The Marry Din
The Part 37

The third day of vacation in Mas Jarot's hometown.

Delia observed the daily activities of the housewives. Most of them started shopping to the vegetable stalls half six in the morning. While choosing fresh vegetables, they greeted each other and chatted freely. There was no heavy topic he heard.

"This is Jarot's mom, right?" ask the shop owner.

Delia nodded, she then smiled politely. "It's true, Mom."

"It's really pretty that Delia turns out. I thought Jarot used to lie about having rich and beautiful friends in Andaro's compound."

"Hehehe... " Delia grimaced, nor did she expect to be greeted kindly by Mas Jarot's neighbor.

"Sir Delia came with her husband, huh?"

"Yes, Mom. The man who went to the same rice field yesterday is my husband. Hehe... "

"Well, it's lucky to see a compatible couple. The guy is really handsome, the girl is also very pretty."

"Hehehe... "

Coming home from the stall, Delia was still whining. He likes to hear compliments that they are a compatible couple. Cook it while smiling.

"Why?" ask Din. He was about to take a glass, but saw Delia continue to smile broadly, "What has gotten into you, my wife?"

Delia ignored Din's question. He continued cooking.

"Why are you again?" ask Din again.

"It's okay, hehehe."

Bizarrely. Seeing Delia, Din felt he had to hold the wife before her sanity faded. "Hap! Disappear, evil spirits!"

The woman laughed. Unexpectedly, Din's excessive anxiety looked cute. "Haha. You're so much better, sweetie."

"No! I was so worried."

"I'm cooking again. Don't hug from behind." Delia was somewhat distracted because her movements were limited. "Please take off your arms, dear."

"No way!"

Delia turned off the stove and looked at her husband.

After breakfast.

Din looked at the blue sky. Is beautiful. There was a new peace he felt after all this time. It turns out that the idea of a vacation in the village is not a bad thing. Many ideas came up when he closed his eyes. Not just an idea to write. About the tough decision he had to take; let go of Revo or meddle.

The sound of a broom tickling broomstick that disturbs the atmosphere. The rigid movements of Delia who holds a broomstick make Din laugh. A lot of good things have happened in their relationship lately.

He snapped a few photos of Delia sweeping the page and uploaded them on Instagram. "My only one... "

Get up from sitting comfortably. His steps were faster towards Delia's place. A noisy woman who started to disturb Din's heart lately.

"His wealth belongs to Harry Potter" he said with a happy face.

Din just smiled.

"You're sitting there again" Delia pushed her man's body. "Don't wander in the yard."

"I've just seen people sweep the lawn for the first time but it's noisy."

Delia put a broomstick on. "It's the second experience sweeping the page. Back then, when we were camping, it was also cleaning the streets."

What is the name of the feeling that makes a person quickly change? Of love? Probably right. Love comes without giving. In fact, it can come between friendly relationships. After a rethink, Delia was a friend since she was a child. Before getting to know Tony and the workshop guys, it was just him -- Delia.

"Why lately, I keep thinking about you."

"It must be a flutter," Delia simply responded lightly.

"Really!" said Din firmly. He wanted to prove that Delia was the only woman he loved right now.

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"You are living trash!"

Din read again the incoming terror messages. As usual, he did not want to respond to terror anymore. His focus right now is just spending time with his wife. No matter how that person ransacked Din's mentality. He wants to be quiet for a while.

"DIN!" the sound of Delia's cry made Din panic and run towards the living room.

"No!" Delia shows her High School uniform, "This is from Mas Jarot's niece who just graduated this year."

Ah, Din remembered something. Carnival will be held in the village to commemorate Independence Day. All residents, no matter the entrants or travelers are asked to participate. The costume is set.

"RT Mas Jarot has a back to school theme!" Delia was so enthusiastic. This was my first experience at the carnival. "Mas Jarot has minjemin STM uniform belonging to his sister for you, dear."

Din shook his head, wanting to refuse but his heart was not good. Forced. "Okay, I'm trying."

A few minutes later. They were amazed at each other. Din sees Delia in her high school uniform back, just like de javu in the past. Moreover, Delia styled her hair as a child hits High School.

"Wow!" Din until glared in disbelief.

Delia revolved around Din, "Hey, Class Brother."

"You're hurting me again?" ask him anxiously.

They did not forget to take selfies. Din hugged her from behind while wearing glasses. Like a parody of a teen romantic comic scene.

"You're too handsome... "

Din pinched Delia's cheek, "Sir Din, call me dong, dear."

As hypnotized, Delia according to. "Sir Din, congratulations on graduation yak!"

Din stared gently at Delia, he also gave a loving hug. "Thank you, Deck."

"But when STM kids wear Balenci t-shirts*aga gini?" sindir Delia's.

Din just blends style according to himself. While in High School, he also wore Jord*n shoes for tens of millions not to mention the flashy branded t-shirts ; Balenci*aga, L*V, Gucc*ci, Stus*sy and Balma*in.

"You're like the main character of the comic, honey," Delia said. His face flushed every time he had a long look with Din. He was married, but still ashamed.

"You're talking about it while being shy?'' Din was happy to tease Delia, "When we're at the level we can't be ashamed anymore."

Hearing Din's words, Delia grew even more embarrassed.

It's a crazy idea Din. He borrows Mas Jarot's motorcycle and takes Delia around town. They still wear school uniforms and are covered only in jackets (Din) and cardigans (Delia).

"Get a tight hold!" din lantang.

"Okay, Boss!"

Just a few minutes drive. There's a bunch of kids in different uniforms intercepting Din's motor.

"Down lo, son of STM Bakti!" said.

He said he happened to be still wearing a mask. "What's up?"

"Tell Tomket, the ruler of STM Bakti was to withdraw from the cycling competition this month."

Of the five people who confronted, three of them were discussing who they were. The body is tall, the clothes worn are different from the standard STM children.

"Bro, he wears the original Jord*an," whispered one.

"I'm sorry but STM Bakti's children are not as famous as Bima."

"But this is really Rangga's motorbike, just look at the motor sticker. But... Rangga is a girl spec bidadari gini?"

They look at each other.

I began to understand the situation. He embraces the two people he does not know, "Rangga is at home again watching TV anyway."

"Well, you're on the wrong target" Delia said.

I want to laugh but be ashamed. The five people could only apologize while covering up their stupidity.

"I swear, the man was wearing shoes that cost twelve million Bro! Not to mention the jacket, I scammed it on google."

"Wow, Rangga's brother is brave and brave."

"Wow... "

Seriate...