state hasn't authorized it, you take it easy. I can take care of it. You just sit down, and then you'll receive the official letter."

"I'm sorry, Del."

"Sister, I don't want to repeat the past. I'm happy now. I want to live with my children. I won't ask you anything."

"By selling those accessories?"

Delilah looked at her ex-husband. "I just want to prove that I deserve to be with the man I love. I want to see him regret having dumped me."

"I never threw you away."

"I'm guilty of you. I live my life like you used to. Simple life without any fancy stuff though. I've realized it. I was so cruel to you. I humbled you. Taking you for granted, even I played crazy with another man. I was wrong, Brother. I've realized.

"For that I let you go with him. You deserve to be with a woman better than me. He's more everything than me. He understands you, and I don't. He's satisfying, and I'm not. My nature. Only this aging face would be my plus."

"Don't go on, Delilah." Nayaka couldn't hear it. "I was wrong. I made a big mistake in bringing in another woman in our household."

Delilah shook her head. "If I were you, I would probably do that."

"No, Del. I didn't listen to your explanation. I'm ignoring you."

"Everything has happened and cannot be changed. Rather than hurt back, it's better to just run the life."

"You know how I feel, Del." Should Nayaka yell that he loves this woman standing in front of him? Delilah knew exactly where her heart was anchored.

"Then why, brother? Why don't you trust me in the name of love?" Delilah could no longer hold back her tears. "Why did you hurt me with your love?"

"Darling ...." Nayaka has a soft voice.

Delilah shook her head. "If you come to persuade me, I reiterate that I reject you. I don't want to live with you anymore."

"Sorry, Del." Nayaka wanted to hug, but Delilah dodged.

"I've erased Nayaka's name in my heart."

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