Look at me, Delilah

New Acquaintances

Nayaka's life changed 180 degrees. In the past, he was just thinking about how to get a lot of work bonuses. Liked by superiors, and made good friends with co-workers. Then now, he had to think about how to raise his status, strong relationships between relationships and understand competition.

Nayaka must be observant to choose which opponents are under the guise of friends and which are truly sincere to be friends. In addition, he was preoccupied with a party that he really did not like. But what can be done, that is how it should be.

The other with Delilah. That woman loves parties. Where he can show off the latest collection bags, jewelry worn, and beautiful clothes.

"Am I fit to wear a kaftan?" tanyakanya.

"match it." Nayaka answered lazily. His wife had not been dressed up.

"How's riasanku?"

"You're beautiful, honey."

"I want to be the prettiest." Delilah looked back at herself in the mirror. "I am beautiful."

Nayaka can only shake. "Come, we'll be late."

One catch managed to make the expensive bag was on Delilah's left arm. Her other hand, flanking the arms of her beloved husband.

"Kyeomi!" call Nayaka.

"Why go now?"

Nayaka nodded. "Yes, Honey. Just a minute, really. Kyomi learned to go to sleep."

"Kyomi's alone. Mama's coming along too."

"Mama, right, must accompany Papa." Delilah. "Sunday, we go for a walk."

"Mama lied. Last week wasn't a walk either."

Delilah smiled badly. "It's not so, honey. Out of the arisan, Mama must go to the boutique to make fittings for her wedding dress. Next week, Papa and Mama promise to make time for Kyomi."

"Yes, Honey. Papa's going home early tonight." Nayaka took off Delilah's embrace on her arm. He lowered his head, then kissed Kyomi. "Go to sleep."

"Yes, Papa."

Delilah lowered her body to level with Kyomi. One kiss on the cheek he gave. "This time, my mom won't lie. Good night, dear."

Kyomi nodded. He could only see the departure of Nayaka and Delilah without being able to come because the event was held at night.

Seeing his employer coming, the driver immediately opened the car door. Delilah went in first, followed by Nayaka then the driver.

As the car drove towards the party, Nayaka said something unexpected. "Del, I want you to be pregnant again."

"Wouldn't my sister want me to get pregnant again?"

"Not wanted, but postponed. Now we are capable. Yuk, we're adding more children."

"Kyomi is a child, sister."

"That's exactly it, dear. I want Kyomi to have a friend. He's lonely at home. Always accompanied by his nanny. At least you're reducing your activity."

"Sister, I've only been with them a few times. I always take Kyomi to school."

"I know, Honey. But I also want you to get pregnant. I want a boy."

"Let's go, brother. The wedding reception has not yet been held. For now, I don't want any more kids."

Nayaka could only accept when Delilah said so. He also does not want to force if the person who has a body is reluctant to get pregnant again.

Arriving at the 5-star hotel, the two headed straight for the ballroom. This is called a party of the rich. All that was attached to their bodies, were branded goods.

There is music, singing and belly dancing. It's a party of Nayaka's associates. It is not good to be absent from this event.

Delilah did not know what she was seeing. He thought Ashraf was an old man of Omar's age. Apparently the man was young. In the perfect stage of life.

Nayaka hugged each other with Ashraf, and made small talk. Delilah only noticed, and it was not uncommon for Ashraf to steal lyrics to her.

Ashraf is macho. His body is so heavy. The thin beard on his jaw was very charming. Sharp eyes are beautiful, and one more advantage. Ashraf is a rich man.

"Darling, you were here first. I want to say hello to another friend." Nayaka pointed to a group of men wearing white robe.

"Yes, go. I can take care of myself."

Nayaka went with Ashraf, and Delilah greeted the women who were present at the party. When she saw Ashraf move away from her husband's company, Delilah was the same. He was looking for a rather quiet place. Pretending to take a drink, the two smiled at each other and greeted each other.

"Hi! I'm Ashraf." The man extended a hand.

Delilah frowned because she thought men and women did not touch. But this is Dubai and here it is free.

"Mister Nayaka's wife?"

"You already know I came with him, right?"

"She forgot to introduce you to me."

"Is it necessary?"

Ashraf smile. "If you have time, we can have lunch together."

Delilah held out her phone. "I'll call you."

Ashraf happily kept the contact number on Delilah's mobile phone. Ever since the woman arrived, her charm had already invited Ashraf to come closer.

"Where's your wife?" ask Delilah.

"Wearing a black dress."

"One only?"

Ashraf smile. "Not found a suitable one yet. You're beautiful, and I love it."

"You're also handsome, Ashraf." Delilah passed after saying that.

"I'm waiting for your call, Delilah." Ashraf smile.

The main event was held. Ashraf took the stage and gave a few words of welcome. However, his gaze instead fell on Delilah. It did not stop the man smiling sweetly.

"It looks like Mr. Ashraf is so happy" said Nayaka.

"It's wrong that he's happy?" Delilah.

"No, anyway."

"Here we go, we enjoy the party after that go home."

Nayaka. Not finished the party, they decided to go home first. Ashraf was sorry. But, upon seeing Delilah's meaningful smile, Ashraf seemed to understand.

"How old is Lord Ashraf?" Delilah asked when they had been in the car.

"About 38 years. Why the hell?" Nayaka looked at him.

"I thought she was the same age as Papa."

"so apparently. I'll call home first. Kyomi's been sleeping hasn't."

Delilah begat, and he let Nayaka call home. While he was, trying to send a message to Ashraf. Just to get acquainted, Delilah felt it was not a problem. For him, the most beautiful is still a Nayaka.

"Kyomi is asleep" said Nayaka.

"What?" Delilah gasped and he turned the phone over.

Nayaka's forehead is wrinkled. "You why?"

"No, Honey. I'm just surprised."

"Come here!"

Delilah approached, then Nayaka whispered something that made her face red. Delilah pinched her husband's stomach. "Basic flirtatious!"

Nayaka raised his eyebrows. "How's it?"

"Yes, we're doing it here."

"Speed up the speed of the car, sir," Nayaka told the driver.

"Good, Sir."

The car drove quickly to the house. After arriving, Nayaka ordered the driver to get out immediately, and leave the car garage area.

"Ahead or behind here?" ask Delilah.

"Which one do you like?" Nayaka made a choice.

"I think the back is more comfortable."

Seriate