Look at me, Delilah

Delilah And Angel

Incidentally, when Angel was gone, Nayaka came. A little troublesome indeed, let alone meeting Angel. But, how else? Nayaka should talk to his ex-wife. He would give anything as payment for the heartache he caused.

"Welcome, Sir." The servants saluted their Young Master.

"Get Angel here." Nayaka sat down on the sofa.

"Mrs ...."

Nayaka raised her hand. "I didn't get to tell you guys. She's not the lady in this house anymore. Angel and I are separated."

The waiter looked at each other in a wondering look. When did their employers split? I think both are okay. Yesterday Nayaka left without breakfast. Then, not coming home until this morning they came back to see his master. Then, Angel also came out with the suitcase in hand last night, and now Nayaka arrived and said the thing that made everyone shocked.

"Miss Angel said she wanted to take a vacation around Europe to calm down."

Nayaka's forehead creased, then he looked at the maid. "What did you say?"

"Miss Angel went on a vacation to Europe."

"When?" Nayaka was really shocked to hear that.

"Yesterday afternoon, sir. Madam went and said she wanted a vacation."

"Damn it! Europe?" Nayaka could no longer block his speech. He immediately got up from his seat, then to the main room.

Hearing that, Nayaka thought to one man, Delilah. Could Angel be seeing Delilah? Nayaka didn't want that to happen. First, he was afraid of heartache, Angel hurt Delilah, and vice versa. It might be nice if Angel and Delilah meet. At least, Delilah would know if he had separated from his second wife.

I don't know. Whatever it was, Nayaka wanted to see Delilah immediately. He was afraid that Angel would talk no-no, and then made Delilah not want to be with him anymore.

"Where's my bag?" Nayaka looks for bags that hold overseas departure documents. He didn't bring it to the apartment.

Nayaka ransacked the room, then called all the servants who cleaned the room to look for her bag. Where is that document? Kan, it can't just disappear.

"We didn't find it, sir." The waiter is afraid that Nayaka will get angry, but Nayaka's bag is not there.

"Master, here's the bag!" The female servant rushed to hand over the bag.

"Where did you get it?" ask Nayaka.

"Under Madam's bed, uh, Miss Angel."

Nayaka took the bag, then opened it. He cursed. Emotions peak. There was just ordinary paper there. The documents are gone, and Angel must have taken them or hidden them. Now, how should he meet Delilah in Switzerland? Taking care of that document can't be in an hour.

"How is this?" Nayaka lost his mind. In this moment, his brain could not think. "Call Delilah!"

Unfortunately, the video call was not connected. Media app with Delilah's phone handle logo, inactive.

"Where else, Delilah?" Nayaka massaged his forehead. Soon Nayaka typed a message for the mother of her child. He also contacted Omar to deliver a message, but did not connect. There's only a tick one. "Are they on their way home?"

It does. Kyomi and Omar are on their way home. Not just Kyomi, but the Reyhan and Diki families as well.

It was a busy morning for Delilah. Omar wants to go home because there's going to be an event. Delilah wanted to arrest Kyomi, but her daughter had to go to school.

Reyhan's family, meanwhile, want to head to England for a holiday together. Too bad Delilah can't come. Kanaka is too small to carry.

"Suddenly it became lonely" said Delilah, as she had let go of the princess and family. Omar and Reyhan's entourage went to the airport together. Their private plane was there with a pretty draining bag rental. But not for the conglomerates.

Delilah grabbed her cell phone. When you want to read the incoming chat, the phone from the new number appears. He picked it up, then spoke.

Phone disconnected. Delilah got up from her seat. "Santi Ma'am!"

"Yes, Miss."

"I'll drop Kanaka for a second. The milk's in the freezer. You know how to warm it up, right?"

Santi nodded quickly. "Yes, Miss."

"I'm gonna go for a minute."

Delilah. But, he kept the camera turned on to monitor the little Kanaka. Delilah changed clothes, tidied her hair, then left with a backpack on her shoulder.

He will go by subway to get to where the caller has promised. Delilah laughed in her heart. It looks like this is going to be the most exciting thing in his life.

It takes 45 minutes to get to downtown Zurich. Delilah headed for the five-star hotel that was there. He stared for a moment at the luxurious inn. Here, he will meet the sultan's wife.

Branded bags lying on the table. Glasses perched on the nose. Clothes, jewelry, and shoes are attached to all the outputs of the famous fashion.

Not wanting to mock, but what to show off. Angel must have stayed at this hotel. So, what is that bag for? Enough with the clucth. Then, the large glasses, just raised above the head to look elegant. Then the fur clothes. Where is this Angel going?

"Oh, I met the sultan's wife apparently." Delilah sat in front of Angel.

The sunglasses with the large frame were opened. Angel smilingly looked at Delilah, and she noticed the former honey's unusual appearance.

"You can get in here?"

"Something weird about why I came here? The person here, can see someone is rich from the face and how cool of a carrier it is." Delilah looked at Angel. "You're too tacky looking like this. You see people around you. They look ordinary. But, make no mistake, their pockets are all thick."

"Your mouth never changes."

"Where did you get my number, and what did you see me for?"

Obviously Angel has been planning this since Nayaka said he would be returning to Switzerland during the Kanaka event. Angel copied Delilah's number, and prepared the overseas departure document.

"I want to talk to you."

"You have spoken" said Delilah.

"Women's name, Delilah. I'm asking you, give me my husband back."

Delilah was silent at Angel's words. He blinked a few times, then laughed, and made visitors look at him.

"Geez!" Delilah shook her head. "Say one more time?"

"I asked my husband to return. Nayaka my husband!"

Delilah opened the backpack, then took out the compact powder. He's opening. "Here you see your face on this glass. I don't have a big mirror, but I think it's enough." The powder's closed. "Before you speak, have you glazed? You should talk to me like that?"

"You're separated. Why are you interrupting my married life, Delilah?"

"I'm returning that question to you. Why did you come into my household? Fellow lady, I want you to return my husband. My little friend. My lover. Everything back!" Delilah looked at Angel.

Angel gasped at hearing that. Delilah smiled meaningfully. Funny, very funny. This was even the most ridiculous thing Delilah had experienced in her entire life.

"I'm asking you, Angel. Leave my house immediately. It's enough I let you be there."

Angel jerks. "What do you mean?"

Delilah laughed dismissively. "Do you need to tell the facts? You're the most shameless woman I've ever known. What husband do you mean, huh? Nayaka has divorced you."

"That's not true!" Angel denied.

Delilah swiped her phone for a video call. He smiles. "Hello, Honey. Your ex is here. With me."

The phone was directed at Angel, and there Nayaka was in a state of rage.

"Where are my departure documents, Angel? You're hiding it."

"Quiet, Honey. I'll look for him."

Delilah swiftly took Angel's bag, and examined it. Angel shouted for help.

"Damn it!" delilah Oath.

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