Look at me, Delilah

Joint

Nayaka cupped both sides of Kyomi's cheeks. His daughter's eyes were red and the remains of tears on her sweet face. Nayaka then looked at Delilah as if he asked for an explanation why his favorite daughter could be sad.

"Don't blame me. You're the one who came late" said Delilah.

"Is that true, Kyomi? You're not used to it" said Nayaka.

"Kyomi is not naughty. Just miss the papa who didn't come."

"You can't calm your daughter down at all. You saw Kyomi. His eyes were swollen from crying."

"We'd better get upstairs soon" said Delilah who was unable to argue.

Nayaka went home to change clothes. After that, she followed Kyomi to Delilah's apartment. Just one day with her mother, Kyomi was already crying.

When he reached the apartment, Nayaka could only shake his head at the chaotic situation. Dolls were thrown anywhere and the sprinkling of rice was still scattered on the floor.

"When you grow up, Delilah" said Nayaka.

"You're blaming me constantly."

"You can't calm your son down in the slightest" Nayaka said. "Have my son eaten?"

"Kyomi won't eat" Delilah replied.

"God! Kyomi is a six-year-old and soon growing up, not a hard-to-feed baby. You can't take care of it at all" Nayaka said. "Clean this mess. I don't want my son to feel uncomfortable being here. Let me feed him."

"I showed you the kitchen space" said Delilah.

Nayaka told Kyomi to sit in her chair. While Delilah cleared their relaxing room. Nayaka ruffled her waist while looking at her daughter.

"What's this?"

"Just follow the acting in the movie Home Alone" Kyomi said.

"You fucked your mama?"

"No. Kyomi wants to see Papa soon."

"Recycle your food and don't do anything Papa doesn't like" Nayaka said. "I have to check the balcony door."

Nayaka left her daughter. Kyomi smiled, then he ate the salmon voraciously with the white rice that Delilah prepared.

"Make sure you never open the balcony door" Nayaka said.

"Why?" ask Delilah.

"There's your son here. Kyomi always wants to know everything. Lock the door and hide the key. Ah, this sofa is leaned against the door so that he can not get out," said Nayaka while pointing at the long sofa.

"Can too. So, this room became spacious."

Nayaka and Delilah began to arrange their home furnishings. Although Kyomi will spend the night in the apartment once a week, but safety must be considered.

"Have you had dinner?" ask Delilah.

"I ate first. You eat first. Let me continue with your work."

Delilah nodded, she moved towards the kitchen, and by then Kyomi was done eating dinner.

"Want to cut the fruit?"

"It's up to you" said Kyomi, who left immediately.

Delilah massaged his forehead. "When will she call me Mama?"

Kyomi hugged Nayaka. "Papa, we make scrapbook, yuk. He's bought Kyomi a lot of equipment."

"Mama, honey," said Nayaka.

"Yes, come on, let's make it."

Nayaka and Kyomi were sitting on the carpet. When the journal book opens, Nayaka cuts the colorful printing paper, while Kyomi gets the stick part.

"Add the color insulation," Nayaka said.

"But Kyomi wants to wear a flower sticker."

"Mama may join," rebuked Delilah who suddenly appeared.

"Sit down" said Nayaka. "We stick this paper together."

"Parents who help."

Delilah looked at Nayaka. "Your father is capable."

"Done," said Kyomi.

"There's an empty section, honey. How about this animal sticker?" ask Delilah.

"May, let Kyomi stick." Kyomi carefully clings to it. "So pretty. Please Papa's photo."

Nayaka nodded then photographed Kyomi's handmade work. After finishing making a scrapbook, the three play a game of snake ladder. Here the atmosphere begins to melt. Kyomi laughs when she defeats Nayaka.

"Papa must be punished" he said.

"Oh, no," said Nayaka.

"We're tickling Papa" said Delilah.

Kyomi nods, hugging Nayaka to avoid her. Delilah also embraced the two, like they were a happy family.

"Papa admitted defeat" said Nayaka. "It's night, Kyomi has to sleep."

"Kyomi still wants to play."

Nayaka shakes. "Kyomi has to sleep."

"Wash your feet and brush your teeth first" Delilah said.

"The company of Kyomi."

"Of course it's a sweet child" said Nayaka and Delilah together.

All three headed for the bathroom. Brushing your teeth and washing your feet. Delilah had indeed prepared everything for Kyomi and Nayaka to feel comfortable in her apartment.

"Kyomi just wants to be with Papa" he said.

Delilah was disappointed. He thought the game could win Kyomi's heart. Apparently not. His daughter did not easily turn away from the warmth of Nayaka all this time.

"I went to my room first" said Delilah, who soon passed.

Nayaka just looked at her. "Come, Kyomi. Show me your room."

"Next to his room."

Both walked into the room. Nayaka accompanied her daughter for a while. Read the story, teach the prayer until the child is asleep.

Nayaka came out with Delilah who had just finished her bath. Seen from the woman's damp hair because Delilah only makes half dry hair using a hair dryer.

"He's asleep?" ask Delilah.

"Yes, he's asleep. You have to be patient in dealing with it."

Nayaka walked towards the TV room, where they were playing. He sat on the sofa followed by Delilah.

"He didn't call me Mama, Brother."

Nayaka looked at the mother of her child. "Someday you'll hear it."

The two stared at each other, Delilah grabbed Nayaka's hand. Closer to the lips together. Nayaka clasped his hands behind Delilah's nape, deepening the kiss between them.

This was not the first time Delilah felt the warmth of her saliva-stained lips. However, the man who was pressing this tongue, the first one took everything from his body.

Desire rose, both of them fell lying on the sofa. Nayaka's hand so quickly slid into two unprotected sections. Delilah's heavy voice signified approval if the brash fingers gripped her. Open one by one the pajama buttons, swoop in until Delilah can feel the skin of the man's hand.

Nayaka kissed the bottom of the woman's chin. Tracing the front of Delilah's body. Making an unbearable desire of her, and Nayaka took a dip, letting Delilah resign over her warm, wet lips.

Inevitably, both of them do not want to stop the longing that has been harbored. Both of them forget what happened. Right now it is them. Two people who want to finish each other. Nayaka and Delilah both disarmed themselves. Wanting unity like the past.

Gently, Nayaka shifted Delilah's legs with her knees wide open. Placing himself on top of the woman's body, urged slowly, but surely until the whole entrance filled the cavity thirsty for touch.

Their lips fused together bodies clashing against each other. Without words, but both of them knew if this was the thing they had longed for.

Seriate

Scrapbook by Kyomi (photo by google)