The Sweetes Feeling 2's
Small Debate

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Daryl crawled the empty side next to him, but he could not find Nania's warm body all night in her arms. He opened his eyes and the woman was not there.

He immediately got up and looked around the room that looked empty.

"Malyshka?" call him, when his sight does not find his wife either.

Then he immediately got out of bed and searched for her in every corner of the room.

The man ran out, then went down to the bottom floor, and yes, Nania was already busy with her morning activities in the kitchen.

"I thought you were gone …." Daryl came to him immediately.

Nania looked over with her forehead wrinkled. "Where to go?" ask her without stopping her job of preparing food.

Daryl glanced at the new wall clock showing at half-six in the morning, but the woman had already made food that she might make provisions for. It looks like some of the food boxes are ready at the table.

"You made provisions?" Daryl's approaching.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why so much? No need to bother making supplies for me, in FSH there are also. So …."

"Who made provisions for you?" Nania cut her words.

"Continue?"

"Yes to me is Mahira." He closed two lunchboxes that were already filled with cockerel rice covered in seaweed sheets, sliced omelet, fried chicken pieces of flour and a specially made packet of sauce.

"Then this?" Daryl pointed to the other four boxes that Nania was filling.

"Oh, .. This is for the bazaar committee that is on duty today."

"Why are you bringing them food too?"

"Not why, just want to. Occasionally giving people to eat has nothing to lose. It's also nice that they like us the same."

"Four people ... Who are they?" Daryl.

"Panitia. The old man is often in the bazaar." Nania filled the boxes with the same food as for her and Mahira.

"Who?"

The woman stopped her work for a moment. "You don't know, every day people are different. Sometimes there is Kak Yura same temennya, sometimes there is Kak Dirga .. same Kak Mahen. Or sometimes others."

"Your stiff-necked classmate?" Daryl certainly reacted to hearing Mahendra's name mentioned.

"Yes." Yeah." Nania continued her activities of filling the box then until it was finished.

"Is he in the bazaar every day?" Daryl started to panic.

"Yes, Kak Mahen and Kak Dirga are his role models. So it must be in the bazaar every day."

"Then why are you making food for them too? Why not just Mahira?" He had time to stop the new ones would put the boxes on his special bag.

"Why not, yes." Nania answered.

"Which other? Give them food too?"

"Remember me .. rarely." The woman remembers.

"Why do you bother?"

"Yesterday afternoon I saw that satay sales were giving to the committee, yes I want to imitate it. When do I love perfume? Can't be eaten."

"It's okay, just give one person one."

"Udah to everything. And today I want to give you a special one." replied Nania.

"Special what?" Daryl sounded unhappy.

"It's special, the food I make myself."

"Malyshka, then what about me?" Daryl pulled one of the lunch boxes that Nania almost put in the bag.

"Where's what? Every day you eat my cooking, when is it even more common?"

"No!" The man almost shouted.

"Before making for someone else I made for my own husband. That's also if you want to." he said, who poured Daryl coffee. "Do you want breakfast at your mom's? It's up to you" he said, then he sauntered down the stairs.

"Malyshka?"

"Mandi, or just do not wash your face before eating. It's not good to wake up and eat." Nania is walking towards her room on the second floor.

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Daryl looked at her preening in front of the mirror. As usual, Nania was wearing skinny jeans and a plain t-shirt, but this time it was a bit tight. 

He also styled his hair so that it looked different from usual, not just tying it up. Do not forget about the makeup and lipstick pink nude that makes his face look fresh and pleasing to the eye. Say, today Nania does dress up pretty enough for the size of the campus bazaar activities, and it makes Daryl feel unhappy.

"Heh, heh .. What the fuck is that?" Daryl, of course, tried to stop her, even though Nania had finished dressing up.

"What?"

"In the bazaar there's a fashion show so you dress up like this?" He pointed the tip of his index finger at Nania.

"Why indeed? Just dancing and doing this?"

"Just dance, you say? Usually not like this?"

Nania put a hair straightener on the table.

"So I have to be so innocent? Can't you dance neatly?"

"Yes but not like this either. You're just going to sell at the bazaar?" Daryl answered.

"If you want to sell you can't dance? Have you ever seen SPG? Know how they dress up?"

"But you're not SPG, baby!" Daryl started to feel anxious.

"Yes, and I don't dress them. My clothes are normal, but can you dong me also a little dandan? Little you know. If the same model is still losing far, lunch with the company leader will go to a bachelorette party. Dress like a real males."

Daryl. He understands that insinuation.

Oh, my God, it continues. Inner mumbling.

"I want to be beautiful too. Wear the nice clothes I have. Not to impress others, but to myself. Can't that be the time?"

"By, Nna. Anything can be. Didn't I give you everything?"

"Yes, why do you keep banning me? It makes no sense to hear your reasons! Then what's the point of me having all this? Good clothes, expensive make up are all you buy if the edges are still not allowed? Mending has none!" Nania started sulking.

"It's not so, honey. I told you, you can dress up if you go with me. If to go to campus, why should be dandan as beautiful as this?"

"Yes because I want to. The hell time doesn't it? Try if you are, free-only want to do it too. And about being able to dance with you, now I'm asking when are we going together? You let me know that if I work a half-day, it's also only on campus. Or if we make an agreement accidentally. Not because you really have time to go together all day. The rest I am at home. When is the dress?" Nania turned her husband's words upside down, whether she got where all that courage came from. Which made Daryl speechless again.

"Over time we fight, know that gini continues. Why can't I just do what I want? I still have limits on certain things. I know that I already have a husband, and will not do anything beyond limits. Losing Sunny is enough to make me have my own limits, I won't forget."

"Malyshka, stop!" Daryl took two steps closer to Nania.

"Sometimes I want to look like someone else. Going to college neatly, looking beautiful is that without suspicion for things that don't even occur in my brain."

Why is the problem going everywhere? Inner Daryl again.

"As for you, I'm tired of bothering about trivial business like this." Nania breezed outwards, but Daryl grabbed her wrist.

"For me it's not a trivial thing, Malyshka. Knowing that there are dozens of pairs of eyes watching you makes me feel disturbed" he said, which made Nania stunned.

"And you think remember my husband being surrounded by sexy women who bravely approached didn't make me feel disturbed? Try to think again. Why do I always have to take care of your feelings by not doing anything you don't like, but you're free to do what you want even if it bothers me?" Nania once again reversed Daryl's words.

"The trivial things I do can make you feel disturbed so I am forbidden to do it, but you? I'm what is this? Your slave?" And the sentences were indeed pierced right into the deepest recesses of the heart, making Daryl even more lost for words.

"All I know is that the husband and wife are both trying to strengthen each other. Mutual happiness and mutual understanding of each other's wishes. Not one is controlled and the other is controlled. Corrections if I am wrong. And I didn't want to experience what my parents did, so their household failed and ended up hurting everyone. Which has ruined everything even until now. Because what? One is in control in the wrong way, while the other is silent when controlled. How would you like to have a real life if it continues?"

"Ah, I'm a fuss, right? This sin, sinaaaa!!" And Nania was completely out of their room.

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