Look at me, Delilah

Paris

Eventually, Delilah and Nayaka arrive in Paris. Both were headed to a hotel that had been booked to rest. Delilah first laid herself on the bed, while Nayaka was busy looking for apartments in the region through advertisements on the internet.

"Darling, should we move to the city of Nantes? There the cost of living is cheaper," Nayaka said.

Living in a metropolitan city like Paris requires a high cost of living. In a small town like Nantes, the cost of living is somewhat cheaper. Nayaka can rent a simple house or apartment with money from his work.

"Cannot. We have to stay in Paris. The course is here. I pay the rent annually. Don't worry," said Delilah.

Delilah plans to take a course so that his family believes that while in Paris, he really learns. The cover will be used as a shield to hide her pregnancy.

Paris is coming in the autumn. That way, she can hide the pregnancy by wearing thick clothes. Delilah estimates she will give birth at the end of the winter.

"Let's take a look at this apartment. This is all I can get" Nayaka said, giving her the phone.

Delilah saw several apartments and facilities in it. The cheapest apartment is about eleven million per month if broken up. Not yet the cost of food, electricity, internet and transportation. For Delilah it was not a problem, but for Nayaka once again his pride was hurt. He will continue to live with Delilah.

"We choose only on Marais Street. Tomorrow we go look around. Now I sleep first. Very tired," said Delilah.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Nayaka.

"Search what you think is good. I want to eat anything."

"I went out for a minute to find food."

Delilah responded with deheman. Lay your head on the pillow, then pull the blanket up to the neck. Nayaka could only shake his head at that. Delilah was pregnant, but not pregnant. She does not crave like most pregnant women usually do.

Nayaka came out of the hotel room. He will walk around while looking for job vacancies for his next arrival. He will graduate after that back to Jakarta looking for a job there. I can't wait for that. He missed his homeland. With Delilah and her baby. They will live happily.

Bread is also a fruit that Nayaka can buy with the money he has. Two bottles of mineral water for both. Ready-to-eat food is so expensive and it is better to cook your own food. But they're in Paris. Nayaka can't cook food for her lover. The money Delilah gave her was there, but Nayaka wanted her baby to taste the food she bought with her sweat money.

By the time Nayaka arrived at the hotel room, Delilah had already woken up and taken a shower. Nayaka just gave her wheat bread and mineral water.

"I washed the fruit first" Nayaka said as she walked to the bathroom.

Delilah shook her head at the food Nayaka had bought. "I gave him money. Keep buying me this food with his own money."

Nayaka came out with a clean apple. He gave it to Delilah to eat while he was just looking.

"What do you want to be a beggar? Why not buy for you too?" delilah.

"No, really. I am still not hungry" said Nayaka, then took a bottle of mineral water and sipped it.

"Don't push yourself too hard, brother. I'm so sick of this shit."

Two whole wheat breads and three apples and two bottles of mineral water. That's all Nayaka bought. Especially for his girlfriend, while he was also hungry.

"Eat that bread. I order food at the restaurant only," said Delilah.

"Don't, Honey. Eat this bread let our children feel it too" Nayaka said.

"So, you bought this for your son?"

"Let him know his father's gift" replied Nayaka.

Delilah smiled. "Alright, but her father has to eat too. We just divide. I can't spend it."

Nayaka nodded then went to eat together. Finished eating together, Nayaka took the gift out of her pants pocket. A silver chain bracelet bearing the initials Delilah.

"Darling, I have a gift for you" said Nayaka.

"It's just a silver bracelet. I gave it to him sincerely."

Delilah laughed. "Sister, you're still shy. Don't be afraid of me. I won't be angry. Put it on my hand."

Delilah extended her hand. Nayaka happily put the bracelet on the lover's wrist. He dared to rub Delilah's flat stomach. Bending his head to be able to kiss him.

"What are you doing?" delilah.

Nayaka jerks. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to touch her."

Delilah laughs. "Yes, geez. I was just kidding. Do whatever you want. I'm your lover."

Nayaka smile. "Yes, honey."

There is always an apology. Nayaka was used to saying it from a tormented life. He can't do anything wrong otherwise his father will beat him. Nayaka is a victim of violence in the family. Although Delilah had given a lot of advice, Nayaka still acted like that.

"Son't clean first. I'll wait on the bed" whispered Delilah.

"You want more?"

"Our mingle in Paris. We can't miss this romantic moment, right?" delilah.

Nayaka nodded. "All right, I'll take a shower first."

Finished cleaning up, Nayaka served Delilah. He treated his lover so gently. Nayaka does not want to happen anything unwanted in the content of Delilah.

"Yes, Honey. A little strong," pinta Delilah.

Nayaka kissed her lips. "Pity our son, dear."

"I don't know why I always want you" said Delilah who again clenched Nayaka's lips.

Nayaka reversed their position. Delilah was on top and moving along with her body rhythm. Slowly, but crashing with both hands Nayaka cupped two sides of her tenderness.

Delilah fell on Nayaka's body. He reached. His legs are no longer able to support the body in a downhill movement uphill climbs. His breath was exhausted. Nayaka turned back the position. Take control of his release. Get out in a little bit fast.

"Happy?" ask Nayaka.

Delilah nodded. "Let me rest first."

Nayaka kissed her lover's forehead, then the kiss went down to Delilah's flat stomach. "Darling, all right in there. Sorry, yeah, Papa always shakes you."

"He asked" said Delilah.

Nayaka took Delilah in his arms. "Mama likes slander even though her mother is keen."

Delilah laughs. "really! I want to keep getting fucked by you. Maybe because of him too."

"Rest. Don't get tired."

"I'm tired and you're the cause said Delilah while laughing.

"I just follow my lover's request. Now, go to sleep" said Nayaka.

Delilah closed her eyes. Nayaka again landed a kiss on the lover's forehead. Then close your eyes until the dream takes over.

Seriate