Look at me, Delilah

Demand for Responsibility

Nayaka vented all the tension that had bound her these few days on the apartment room she was currently occupying. On a mattress with white sheets. To the beautiful body of Delilah who dodged in a thick blanket.

"I miss you" said Delilah, burying her face in the groove of Nayaka's shoulder.

The words were covered with murmurs and caresses in the hair. Delilah looked up, she frowned when she saw the color of the lover's face. The man's body was close to her, but Nayaka's mind went nowhere.

"What do you think?" ask Delilah.

Nayaka looked at him. "Marriage is all that matters."

In that instant, Nayaka sat up and Delilah inching to pull the blanket over her innocent body. Nayaka looked serious, and probably also because of his family's remarks earlier.

"We just get married and the prescription can be postponed first" said Delilah.

"I just realized that the woman I love is indeed a child of a distinguished family. You're right, maybe this is why you hid our relationship. I feel unable to make you my wife" Nayaka said.

"Now will no longer. I don't care about other people's talk. We should get married soon. No need for expensive dowry. Just a ring is enough, as long as our relationship is legitimate."

Nayaka looked at her lover. "You sure?"

"Married, right, it's my business. I will also take part in my marriage. We will only invite important relatives and colleagues. We have a sacred and more intimate marriage with the family."

"Thank you" said Nayaka.

"Make what?"

Nayaka embraced Delilah's shoulder, landing a warm kiss on the woman's cheek. "You gave me a solution to my worries tonight."

"When we do this, you're worried about marriage. I want to spend the night with you."

"You're with me." Nayaka landed a kiss on the lips.

"Even this will ruin both of us."

Nayaka took Delilah down, oppressing the woman once more. Put down the blanket that protects the beautiful body, then taste it for a second time tonight.

"Sister," said Delilah lirih when Nayaka managed to hit his body.

The urge was loud and fast, making the white-skinned body tremble violently. The vague murmur of the two lips clashed against each other, simultaneously bumping into two different types of bodies.

Delilah was unable to withstand her drowsiness from such a draining activity. Nayaka has not closed his eyes. He remembered the conversation while at Reyhan's residence.

"Kyeomi!" exclaimed Nayaka, who had just arrived at Reyhan's house.

The boy immediately ran to embrace Nayaka. "Where's the papa taken?"

"No, Honey. Papa is here. Sorry, yes, Papa didn't come home in time" Nayaka said. "Kyomi's fine here, right?"

"Kyomi is sad" he said.

"Kan, there's Mama" Nayaka said.

Kyomi turned to look at Delilah who was beside Nayaka. "Yes, there he is, grandma and grandpa."

Deheman's voice breaks Nayaka's intimacy with his daughter. The tension was suddenly present at the sight of the sturdy figure standing with the beautiful woman beside him.

Despite its age, the remains of the young good looks are still there. The charisma of a Reyhan emanated and Anna's beauty seemed to not fade in time.

Reyhan raised his eyebrows. Nayaka was tense because he should have called Delilah's sister a formal name. If it's Anna, he's used to calling "aunty". But this is Reyhan.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reyhan," said Nayaka.

"Call Om." Reyhan sat down on the single sofa.

"Sit down" said Anna, smiling sweetly.

Delilah accompanies Nayaka, and her lover accompanies Kyomi. Ayyena, Anthea and Kiano. Then, the housemaid wants to take Kyomi, but the boy won't.

"Let him be with us" said Delilah.

"Good, Miss."

The family members who had sprung up, sat down immediately as Nayaka and Delilah had landed their bodies on the soft sofa.

"You're Nayaka?" ask Reyhan to make sure.

"Yes, Om," said Nayaka.

Recently Reyhan was looking directly at Kyomi's biological father. He had not seen the teenage boy Dion had lived with. For Nilam alone, Reyhan does not really remember what sweet memories, and somehow he could be the ex-lover of Nayaka's mother.

Reyhan. "You're not responsible for my sister. You didn't marry her, even though you had children."

"I wanted to marry her when Delilah became pregnant. But ...."

"Is your mouth unable to speak? You can tell me. You want to keep caving in to this spoiled kid?" Reyhan.

"I didn't want to make him angry that day. I've been looking for him to discuss our relationship" Nayaka said in self-defense.

"Do you really want to marry my sister?" ask Reyhan. "If you're a man who's wanted it for a long time, you know who Delilah really is."

Every parent wants their daughter to be in the hands of the right man. It is not about love alone if it has built a household, but material. Will Nayaka be able to support Delilah?

"As a man, you want to make your wife and children happy. As much as possible to meet their needs." Nayaka. "You know me, it depends on Delilah."

"I accept you, dear" said Delilah.

Kiano snorted hearing it. So quickly the aunt changed. Maybe Delilah has realized, that property is not the only guarantee in married life, although the treasure will indeed support life for the future.

"I just want you to take responsibility for Delilah, and your son. Work hard if you want to be equal to my sister" said Reyhan.

Nayaka was silent, maybe he was less hard working all this time. The house does not have. Delilah was born a good life, and Nayaka felt guilty for having to ask her lover to fight together in simplicity.

"Surely, I will work hard" said Nayaka.

"You better get married first. This relationship must be established immediately" Anna said.

Reyhan. "Yes, get married first. It's up to you to how the show is going. Everything is better you decide."

The family agreed not to charge Nayaka. Marrying Delilah and giving Kyomi status was enough. For the next life let it be the business of Nayaka and Delilah only.

Nayaka let out a long breath as he remembered that. His savings were not enough to buy a house. As a man, he also did not want to continue hitchhiking with Delilah.

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