The Marry Din
The Part 13

After an exhausting long journey, they do not go straight home, Din's priority is Bruno. The health condition of the beloved cat began to improve making him not feel too guilty.

"Bruno," Din petted his cat happily.

Delia was waiting in front. He sat watching the people who passed carrying pets. He has no interest in keeping pets.

"Yes delia?" someone greets him. A woman who looked at him seriously. "You're Din's wife, aren't you, Deliana Iristi?"

Ah, Delia remembered why she didn't like being stared at by him. Such a gaze was like a serious contemptuous gaze. Sucks. After their honey moon there was still also a sense of anxiety engulfing his inner self.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come to your event because I had to come to the Finance Ministry seminar." Rasti smiled as usual. He didn't expect to see Din sooner.

"No problem" he said.

"You're with Din?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Not long after. Din came with Bruno. He had indeed seen Rasti from behind the window of the clinic, but did not expect the two women to be engaged in conversation. Delia was not usually sour-faced, while Rasti was already usually friendly.

"Congratulations on your marriage." Rasti hugged Din comfortably, just like when they were together.

"Ah, thank you," Din felt awkward. His hand was trying to reach his wife.

"I want to buy a drink at the cafe next door first.'' Delia could not help but thirst.

"Buy me coffee, baby." Din takes off Rasti's embrace, he approaches Delia and gives her his wallet. "Thank you very much, dear."

"Hm... "

Delia reluctantly stepped away and allowed them to talk.

Din and Rasti have a long history. They have since High School know each other and even named the most harmonious pair according to class friends. Although often broken up, they last a long time. A history for a delinquent who seems to maintain loyalty.

"It's hard for me, Din." Rasti doesn't like pleasantries. His feelings for ten days had already crumbled formless.

Din's silent.

Rasti is the first girl who makes it bold to realize the impossible dream of becoming a writer, even Delia could not possibly know Din's pen name.

"Every time I read your book, my heart is happy. I also often tell my friends how great you are."

"Thank you, Ras," Din lowered his head.

The woman still keeps the wound because it was left for a cause that is family coercion. Deep love sometimes makes a person forget that above love there is still a sacrifice. Rasti doesn't understand why Din is starting to look like he's enjoying a marriage with Delia.

"You look happy with Delia, you call her dear. That's supposed to be my position, right, Din?" Rasti hits Din's chest, he still wants to sulk for being left behind. "In the end you left me too."

The promise of the past that they pledge is to strengthen each other in all conditions and must not leave one party other than because the feelings change.

"I'm sorry." Din is unlikely to say things like his feelings being divided or changed. He understands Rasti better than anyone. "I hope you start thinking too. How many times you hurt me, I always forgive you. I've always tried to be home to you, but you yourself broke your door... "

"How could I forget you?" rasti asked with a haru look.

"definitely. You'll forget me."

Rasti left the place. He has to buy feed for Runo. While Din, he was still sitting waiting for Delia.

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Delia arranged Din's clothes in a new closet that had been prepared by the parents. One of the most painful facts is to see how bad his handsome man has become after meeting an ex-lover.

Eavesdropping is not a habit of Delia. He did according to his instincts as a legitimate wife. Their conversation was deep.

"How could I forget you?"

Damnit. He still had a question stabbing Rasti to Din. There is a sense of contortion that is starting to spread. "Argh, hick!"

Din is aware of Delia's attitude that tends to change according to mood. "Why?"

"No papa" he said.

They looked at each other and threw smiles.

Delia relaxed her body comfortably on the bed. Not to forget he also chose the wide shoulders of the husband to lean on. "I just found out you have this cool body."

"You just found out, huh? And you see me every day to be bored."

Din who did not say much and clasped his hands like someone from another dimension. His attitude has changed since marriage. The adult side is starting to show. The charm they say (girls in High School) is true. Din Sjarier is like a very handsome comic character, a charm that amazes and seems mysterious.

For several days they slept in a new room, Delia observed Din's bustle. At midnight he typed up some script, sometimes scribbled paper scattered on the room table. There are some beautiful writings that are difficult to express verbally. Marvelous.

He found books lined up in neatly arranged shelves. Like a mini library in a room. Although famous as a delinquent, Din is a nerd. Perhaps one of the reasons for entering literature majors is because of his love of prose and novels. In the middle of the shelf, there is a photo frame. Photos of their childhood while playing geckos. It is funny to remember the past. Delia was astonished to see the charters lined up. Din also loves sports, horse racing.

"Don't go there." Din warned Delia.

"Why?" tanyanya.

Din ran, he forgot to explain. "There's a broken shelf."

Delia has found nothing unusual so far. Instead he continued to look at the topmost order book, he tried to take it but was conscious. "I'm not as tall as you."

Din smiled, "I'll get it."

From a close distance. The smell of expensive masculine perfumes is obvious, not to mention since Din changed hairstyles in Europe. Feels different. His heart was beating faster than usual. He was also embarrassed every time he looked at me.

"Why?" ask her in wonder.

"No papa."

"You keep looking at me, when looked back even embarrassed," whispered Din.

Delia hugged Din. He was too embarrassed to look at her again. For a few days, he felt crazy. "No matter ah, shame."

"So why? We can't be shy anymore." Din. "Do I need to say why?"

"Hust, quiet!" Delia was embarrassed, she walked quickly and did not realize anything. The broken shelf that he accidentally hit. Some books fell on his head.

"Dell!" Din instantly put away the books and raised Delia's body. "You be careful when you walk."

Misbehaving and being unable to speak in a few seconds.

Next day.

Delia asks Saras for help. They go to a psychiatrist who is Saras' older cousin. He had been unable to sleep well for several days.

"So, there's been a problem with my psyche lately."

"What do you think is trying to explain?"

"Every day I feel like people are losing their minds."

Saras watched and watched Delia's movements.

"When I see my own husband, I lose my sanity. Even yesterday I was touching books I should have felt pain and pain, but thanks to my husband's smile, I forgot everything. How's the solution, Doc?"

Doctor Rini sighed, he also threw a smile. "You're not crazy, Delia. You're so fucking your husband again."

Saras was upset, he thought Delia was really depressed. I fell in love with my own husband.

"I believe in you, Del."

Delia smiled broadly.

Seriate...