The Sweetes Feeling 2's
Different Conditions

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Regan stared at the matic motorbike parked in front of her parents' residence. And he knows who the owner is. It was definitely Mia who was visiting as usual.

He shook his head, but still entered the house because of the responsibility also if he left again. His father knew of his arrival.

"Gan?" Mella called out to her who was almost up the stairs leading to her room on the second floor.

Regan was forced to stop, then twist the body. He found the mother sitting on the head of the sofa.

"Yes Mom?" He answered his call.

"Busy until Sunday should it still work?" ask Mella.

"Yes. Mom knows for herself. FSH has been very busy lately." Regan answered.

"Even after working out of town it stays that way?"

The man nodded his head.

"Regan to the room first, Mom. Chubby …." And he almost backed off when Mella spoke again.

"Mom just got home from the hospital" she said, and that stopped Regan.

"Oh yeah? You sick again?" Then he came back.

"Just want to make sure that you're doing well enough." Mella answered.

"Then how?" Finally Regan approached, but the mother fell silent.

"How's it?" He repeated the question.

Regan turned to her father for an answer when she did not open her voice.

"Well?" said.

"Can we talk outside for a minute?" But suddenly Mia got up from her seat.

"What's wrong? Seriously?"

Mia nodded her head.

Regan sighed then pursed her mouth. "All right." Then he was forced to follow Mia's words.

"You're the one who took Mom to the hospital? How could? My parents called you?" He immediately asked.

"just coincidental. I delivered Aunt Mella's order when your father almost took her to the hospital." The woman answered.

"Yes, then?" Regan half-believes.

"Listen to me first, Re. I swear I didn't mean to get any attention or anything, but …."

"Yes, right. But you always visit my parents." Regan interrupted.

"I'm just maintaining a good relationship, and Aunt Mella is asking. So don't you think as if I'm looking for attention."

Regan didn't respond.

"Trust me, there's no intention of me getting close if that's what you think. I realize my position is where and how we are now. Although I realize that I still hope but I know that opportunity is no longer there."

"Then what are you doing here? Why don't you go and don't be nice to my parents. They don't need that."

"Yes, they need." Mia answered.

"No. They just need their son, not you."

"Where are you when they need you?"

"Mia, I'm working. Not spending time in vain. They know and understand that."

"Yes, but the evidence?"

"Here you go, why are we arguing? I'm tired and don't have time to discuss unimportant things, so …."

"Tante Mella has cancer."

Regan stopped talking.

"Third-stage blood cancer, and we only found out today after a thorough examination. Aren't you gonna care about that?"

"Where were you when Aunt Mella was in pain? Why isn't it detected like this?"

The man was stunned. He then turned his head inside the house where his mother and father were silent in their place.

"Cannot be. Why don't you talk to me …." And she almost went back inside, but Mia immediately held her back.

"Not to overreact!"

"But I need to talk to my mom, Mia!"

"Yes, I know. But speak calmly. Aunt Mella doesn't need your reaction this hard."

Regan looked at the woman closely.

"Speak, but calmly. That's all Aunt Mella needs right now. The illness is obvious and we know how to handle it. He just needs your support."

Regan was at a loss for words.

"Can? If yes, then I will let you in. But if you don't, I won't let you."

"Still workable, Re. Chances are small, but if attempted it might work."

The man lay his head on the back of the chair with his eyes closed. At the moment there was nothing he could think of except his mother. What's again? His parents were all he had, and everything he worked for them was included.

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Nania blinked when she felt someone shake her body. She moaned while pulling her hand that was held tightly by who else if not Daryl the person?

"Babies?" The man pulled his body to get up. "Baby, wake!"

"Yeah! What time is it? Why are you banhunin me?" But Nania immediately lowered her head under the pillow.

"Baby, wake. I'm hungry!" said Daryl who put the pillow off the top of his head.

"No, it's still night!" Nania refused again.

"But, Baby. Stomach hungry!"

"Mmmm ….!"

"Come on, get up first. After making me eat you can sleep again!" her door, and she pulled the blanket that covered Nania's body.

"Oh, jeez!" And Nania was forced to obey her husband.

"If you ask for something complicated, I hit you!" He got up and with his steps came out of the room. Followed by Daryl who laughed while holding both shoulders.

"It's four o'clock in the morning, Daddy! What do you want to eat?" Nania had washed her face with cold water.

"Eitherway. It's important that I don't starve." Daryl's waiting in the chair.

"Hmm .. wrong last night did not eat. It's like this, right?"

"I'm lazy."

"Not to be obeyed, our children will be spoiled."

Daryl laughs.

"Attent. The fried rice? The easy thing is, let's spit too." bargained Nania, but the man shook his head.

"Keep what? Grilled bread?"

Daryl nodded back.

"Keep what dong? He said what's easy as long as you're full?" Nania is getting upset.

"Eitherway. What's good to eat at this hour?" The man asked back.

"Gee!! I told you not to ask for anything too."

"It's not hard, Malyshka. It's just .. I seem to want something yeah .. warm, like …."

"Temos water is mixed with broth powder if that's the case" said Nania as she glanced.

"Well, I know!" Then Daryl snapped a finger.

"What? Do not ask sate maranggi lontongnya all of you. I don't want to make it, ribet."

"No, Baby. Haha." Daryl laughed again, then he got up from his chair.

"Continue?"

"I want yellow rice."

"What?"

"Let's go get some yellow rice? Or rice sitting? Or …." One corner of her lips was pulled upwards forming a small grin. "The one you bought!" said.

"What?"

"Yellow rice ... in the market."

"Markets?"

"Yes .. Now I know what to eat. Yellow rice in the market that I was driving you to shop" he said after he got the idea.

"Seriously?" Nania's face paled slightly.

"Yeah, come on!" The man climbed into his room on the second floor, then quickly returned with already wearing his trousers and jacket. He also brought long clothes for Nania.

"Come, Baby! The merchant's open at this hour, right?" Daryl helps Nania put on her clothes, then she takes the car keys.

"But, Dadd. The dawn-body like this …." And the woman again stepped back to follow Daryl who pulled her out of the house.

"Daddy, stop!" Then he stopped their steps. "We ask Mbak Mima to make it" he said.

"No want! I want to buy in that market, and eat there. It looks good." But Daryl won't listen.

And there was nothing Nania could do but follow the man.

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