Look at me, Delilah

Young Master

Nayaka continued to use French which made Delilah not understand. Upset for sure because the father and son were so fluent in speech, while he only became a listener.

"Don't tell anyone if Kyomi meets Omar's grandfather."

Kyomi nodded. "Yes, Papa."

"Sir, speak Indonesian only. Why speak a foreign language. I don't understand."

"Kyomi is okay. You don't worry." Nayaka stood up, rubbing her daughter's long hair.

A suspicious look began to be felt by Nayaka. The lover is certainly not a woman who is so easily lied to. Nayaka rubbed Kyomi's cheek gently, then the daughter grabbed Delilah's index finger.

"Kyomi didn't see anything, Mama."

Delilah rippled her heart to hear the soft words of Kyomi. "Darling, Mama can't be away from you." Delilah hugged Kyomi. "Can't, Mama has to find a guard for you."

"Here you go, Kyomi's not an official's son." Nayaka disagrees with that, if Delilah really does.

"Sister, but his mother is descended from Dion Handoko."

"Why are you, Del? You used to be nothing like this. First, I like you because you look simple."

"Don't talk about the past. We better go home. The clothes are done, right?" Delilah switched topics.

"Kyomi I brought it home to the rental house. Let the nanny take care. He can also stay at home. After all, Kyomi is used to being alone."

"You're like this again" Delilah protested, without caring about the boutique employees paying attention to them.

"I don't want Kyomi to be you. You always boast of your descendants."

Right on target what Nayaka said. Very angry, but Delilah did not want to until this relationship back tenuous.

"I'm sorry. Let Kyomi be with me. We'll go back to the apartment. You should go to the office, too, right?"

Nayaka looked at her daughter. "Kyomi went home with Mama. Papa has to go to the office."

Kyomi pouts because she can't go home with her father. He took his hand off Nayaka, then turned to his mother.

"Papa won't be late."

"When do we go for a walk? Papa promised, right?"

"Later in the night, dear," said Delilah. "We're going to the hotel to take a look at the jewelry exhibition preparations."

"Yes, Kyomi wants to."

Delilah's slowness can make Kyomi obey her. They came out of the boutique. Nayaka is riding a motorcycle, while Delilah and Kyomi are in a car, heading for their respective trips.

Nayaka does not go to the office, but rather visits the hotel. The Delano Jewerly company's jewelry exhibition.

"You're here apparently" Nayaka rebuked two of her colleagues, Mary, and Sofi.

"Our team is here. After checking everything, can go home quickly," Sofi said.

"Where's Rachel's model?" Nayaka did not see the main model that would wear her company's jewelry.

"home." Mery. "Dead four more models of exercise."

Nayaka nodded. "That's what it looks like."

"Why?" Mary looked suspiciously. "You have a crush on Rachel?"

"Your curse could be dangerous if heard."

Mary laughs. "You can hang the same Miss Delilah."

The two nodded, Nayaka separated from his two comrades towards the decorated display wood. The storefront has also been arranged based on its size.

"Mr Nayaka."

That made Nayaka shocked. He looked back, his eyes round looking at the tall, burly-armed figure peeking out of the black T-shirt the man was wearing.

"Uncle Fahmi!"

"I'm here, sir."

Nayaka glanced left and right, then stepped towards the corner of the ballrroom room so as not to cause suspicious looks from people who were working.

"So Omar, and now you." Nayaka said annoyed.

"You're told to go home, sir."

"I'm not going home" said Nayaka.

"Mr Omar said you should go home."

Nayaka clenched her hands. "I respect you because you're older than me. But tell Omar, I don't want to go back now. Tell him too, I'll marry Delilah."

"But you have to go home." Fahmi remains kekeh so that Nayaka reproduce his request.

"He wants to beat me up if I don't come home?"

"Mr Omar has regretted everything. Don't bring up the past."

"For a dozen years I was abandoned. My mother begged and sold herself for a bite of rice. He came with all the treasures he had. Now, the old man wants to restrain me." Nayaka could not hold back her emotions. "I will not obey his orders."

"You're the only child. Please, Nayaka." Fahmi said softly. "Mr Omar has got his karma. His two wives can't conceive, and you're the only descendant of Omar Malik Hawwas."

"The devil's nurse with the name behind me. I am not his descendant. Tell him I'll go home if I want to."

Nayaka stepped past Fahmi who could only watch his master's son leave. He failed to convince the only son of Omar Malik Hawwas, a famous Real Estate entrepreneur in Indonesia, Dubai and America.

Nayaka hurried out of the hotel. It seems like he will not be calm in Jakarta. Omar returned to Indonesia after settling in Dubai with his two wives.

The man who likes to torture his wife, play women, re-confess her as a child. Where Omar has been all these years. Why did it come back after giving Nayaka so much suffering.

Nayaka also did not think. Why did that man become successful? Omar tortured his mother because their financial condition was shaken. Nilam asks for a divorce with the help of Dion. Apparently after the breakup, it made Omar successful instead of playing. But Nayaka is happy because God is all-fair. Omar had no children, despite having two wives.

Nayaka rushes on his motorcycle. However, the direction of view is fixed on a luxury sedan car with a vehicle number, which when read as "Omar".

"Damn it! He really followed me," decak Nayaka.

The car's glass dropped showing a man of middle eastern descent. His brown eyes are sharp, his eyebrows thick, nose pointed with a firm face shape. The good looks were still emanating, but behind his figure, there was a cruel side. I love torturing my wife and children.

Nayaka doesn't care about her own father. Immediately he rode his motorcycle, passing the luxury car just like that.

Omar sighed when he saw his son leaving without even approaching him first. "He's still mad at me."

Fahmi gets in the same car as his boss. He felt bad for failing to convince Nayaka to go home.

"The young master said he would come home when the time came. He also said he would marry Miss Delilah first" Fahmi said.

"He still wants to pretend. Until when will he bow down to the girl." Omar massaged his forehead. Somehow the mind of Nayaka who always wanted to be under the control of a Delilah. "Have you found out where my granddaughter lives?"

"Still in the apartment. Probably won't be back in that house. Kyomi is more with Mr. Reyhan."

"I'm having a hard time meeting him then."

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