The Marry Din
The Part 36

"I love you so much, Din Sjarer," Delia touched Din's nose slowly.

Happiness is like a surprise to him. Sometimes, I want to give up and almost give up. Again, Din melted his heart in an unexpected way.

"This video is funny, right?'' tanyakanya.

Delia smiled back.

Deep down, he wished their happiness could be eternal. There are no more oddities, although in a perfect marriage nothing is 100% smooth.

"Not so, the people who make the content of marriage happy, they are not really happy."

Delia turned to look at Din.

"Even in this house" he added.

The appearance of Mommy Lady has a big impact on Din. The hateful look from Digo and Din had already caught him at the dinner table. Not to mention, the subtle insinuations of the other brothers about the fall of Revo into the hands of Din.

"Isn't this ridiculous?" ask Digo to Dina.

"I mean Digo, what?"

"Oma's not fair this time."

Din finishes the meal and draws Delia's hand, "We'll be on our honeymoon again. I don't care about Revo right now. Go ahead, Digo's brother discussed with Om Danu or Papi."

An impromptu honeymoon plan is a plan far from expectations. Delia herself was convinced, just a temporary escape. Din is still like himself in the past. Avoiding troublesome things.

"You're bete again, right?''

"You are the one who understands me the most."

Which sucks, he himself has no purpose of leaving. Just drive a car of your will. They are already on the cross-provincial toll road.

"Is there a recommendation for a nice, quiet place?" ask Din.

"What if we go to Mas Jarot's hometown? It just so happens that he's back home."

"Nice ideas!"

The car drove following the map directions to Mas Jarot's hometown. Located in the middle of the island of Java, a small and beautiful city with breathtaking rice field views.

"That's great, Din."

"You are rich" Din said in a casual tone.

Once at Mas Jarot's parents' house. They greet, chat for a while and ask permission to stay with the relevant parties; RT Chairman.

"Well, monggo. The house next door is empty and the rent is cheap." Mas Jarot took them to the house of the brother who was empty and often rented.

Din looked around. A house that is worth living in, plus AC is installed. "Sip, I'm transferring right away."

Pinged. A notification message on Mas Jarot's phone. "Fine, Boss! 5 Million is more than enough to rent and eat a month."

"Yes, if it can include the cost of home care. I don't want Delia to take a bite and cook. The goal here is a part two honeymoon."

Delia pinched Din's lips, "Hey, honey! I want to feel shopping in a rich shop."

"No. You can't go outside the bedroom."

Mas Jarot shuddered at Din's words, "The most basic..."

The first night they slept in a simpler room. They look at each other and sometimes hear the sound of a swarm of mosquitoes coming.

Delia took the mosquito lotion she got from the homeowner this afternoon. Carefully, he applied it to Din's hands and feet.

"This is the first time anyone has applied anti-mosquito lotion" Din smiled kindly.

"It's also the first time I've applied an anti-mosquito lotion to someone else."

Din kissed Delia's lips many times before they fell asleep due to severe drowsiness.

...****************...

Morning on the terrace. Din enjoys a cup of black coffee while staring at the stretch of the road.

"Ah, the air is very clean." He did not stop being amazed every time he breathed.

The squealing life problems he was experiencing seemed to be slowly being eliminated. About Revo, the start-up company that was bequeathed to him. Pun, about the Mommy family -- fighting over the position of the strongest heir.

People are now beginning to forget the struggles of parents. It is ingrained in the mind only how to get the rights of the child, forget the obligations. Sometimes, Din is very sad to see some of Oma's friends who choose the nursing home as the best resting place compared to their magnificent home. Stern children sometimes yell without caring about the pain that sets in later.

Daytime. Delia decided to cook. He prepared traditional menus such as stir-fried kale with shrimp, chicken soy sauce and sambal terasi.

"I forbid you to be tired." She hugged Delia from behind. "Thank you for lunch, my dear."

Delia smiled, not in vain, she asked the location of the stall selling the nearest fresh vegetables. Carefully, he scoops the rice and side dishes for Din first.

"Thank you, dear." Din almost cried haru because he felt respected as a husband so beautiful. Not like someone's story - Mommy. "You should eat a lot too."

Surprisingly, Delia felt full every time she saw Din devouring rice and side dishes, "For me, seeing you greedily is equivalent to being full."

After lunch. Their plan was to visit a hut in the Mas Jarot rice field area. Quiet and unsettled by many. I started getting inspired to write.

Delia humming. His voice was not too melodious but not bad to hear. Din himself is more tone blind.

Din closed his eyes. The breeze of the rice field made him captivated for a moment, he forgot the heavy problem.

Seeing her husband focused on the atmosphere. Delia stopped humming. He just stared at Din. "Semu has happened, making us more mature, right?"

Din reflex nodded. He who was sitting quietly changed position - - resting his head on Delia's thigh. "I may not be a good husband yet, but, with you... I'm becoming more alive."

Delia stroked Din's hair. The smell of shampoo that is the same as him indicates that they are living as a married couple.

"Kiss me again" Din said. He looked at Delia while looking at one pimple on Delia's nose, "Later the pimple goes away anyway."

Delia according. He looked around and felt safe. He kissed Din's neck, "I'm ashamed. I'm afraid of being mistaken for a pervert."

The man laughed out loud. It was ridiculous to hear my wife say that. "Haha!"

Delia smiled to herself. It's strange to hear, too, "I'm just afraid someone will see. It's in the village."

"We're a couple, honey," Din wakes up, sits up straight and embraces his wife. "We can do perverted things that are already valid in religion and state."

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Delia short.

They look at each other. There's no way they don't understand the code.

"Aha, it looks like we should go back home," Din carried Delia.

"Ih, shame," whispered Delia.

Only a few meters away. Mas Jarot who is relaxing enjoying young coconuts should be made aware of the fact they are still newlyweds.

"Their romance... "

A sense of unease is sweeping. His love story with a beautiful woman is over. What was even more unlucky, he accidentally overheard Din and Delia's ludicrous conversation this morning.

"I don't want you to stay on top."

"But when changing positions, you scream a lot. Especially in our room there's no silencer."

Mas Jarot who when this morning swept the leaves of the yard immediately petrified. "People of these bars, yes!"

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