Look at me, Delilah

Hotel

Angel did not expect that Nayaka would marry Delilah so soon. He thought the cold war would last a long time or Nayaka did decide not to go back to the spoiled woman.

He himself has given direction, advice, if both are more suitable to be a sister than a married couple. Angel is sure that if soon, the new couple will return to the world of quarrel.

Nayaka will always be wrong in Delilah's eyes, and instead Delilah will be considered to not understand Nayaka. The one who pityes is Kyomi.

The one who should be there is him. Angel loves Kyomi, and also loves Nayaka long ago when they were together at the same school.

It was Delilah who became the third person in their relationship. Angel first knew Nayaka, and out of nowhere the little girl who started to grab the attention of her man.

"Congratulations to you, Nay." The words were half sincere. Angel was disappointed because her love clapped one hand.

Nayaka smile. "Thank you, Angel."

"You're sure you're with him."

"Surely or not, I must marry her. I took a lot from him. Regardless of his attitude, I'm sure Delilah will get better. I'll guide him."

"I don't want to imagine you babysitting that childish-minded woman."

"Maybe that's why I love her" Nayaka said.

Delilah cleared. "What's this?"

"Congratulations, Delilah." Angel extended a hand.

Delilah shakes that greeting. "Thank you." Then embrace Nayaka's arm. "Come, Honey. We should greet the other relatives."

Nayaka smiled badly. "I'll go there first, Angel. Thank you for coming."

"Angel Aunt!" exciting Kyomi.

Delilah took his daughter's hand. "Darling, we have to take a photo together. Say hello to Aunt Angel."

Kyomi nodded, turning around flanking her mother's hand. Delilah looked back, then she flashed a cynical smile, as if to say "Hey, look at this. You can't take what's already mine".

Delilah always remembered his grandfather's words to defend what he had. Do not be afraid to fight anyone because humans are basically the same. The only difference is the character.

Nayaka and Kyomi were originally hers. Give it to another woman, then it must pass her first.

The newlyweds were busy greeting the other guests. On average, only close friends are invited, even Delilah did not invite his friends because he was still hurt at the incident at the restaurant yesterday.

Now he's gonna show me who Delilah really is. They cannot underestimate him. Delilah was determined to avenge all the treatment of her best friend.

"This is for you. A gift from Papa." Omar gave the envelope to Nayaka. "Kyomi let Papa be with you tonight."

Delilah blushed to hear him, and Nayaka also pulled the two corners of her lips when she found the voucher to stay at the star hotel.

"Papa doesn't have to do this. We've been together a long time." Nayaka's face flushed red as she said so.

Omar patted his son's shoulder. "Obviously different. It's your special day."

Delilah took the hotel voucher from her husband. "Thank you, Papa. We will be at the hotel later this afternoon."

"Kyomi wants to come!" yells.

Nayaka scratched his head. Delilah was wrong, and Omar laughed. He grabbed the grandson's little hand, then kissed him.

"Kyomi plays with Grandpa. We play the game."

"Kyomi can play with the phone?" the boy's eyes blinked several times as if it was something that could distract him from the father and mother.

"Just an hour." Nayaka. "Should be accompanied by Aunt."

Kyomi pouting. "Yes, Papa."

"You or not?" Nayaka made a choice.

Rather than not at all, it is better to take the option of an hour and be accompanied by a nanny aunt.

At half-time, Nayaka and Delilah went to the hotel without the child. Along the way, Delilah was so spoiled. Nayaka's arms alone should not move in the slightest.

"If this continues, we'll be a long time to come" said Nayaka.

"Sister, we've done it a lot in the room. How about we try it somewhere else." The wiggly hand was running in the forbidden direction.

Nayaka clapped that hand. "I'm focused on driving. Where do you want to do it?"

"On the couch already, the bathroom too. Bedroom more than often. We've never done it in a car."

"Don't be weird, deh. Want to see our people do that?"

"Swimming pools haven't been, either, sister."

"Then we are abroad." Nayaka rubbed his wife's arm gently.

"Yes, yes, Brother!"

Nayaka nodded. "Yes, honey."

Delilah hugged him. "So, I'm not patient."

The journey continues until they arrive at the Belin International hotel. The two went straight to the room on the top floor after Nayaka showed her the booking voucher.

Delilah immediately threw herself in the bed when they were in the room. While Nayaka landed her body on the sofa while turning on the TV.

"Sister baby!" reprimand Delilah.

"Why?" Nayaka looked at him.

"Look down. Here, dong." Delilah patted the empty side of the bed.

"Still early, Del. It's often too."

For Nayaka, there is nothing special except their status that has changed. To sleep together, they have done too often. It makes no difference whether it's a new or old move. Everything remains the same at the end.

Delilah grunts. Is Nayaka now in a phase that bored the man of uniting with him? If so, this cannot be allowed. Nayaka could have turned away from her.

"Wait a minute." Delilah got out of bed.

Nayaka frowned, as Delilah rushed into the bathroom. He shrugged his shoulders, not bothering about his wife.

"Del, would you like to eat?" exciting Nayaka.

Delilah peeked behind the bathroom wall, then replied, "So, right, you've eaten. It's time to go to bed."

"New half eight. We'll watch it just go to sleep."

"Just go to sleep now!" delilah replied firmly.

The bathroom door is closed. Delilah quickly unpacked her backpack. Thank goodness he brought the things he needed the most. Black dress shirt. Viral perfumes that he says can make a man crazy. All four times Delilah ordered the perfume online.

He quickly changed clothes. Then, apply the mini perfume on the sensitive area. The fragrance was so delicate, and Delilah was sure that Nayaka would be infatuated with her.

It also puts a small amount of baby powder on the palm of the hand. Clap her, then immerse her face in the palm of the hand. It makes her smell like a baby. No one likes the smell of babies. Everyone must like it.

Hair ties are removed, Delilah makes her mane seem random using a comb. Not forgetting she applied lip moisturizer, and now she is ready to flirt with her husband.

"Another woman, will not be able to compete with me," muttered Delilah in front of the glass.

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