Look at me, Delilah

Liver Pain

No doubt, the woman who rested on Ashraf was his wife. Delilah Malik Hawvas. The woman Nayaka loved, but this is the return of that sincere love.

Traitorous marriage. Every night his wife was with a man. Touch each other, and Nayaka himself did not want to imagine what else Delilah did with Ashraf.

Freely from Nayaka, but he remained faithful. Remember your wife and children, even though faced with many beautiful women during being a businessman.

But loyalty is useless. The woman he remembers and thinks about, even forgets to have a husband and children. This is the life Delilah wanted. Free to do anything, even though she is married.

Although heavy, Nayaka still stepped towards the table in the corner there. I hope that his vision is wrong. That woman must not be his wife. Didn't it last afternoon, Delilah said goodbye to meet her friends? Nayaka hopes his wife is gathering or going to the salon or anywhere, but with a girl friend. But it's impossible. It's late at night. His wife must have finished the show and gone to the salon.

Getting closer, it was clear who was laughing in the lap of the ashraf. The woman gulped down her drink, and Ashraf occasionally rubbed Delilah's back.

"Darling!" Nayaka said it a little loudly.

Delilah chokes. He looked at the voice that called. Suddenly, he got up from Ashraf's lap and blinked several times if the man in front of him was really Nayaka.

"Sister!"

"You're like this every night?"

Ashraf also got up from his seat. "Nayaka!"

But Nayaka paid no heed to Ashraf's rebuke. He looked at Delilah closely, there was a sadness in his eyes, and various questions that Nayaka wanted to ask his wife.

"I just drank with him. I didn't do anything." Delilah said it with a stammer.

"How long has it been?" ask Nayaka.

Delilah shook her head. "It's not what you think it is. I didn't do anything."

"I like Delilah!" Ashraf.

Nayaka's view turned to him. "You know she's my wife, right?"

"I love your wife."

"Damn you!" Nayaka advanced by floating his raw bogem.

The atmosphere became noisy due to the fight. Ashraf who did not accept, then retaliated to the actions of Nayaka. The two hit each other.

"How dare you do this to me." Nayaka pushed Ashraf towards the dancing visitor.

"Already, Brother!" shout Delilah.

Ashraf did not want to lose, he punched right in Nayaka's face. However, Nayaka can fight back by kicking the man's stomach.

"Why are you guys quiet?" exclaim Delilah.

Visitors even on recording the action of the two men who were fighting over this woman. There are also those who do not care, and keep dancing. After the club security officers arrived, separating Nayaka and Ashraf, the fight was over.

"You'll see my revenge later!" Ashraf threatens. His face was battered by Nayaka.

"You think I'm scared? You just wait for my calculations!" Nor did Nayaka want to lose threatening.

"Already, Brother!" exclaim Delilah. "Come, we're home!"

Nayaka brushed off his wife's hand, then stepped away from the crowd. Delilah quickly grabbed her sling bag, following Nayaka who had passed from the club.

However, just as he was about to step up, Ashraf held him back. The man certainly does not want to be left alone with the woman he loves.

"Take me off, Ashraf. I need to talk to Nayaka. It's about my wedding!"

"Certify him. You're coming with me. I love you!" Ashraf yelled at Delilah.

"You're talking nonsense." Delilah withdrew from Ashraf, then stepped away following Nayaka.

Not getting her husband in the parking lot, Delilah immediately got in her own car, driving her at high speed towards the house.

Arriving home, Nayaka destroys the existing goods. All the pain he felt now. He felt he was fooled. In play, unappreciated and all bad has been pinned on him.

Not satisfied with Delilah? What lack? For what is it until his wife turns away? As busy as Nayaka is, he still makes time for his wife and children.

"Damn it!" nayaka shouted by throwing a vase of flowers at the glass window. It was fortunate that Kyomi was currently at Omar's place, and the little princess was unable to see the father's anger.

"Sister!" Delilah appeared, and immediately approached her husband. He held Nayaka's hand tightly. "Sorry ...."

Nayaka pulled a hand from that grasp. "Happy!"

Delilah sobbed while shaking her head. "I didn't do anything."

"You cuddled. You stick your lips together with her, and that's what you do every night. You must have slept with that guy, too." Nayaka shakes. "Did I not satisfy you in bed until you turned away from me?!"

"I didn't sleep with Ashraf. I swear our relationship is just a friend."

"Don't sleep with her, but you always see her in the apartment. You'd rather meet your dark lover, than accompany your daughter!" Nayaka raised his hand right on Delilah's cheek. "Don't fool me!"

Delilah sobbing. "Sister, I'm sorry. The vow! I won't repeat it again."

"I told you already. Once again you make a mistake. You'll never forgive me!"

"Sir ...." Delilah sobbed, body slumped, sitting on her knees before Nayaka. "Sorry, Brother. I'm khilaf. But really, I didn't sleep with Ashraf."

The matter of this heart is still felt, even though Nayaka has vented it on dead goods. It's very desirable to kick this prostrating woman, but this won't bring about any change. In fact, Delilah had been having an affair.

"Do whatever makes you happy, Delilah. Right now, I'm gonna be acting stupid. Want you to cheat, go home tonight or not, I don't care!"

Nayaka pulled her foot from Delilah's grip. Then enter the room, slamming the door.

"Sorry ...." Delilah crying. "I'm sorry, Brother."

That was all Delilah could say. He was wrong, he could not defend himself. He regretted doing that. Not for loving Ashraf, it was for sheer pleasure. Delilah always thought she could get everything. It was too free, and now he has to bear the result of his actions. Nayaka was disappointed. Delilah needs a chance. An apology from Nayaka, of course, is expected to make this relationship back to how it used to be.

To ease her anger, Nayaka flushed her body with cold water. The events at the club could not go away. It still crossed his mind about that friendly scene.

How long has it been? Every night another man touches his wife. Holy hooch! Nayaka punched the wall and injured his handbook. He cursed as hard as he could, but still the pain of the heart could not disappear quickly.

Why the affair? Nayaka wanted to blame himself. Is he really that useful in front of his wife?

"Little girl!" Nayaka punched the wall again. His body slumped to the cold floor with the water still flushing him. In that situation, Nayaka cried. Yes, he was sad because of a fate that always did not side with him.

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