Look at me, Delilah

Idle Wife?

Got a handsome husband. Rich, meek in a loved woman. Dear to the child. Which other delights would Delilah Dustai want? Nayaka is already his. She is Mrs Hawwas now.

No need to worry about work. About the inheritance of the parents. The money that Delilah has now is so much. You can buy anything in seconds. Just order, then the things he wants come.

Forget about the luxury items he ordered. Delilah seems to have to create a socialite community. He and his friends are equal to him, of course.

Nah! Delilah shook her head. What must be considered now is the problem of the reception to be held in Dubai. He had to design all the receptions perfectly. Dresses, jewelry, Delilah will design it himself.

The first day of preparing lunch for the family. After a long night spent at the hotel, Delilah had to be a good daughter-in-law, wife, and mother to the family.

It's a little difficult when preparing the lunch menu. Delilah's father-in-law preferred Arabic food. Then Kyomi western food, and Nayaka who likes Indonesian cuisine. Delilah's husband preferred the menu of padang cuisine.

"What are you doing?" Nayaka reprimanding.

Delilah looked at her husband. "Try this taste. Is the rice delicious? I just made it for the first time."

Nayaka opened his mouth as his wife fed the typical middle eastern rice. Nayaka chews, trying to taste the rice made by Delilah.

"For me it's like rice rendang. But it's delicious, really. Papa would have liked it."

"How rendang rice?" Delilah looked disappointed to hear Nayaka say that.

"Yes, this, right, because the rice is mixed with meat. That's why I say it's like rendang rice. But it's good."

"Alright, I hope Papa likes it later."

"What did you do for me and Kyomi."

"I made salmon grilled for Kyomi and you got sauteed kale and fried chicken."

"Why is my food different?" ask Nayaka.

Delilah laughs. "I'll make you your favorite food."

Nayaka kissed Delilah. "thank you. Hope you continue like this. Oh, yeah, before we go back to Dubai, you meet Reyhan first. Pamitan your family."

"Yes, I'll be a parting. It's still a long time, right, we're waiting for his residence permit visa."

"Later you forget, dear."

"I need a little time" said Delilah.

Nayaka breathed a tired breath. "We came together. Take Kyomi along, too."

"You set the time. You're busy, aren't you? You better study with Uncle Fahmi there. You know, honey. You're holding a big company. Your father belongs to the world conglomerates. You must really run this business wholeheartedly."

Delilah started again. Nayaka grabbed the fried chicken thigh, then immediately stepped away from the kitchen.

"Darling!" exclaim Delilah.

It is better to go than to listen to Delilah's utterances about this and that. Nayaka could be going up again because of the uncontrolled talk of his wife.

Lunch is served immediately. Delilah was nervous because this was her first, and Omar would taste her cooking for the first time.

I wish her in-laws would be happy, complimenting her or something. Delilah was eager for her to become the man's favorite daughter-in-law.

"Mama!" Kyomi ran up to him. He patted his stomach. "Hungry."

"Yes, sit down, honey. Where are your Papa and Grandpa?"

Kyomi shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Kyomi was in the room. Eat now."

"You call the great master and the young master to lunch."

The lady's servant nodded. While Delilah served Kyomi who was already starving. Without being summoned, Omar, Nayaka, and Fahmi have appeared.

"Kok, Kyomi didn't wait for Papa and Grandpa, anyway?" Nayaka said as he rubbed the top of the child's head.

"Kyomi is hungry."

"Come, sit. We eat together." Delilah interrupted.

All seated, Delilah serves Omar first, Fahmi, then Nayaka. His heart was racing when Omar tried the rice he served.

Just one mouthful, Omar wiped his mouth and hands with a handkerchief. So is Fahmi, Nayaka.

"I don't feel good, do I?" Finally, Delilah said that as well. He is ready to accept any criticism if the food served is not in accordance with the tastes of the three men.

Omar smiled. "No, Son. Your cooking is good." Omar stuffed his hands in his pockets. Take a few dollars, then give it to Delilah. "Take this."

"This what?" Delilah did not understand.

"Gift for you."

Delilah was happy to take it. "Thank you, Papa."

Fahmi and Nayaka also gave money to Delilah. This is not a tradition from the land of hindustani. But, in Omar's family, it's like this. Give a gift to your son-in-law as a thank you.

"Kyomi wants to." The boy reached out his hand.

"Make Kyomi one piece from Papa. Remember that! The money has to be saved" Nayaka said.

Kyomi nodded. "Yes, Papa."

They again enjoyed the dishes, including Delilah who was so excited today. After lunch together, Delilah prepared to leave.

"Where are you going? Kyomi wants to come."

"Kyomi, right, should take a nap. Mama's going to the salon."

"Kyomi wants to come!" her door.

"Mama to her salon long ago, darling. Kyomi just played with aunt."

"Kyomi wants to come!"

Delilah. "Yes, already, Kyomi changed there."

The boy exclaimed, Delilah peeked at Kyomi who had run towards her room. He immediately grabbed the bag in the bedroom. Delilah can't take Kyomi with her.

In addition to being more comfortable alone, carrying a child will be very troublesome. Delilah will undergo treatment at the salon, not go shopping at the mall. Not bringing Kyomi, is the right choice.

When she wanted to get out, Nayaka went into the room. The man raised his eyebrows next to the one who saw that the wife was well dressed.

"Where are you going?"

"Salon."

"Oh, don't go home long. Kyomi will be looking for you."

Delilah smiled. "Yes, honey."

Without Nayaka knowing that Kyomi also wants to come, but Delilah does not want to take him. Delilah kissed her husband's cheek, then quickly went out from before Nayaka.

Kyomi entered the room shortly. The boy changed his clothes. Bind her hair, and be ready to go. But what he saw in the room was only Nayaka.

"Which mom?" tanyakanya.

"Mama to the salon." Nayaka frowned. "Where are you going?"

Kyomi was crying. "Kyomi said she wanted to come. Mama told me to change clothes first."

"What?" Nayaka quickly grabbed her daughter. "Be quiet, dear."

"Evil mom. Kyomi wants to go to the salon."

Nayaka can only. "Mom probably forgot to take Kyomi."

"Bad mom!"

"We'll call Mama to pick up Kyomi."

"No way!" Kyomi ran to her room. It's neat, even left.

"Good, Delilah!" muttered Nayaka annoyed.

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