Look at me, Delilah

Families

Delilah and Kyomi looked at each other. Nayaka arrives at the apartment, but her face is unsightly. There is anger there. Nayaka repeatedly sighed as if holding back the anger within him.

"I'll get you some bath water. You can soak in warm water. I'll also add aromatherapy for you to relax." Delilah was a little afraid to say that, then quickly entered the room to prepare everything.

Kyomi tries to get close to her father, who is looking up at the ceiling of the room.

Kyomi sits next to Nayaka. Take a little, then look down. "Papa ..." he reprimands still in his head bowed.

"Grandfather is here. Kyomi wants to meet?" Nayaka straightened her body. Moist Kyomi's long hair. From the smell of the fruit, it was certain that Kyomi had finished her bath. "Mama who took a bath?"

Kyomi shakes. "Kyomi can shower herself."

Nayaka smile. "Kyomi is becoming more independent. Papa's so happy."

Kyomi dared to look at her father. "We, so take a walk?"

Nayaka nodded, then smiled. "Father will not break a promise. We're taking a walk tonight."

"But there's Omar's grandfather. Papa will be told to go home again."

"Papa said he was going home. But, Kyomi don't tell mom or anybody about Omar's grandfather."

Kyomi nodded, then stretched out her little finger. Nayaka also held out the same finger, then Kyomi linked the two.

"Promise!" said it.

"Kyomi wait here a minute, yeah. Papa take a shower."

"Okay," he replied, smiling broadly.

Nayaka got up from her seat. Dragging a step into the bedroom that was entered by Delilah.

"The water is ready. I'll also prepare a change of clothes for you." Delilah opens the closet, takes Nayaka's new clothes.

"I need you, Del."

Delilah stopped his hand. He looked at Nayaka. "What's up, brother?"

Nayaka shakes. "I just need you now."

Delilah smiled, walked over, and put her hands around Nayaka's neck. "Tumben once you asked me. This is the first time you've said it."

"I need warmth."

"I'm ready to give." Delilah put her lips on Nayaka's lips.

The two clenched with their hands to each other undressing. Nayaka knew very well where the bed was.

"Father, Mama!"

Both Nayaka and Delilah were shocked by the knock and scream from Kyomi. The two walked away from each other, looked at each other, and then laughed together.

Nayaka sighed. "I'd better take a shower."

"Patience, we'll continue tonight. I'll accompany Kyomi first."

"Tick your clothes first."

"We have promised. You guys get ready." Nayaka immediately stepped into the bathroom in a state that was difficult to explain. She was excited, but Kyomi failed her.

Slowly Nayaka got into the bathtub. The warm water and the scent of lavender made it calm. Especially can lower the passion that had peaked.

Nayaka recalls meeting his father, Omar. At the time, Kyomi was four years old. Nayaka, who still works at a fashion accessories company, accidentally offers a new handbag to Omar's wife.

The Nayaka company attends exhibitions every year at fashion events held in Paris. A paradise for socialites who want to spend their money for an item. Omar's wife aka Nayaka's stepmother certainly welcomed the offer.

"This is a beautiful bag. Her skin looks beautiful. Wait a minute, I'll call my husband first." The woman, about 40 years old, rushed to her husband who was looking at other items with a woman.

While Nayaka, still serving other prospective buyers. Since this is a special exhibition for the upper class, the opportunity for Nayaka to attract them to rise to office.

"Hey, I'm interested in this bag."

Nayaka turned to the woman of arab descent earlier. "Yes, please. I'll call another friend."

"This is my husband, he'll pay." Norin grabbed Omar's sleeve, then the man turned his head.

At that time the two looked at each other. Nayaka dreams of meeting the man he hates the most, while Omar never expected to see the boy he was looking for.

"Nayaka! Son, I'm your father." Omar hugged his son. "You're here apparently. Papa's tired of looking for you." Omar speaks in Indonesian.

Nayaka pushed that still fit body. "I don't know you."

"Nayaka, Papa's sorry. Papa has been looking for you for a long time. Last time you were in England. Papa told people to look for you."

Nayaka shook his hand, then called his other comrades to take his place. "Sorry, you're bothering me. I really don't know who you are."

The days of Nayaka were not calm. Omar always came to see him because he knew where he lived. Including the child, Kyomi.

Despite having met, Nayaka still does not care about Omar. He returned to Indonesia without telling the man. Nayaka still lives life as it is, despite knowing the father is so rich. Two of Omar's wives didn't like him. They assume Nayaka will take all Omar's property because he's a man. His position was so strong, and was born of a legitimate wife.

Nayaka washed her face when she remembered that. Omar was his father, and Nayaka could not deny the blood connection.

When I came out of the bathroom, Delilah and Kyomi were busy dressing up. Kyomi, who wants to know everything, always tries what Delilah is wearing.

Nayaka smiled at the sight. At least Kyomi has started accepting Delilah as her mother.

"Oh, yes, brother. How about we move into my house?"

"Your parents' house?"

Delilah nodded. "Yes, Kyomi has never been there. Our son only saw his grandparents from the photos and videos shown by Reyhan's brother."

"May, tonight it is."

"We're staying over?" Delilah offered.

Nayaka nodded. "Okay, we're staying there."

Delilah was so enthusiastic, she immediately prepared a change of clothes for Kyomi and Nayaka. Kyomi is busy looking at herself in front of the mirror. Reyhan presented her with a set of pink Barbie makeup tools for children.

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