Look at me, Delilah

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Thankfully Delilah was able to get a job at a boutique selling wedding dresses. He can put beads on that shirt. Just stitched it using a thread, then everything will be fine. It is similar to making jewelry.

But that was Delilah's mind. Actually making dresses and jewelry is clearly different. As a result, the scolding he currently got.

"You said you could sew. But you almost made this dress break. You know, this wedding dress is gonna be taken in a week. This material is very expensive. It takes time to get it."

Brown-haired, fat woman with round glasses perched on this nose, who had been continuously babbling.

"If you want to fire me, then fire me. Give me my work." Delilah extended a hand. He got scolded in front of other workers.

"Basic is not becus! You can't work anymore and now ask for a wage."

Delilah folded her hands on her stomach. "So you won't pay me?"

Of course, the women who owned the boutique had to pay for the time Delilah spent all day. 25 Francs accepted. Delilah immediately put it into the leather jacket she was wearing.

"Thank you." Delilah smiled, then she turned to the wedding dress. "Your dress design is so ugly. Your taste sucks."

"What did you say?" The shop owner was so angry.

Delilah did not pay attention. It's going to pass from there soon. Not the intention of wanting to insult, but the boutique owner's woman had outrageously scolded him. He, right, just misplaced the paper flowers.

"Now you have to find a new job." Delilah exhaled a tired breath. "It's hard to see too. But we have to keep the spirit."

Living in a Swiss city is expensive. Delilah has to be good at managing her finances. He should refrain from shopping or eating fancy food in restaurants. This is what must be done because he does not want to ask for help from anyone including his brother.

Along the way, Delilah passed through shops. He stopped, then took three steps back. Turning his head towards the front of the window pane.

"Isn't this the latest Belancia brand bag? Why is it here?"

Large tote bag with high quality leather. The object is very suitable for storing baby items of course. One hand held the black bag, and the other held the baby carriage. Waw! So amazing. Delilah felt she looked so perfect. Honey, now this is just a fantasy. He won't be able to buy it.

"Don't think. I'd better get going."

Hurry Delilah away from stores that sell branded goods. He went to the cafe ordering milk and a cheese cake. Half the price of his salary a day. In a moment, a little money left. In the past, Delilah was so happy to scatter the precious papers without caring about the difficulty of searching.

From childhood he was rich, then worked as a jewelry designer. It is so easy to get a market because of the big names that follow it. Like, this Delilah is ready, and only needs to sharpen to shine more. To really struggle, Delilah had never felt it.

While at the cafe, Delilah uses the internet there to search for vacancies. At least it was light because she was pregnant.

"I can create an account, right? I can make a review about fashion on the internet."

Such a way is so easy to get money if you succeed in getting a lot of followers. No problem, Delilah has to work hard.

On the way home, he bought some beads, a bracelet, glue, needles and tweezers. He can make simple jewelry with that material and the results can be sold.

While on the other side of the continent, Angel is happy. The USG results showed that she was pregnant with a boy.

Omar would have been happy. He again gave thanks for this gift. While Nayaka, he was happy, but felt there was less.

He imagined Delilah. According to the nature of his childhood friend, it was certain that this time Delilah started to get arrogant. For sure he will be spoiled, asking for anything, because it has succeeded in conceiving a boy. Nayaka smiled at the thought.

"Papa, how come you're smiling to yourself?" Kyomi reprimanding.

Nayaka laughs. "No, Honey. Papa's just happy."

"Because you got a baby sister?"

Nayaka nodded. "Of course."

"Will Mama Angel love Kyomi?"

"Of course, honey," said Nayaka.

"Kyomi wants Mama Delilah."

"Mama will call." Nayaka tries to calm her daughter's heart.

Kyomi lowered her head. "Mama doesn't love Kyomi." Then, he got up from his seat, then ran to the room.

Nayaka sighed. "Where are you now, Del? I miss you too."

Despite not being with Delilah, Nayaka still sleeps in their room. Last night in Angel's room, and then in Delilah's bedroom. When Nayaka does not come to his wife in the apartment, Nayaka does the same. He slept alone in the main room.

This treatment certainly makes Angel feel hurt. She is his only wife now, but is still treated as she was in Delilah's time.

However, this was the condition he had agreed to. Nayaka says that he can't give love and maybe Angel will hurt when he's with her. However, Angel still received the proposal, although it was used as a filler emptiness in the household Nayaka and Delilah.

What Delilah said was true. Hell itself that Angel created for himself. Until whenever no one can replace the figure of Delilah in the heart of Nayaka.

"You're not happy I'm pregnant with a boy?"

Nayaka turns to Angel who suddenly asks that question. "Of course I'm happy. He was my first son."

"You didn't register our marriage. You don't want this kid to be recognized, do you?"

"Why talk like that? It takes time to take care of it. That child is my biological child. Of course it will be recognized."

"You haven't taken care of your divorce papers either."

"Don't talk about my divorce, Angel. You don't want us to fight, do you?"

"You still love him, Nay." Angel is a little loud.

Nayaka. "I parted ways with Delilah, not because I didn't love. L loved her. Until this moment my heart beats fast when I say his name."

"I'm your wife now. I need your love."

"I love you, Angel. Really!"

There are many differences from love itself. Love that a person cannot live without the person he loves. There is love because of responsibility. Angel understood at what point he was placed. Nayaka loves or loves him, but there is a feeling reserved for only one woman, Delilah.

A morning full of surprises. Kyomi gets a parcel. Impatiently, the boy opened a gift from someone he so longed for.

"Wait, Kyomi! Where'd you get that parcel?" Nayaka hurried over to Kyomi.

"From Mama Delilah. Look at this, Papa."

Nayaka took the parcel. Unfortunately the address of the sender, is the address of the apartment that Delilah occupies in Dubai.

"Come, we open together."

Nayaka helped. The parcel contained a tote print bag as well as a paper with printed writing. Nayaka can't do anything. Delilah bought the parcel for sure from an online shopping app.

"What's the name of the shop?"

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