The Marry Din
The Part 22

Just because he hates someone doesn't mean he deserves to be prayed for. Hate gaps that are embedded in the heart without feeling will damage themselves. Man is complex in thinking, but one who does not accept the forgiveness of others; cannot be blamed.

The twenty-five-year-old woman already knew that her anxiety in the past was no longer imagination, becoming real. Whatever perseverance persists in the relationship, they are not meant to be together.

Social status was so nauseating to him. Ever since he started working in one of the ministry's offices and disengaged the S3's intentions, he thought a lot; his high status would be respected even when setting foot in the mud. The Sjarier family is famous without rumors. Not much media can cover even when Din and Delia get married.

"Rasti, are you still thinking about Din?" ask his mother

"Yes, obviously, Mom."

Mom hugged him, "It's not easy, but you can definitely get richer than him. Besides, Din, he doesn't want to go into the family company, doesn't want to do office work."

Rasti doesn't tell anyone that Din is Dylan, a famous writer. Sure rich. Din had even worn branded clothes, for him it was like buying mint candy.

"Let's see," Rasti once complained. He saw Din so free to buy millions of rupiah shirts without thinking long.

"These t-shirts are probably the best fit for relaxing."

Accustomed to a comfortable life makes it not much thought to spend millions of dollars in the blink of an eye.

"You also don't wear that dull bag anymore." Din gives her an expensive bag; miu-miu. "Wear it when you're stuck."

The first expensive gift he got after becoming Din's lover. Sometimes, he traveled abroad and brought his hand to the Rasti family. His friends were always gossiping about how comfortable it was to be in the Sjarer family. They no longer need to struggle to get a job.

Rasti opened the closet. Many of Din's luxury items are still used. Starting from Bottega Veneta shoes that he still often wears to official events, Dior glasses to Gucci sweaters.

He started following Delia's account. Monitor their relationship, whether it continues to be as intimate as people's stories. Delia does not often wear expensive clothes, even her bag is relatively affordable.

"Delia's having a pajama party with Saras, again" Rasti looked closely at her phone screen. "Ah, Saras looks happy."

According to him, he had tried his best to approach Saras as a cousin. But he is still hated. Maybe because Raffa and his mother moved out of the main house. He did not feel guilty, he was happy to get a father from among officials.

"Din, I miss you." Rasti sends a voice message to Din.

Din never replied. Nor did he open the message. "Did he wear another number? Din always had two eaves."

Upset at never being answered, Rasti often asks Tony. Not the answer he got was a joke.

"Lo?" tony asked, he was busy with the workshop worker discussing something.

"I don't care about me anymore, Ton."

"God... " Tony sighed for a moment, "Truly your life is lacking buzz, Race."

"Please tell me Din, open the message and quickly reply!" rasti said with a firm tone.

"Lo aspires to be an actor, huh? Hello, it's 2023 and you have a rich dream? Instead of being an actor, mendin lo try the list of auditions dangdut contest. Your face supports to kick."

Rasti turned off the phone. It really sucks to talk to Tony.

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Delia and Saras are satisfied to have delivered Riri to the magnificent temple with seven hundred invited guests. It was unexpected that his family's connections were so extensive.

"Lega... " Saras leaned against Delia's shoulder, "Let me unmarried."

Delia patted Saras on the shoulder. He also did not expect to get married sooner, the soul mate is mysterious but arranged is also not too bad.

"You are so beautiful" Din said, glancing at the windshield.

"Thank you."

"If you're tired, go to sleep."

During the two-hour drive home, Delia slept well. As soon as he woke up, he had arrived in front of Din's house. The security guard opened the gate. Oma welcomed their arrival. He was waiting for Delia's return.

"Delia needs to rest first, Oma." Din prevents Oma from taking Delia to the Andaro complex.

"Sorry, Oma. Delia's permission to miss Arisan." Delia did not feel good about reneging on her promise but seeing the expression of Din's frown was infuriating.

"It must be because of Din." Oma Aliyah passed, she had no problem leaving by herself. Anyway, I'll meet a lot of people.

After taking a bath, Delia was made astonished by Din's attitude. Din prepared orange juice and put it on the room table. An unusual attitude.

"You make juice?" ask Delia.

Din smiled, "Obviously, no."

Delia would not believe a spoiled child like Din was able to prepare her own food and drinks. But he appreciates the little things, little by little attention from Din.

"Thank you, honey," Delia kissed Din's left cheek.

Din laughs.

"What's wrong with you, honey?"

"I'm so happy because you're home" whispered Din.

Delia hugged Din tightly. Both of his hands did not want to take off the embrace. For some reason, he also felt a mounting longing when only last night separated.

Din lifted his wife's body and pressed her into the bed to lie down, "You're tired. Tonight, you have to sleep well."

Both of Delia's hands were still coiled around Din's neck, he was sleepy, but it felt like he wanted to touch Din's lips.

Din kissed Delia's lips for longer. For the sake of making up for the longing, he was almost greedy. "This is more than enough. Good night, honey," Din kissed Delia on the forehead.

Delia was still wrapping her hands around Din's waist, she had not yet fully fallen asleep. There is still a wedge in the mind. About the threat message he got last night. He did not dare to tell.

"You're sleeping" Din looked at him. Their eyes meet. "Are you thinking of something?"

Suddenly he thought of meeting a college friend. They have a good career, a big income and deserve to be proud. While he is, still as before. Unemployed S2. Even Saras is not completely idle. He is a popular online novelist now. Din is also impressed relaxed, he has a job with fantastic pay.

''They talk about achievement, career and future goals. I think I'm still walking in place... "

Din held Delia's hand, "You're not the way in place. You have found your way, to be a good wife. I promise, I will take responsibility, work even harder. My wife doesn't have to do anything but accompany me."

Delia shed tears without feeling, "I still can't believe this is Din."

Din hugged and tried to calm Delia down, "Hm, it's me, your husband."

Many of Oma's suggestions are true, love in marriage grows out of habit. Sjarier family members are not allowed to cheat or play women carelessly. Din dislikes bars and discos, preferring workshops, vacations and writing. Someone once said, The best way to protect yourself is to be principled.

Seriate...