Look at me, Delilah

Fahmi Again

Both of them left the room. Nayaka and Delilah visit the back garden of the house. The rose plants that were there were so well-groomed, and indeed Delilah hired a gardener who came every day to look after them.

Nayaka sat on the bench facing the ornamental flower, followed by Delilah who landed beside him.

"Your mom and dad used to love relaxing here." Delilah tried to remember Dion and Dila. "You know, right, the flowers here papa planted before he married mama. From before getting mama, papa's been bucin first."

"Yes, your father really loves Dila's mom. Want a woman as beautiful as anything that teases her, she doesn't turn away easily."

"Just like me, right?" Delilah looked at Nayaka. "You want me to be with anyone, I'll keep coming back to you."

Delilah dropped her head on the lover's shoulder, and Nayaka embraced it. The two looked at each other for a moment until at the end, the two lips were fused together.

"I have to obey until the wedding day, right?" Nayaka reminds the lover, although at this time his desire is rising.

"Actually I'm glad you asked for it first."

A gentle kiss landed on the top of Delilah's head. "I'm always ashamed to ask for it and I always want to treat you gently."

"Don't you love me so much that whatever I say, you do it?"

Nayaka smile. "Maybe right. I've always followed you because I didn't want you to leave me."

Delilah pulled away from Nayaka's shoulders. He got up from his seat, then moved his position by resting on Nayaka. The swing chair was shaken, and Nayaka quickly hugged her lover's waist.

"Even though I don't sleep together, that doesn't mean I'm forbidding you from touching me. You can enjoy me on certain parts, right?" Delilah blinked one eye tempting Nayaka.

"It just so happens to be cold here. Hugging I don't think it's a problem. Just don't let me take you to my room."

Delilah pinched his neck. "I promise I won't ask you to take me to my room."

Nayaka chuckled, pressing on Delilah's back nape so she could clench her sweet lips. Somehow, his naughty fingers had already pressed down on the soft bumps on Delilah's body.

Looking for the button to open the shirt, but unfortunately he did not find it. Delilah removed her lips. Opened the blouse directly, leaving only a white lacy on his body.

Nayaka plays it. Take it off from that white stuffed lump. Twisting the tip, suppressing the softness that managed to make Delilah moan.

Unguided, Nayaka knows what her lover wants. He buried his face there. Fulfill his lips with that soft end.

Delilah's hand gripped gently on Nayaka's hair. Roll it up in a circular pattern by occasionally rubbing the man's back.

Nayaka took off her lips, then again clenched Delilah's lips. He made his girlfriend sit opposite him. A good position to enjoy the bottom of the chin.

"Don't make it stick. Tomorrow night, I'll wear a low-neck-cut dress." Delilah tried to tell when she felt a strong sucking of Nayaka's lips.

"How about it here?" Nayaka pointed at the surface of Delilah's mound.

"Can't be either. Her dress showed me that part."

Nayaka shakes. "Then, I'll make a red mark here. You can't show it to anyone else."

"Not too low, though. Just a little." Delilah cursed herself for letting go of talking about the dress.

Nayaka knew that Delilah must be lying. Therefore, he poured the upper surface of it strongly.

"I have to wear a necklace" said Delilah quickly.

"Unfortunately I've made a mark." Nayaka gently rubbed the mark he had made. "I think tomorrow morning, you'll be busy."

"Darling!" groused Delilah.

Nayaka laughed, and then returned to washing his lover's property. As if he was never satisfied, always thirsty until he did not want to stop before the thirst was fulfilled.

The morning kept Delilah busy. He prepared breakfast for his son and his girlfriend. Not to mention dressing the child without help from the servant or Nayaka.

He himself wants to do it, even though he has to fight with Kyomi who still wants to be taken care of by Nayaka. Delilah wants her daughter to see her as a caring mother. It's not just Nayaka that Kyomi's attention is focused.

"Well, Kyomi is beautiful. Her hair is the same way Papa wants." Delilah made Kyomi turn her back to the makeup mirror in order to see her hair.

A little difficult, but Kyomi could see a small ribbon pinned to each braid. "The front is good."

"Yes, dong. Kan, Mama made it."

Kyomi smiles. "Thank you ...."

The words that made Delilah happy. "We're having breakfast, yuk! Papa must have been waiting in the dining room."

Kyomi nodded, then wrapped her hands around Delilah's arms. The two left the room, walking in tandem to the kitchen where Nayaka was waiting.

"Why not go to the office?" Kyomi asks because he is surprised to see Nayaka who is not wearing a shirt, but only a collared shirt.

"Come, but Papa has to go to the hotel."

"Kyomi will go to Grandpa Reyhan's house, yes!" Delilah.

"But Kyomi was invited to go there tonight, right?"

"Yes, but Papa and Mama have to work first today. We just went there tonight" Nayaka said.

After breakfast together, Nayaka headed straight to the hotel to see again the preparation of their exhibition. Kyomi follows Delilah as she chooses a dress to wear tonight.

"It's all because of Nayaka. I told you not to leave a mark, not even listen." Delilah tried to cover the red spots on her upper body with concealer, and it was very useful. "Thank God, I'll be able to wear this black dress."

"Why is Mama's neck red? Bited by mosquitoes?"

Delilah gasped to hear it. "Yes, Honey. Mama was bitten by a mosquito."

"Kok, Kyomi isn't?"

Last night, Kyomi and Delilah slept together, while Nayaka slept in the guest room. It's only natural that Kyomi asks why she wasn't bitten by a mosquito as well.

"Oh, that's, because Mama gave Kyomi an anti-mosquito lotion, so Kyomi wasn't bitten."

Kyomi nodded. Then he looked back at his mother. Delilah is cool looking at the mirror, applying skincare on the face and a special moisturizer for her lips.

Kyomi follows her mother's behavior. She put lip moisturizer on her tiny lips. Delilah put lotion on her body, and Kyomi followed. Soon, the mother and daughter will be together.

Meanwhile, Nayaka was upset at this moment. Just coming to the hotel, he has been confronted with a man he does not want to meet.

"Uncle stay at this hotel? Or is Uncle spying on me on purpose?" Nayaka clucking.

"Go home once. Mr. Omar wants to retire, and you have to take over everything." Fahmi says the intention of his goal was to come to Nayaka.

"I'll be home, but later after he divorces his two wives." Nayaka chuckles. "That's impossible, right? Omar's habits won't change." Nayaka patted Fahmi's shoulder. "Just prepare everything. I'll take over."

"You should also train, son. You've been ..." all along ...."

Fahmi stops when Nayaka raises his hand. He stared hard at Fahmi. "I'm tired of all this. He made me like this. I'm gonna go home, and make it all suffer."

Seriate