The Sweetes Feeling 2's
Rules

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Both corners of Anandita's lips are attracted to form a smile when she sees a list of viewers on the status of whats app that is only one person. Who else if it wasn't Regan who he set up on purpose just so that the man could see it.

Of course, he would not be careless about letting others see him let alone his parents. Could die if that happened.

"Because? What do you want?" He muttered. Then put the flat object on the study table when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" The girl turned her head after opening her textbook.

"Can you come in?" It turned out that the father was coming.

"Come in, the door is not locked," he replied, who remained at the desk.

"Already learning?" Arfan poked his head after opening the door.

"Just read it again." Anandita slightly twisted the body.

"Well, can you talk?" Arfan entered the room.

"Can you talk what?"

"It's about …." The man looked around his teenage daughter's room.

The room, which is dominated by the green color of the tosca, still looks comfortable as it was arranged when Anandita was small. Wooden cabinets and tables to fill the place plus shelves that once contained dolls are now turned into a place to put trophies. Several books of knowledge were also there and became the reading material of his daughter.

"What?" 

Arfan sat on the edge of the bed not far from the study table.

"On college" he said.

"Lecture?"

"Yes, have you thought about it?" That topic he had just discovered as the reason for talking to Anandita.

"Not yet." The girl completely twisted her body.

"Yet?"

"Newly want UTS next week have thought about college?" Anandita laughing.

"You should've thought about it from now on."

"Still a long time, Papa."

"But the plan must be there, Ann. It will determine your future."

"That's it?"

"Yes. So that everything is organized and you can prepare it well."

Anandita thinks.

"Don't be like Arkhan." The man with a soft tone.

"Arkhan why?"

"He won't go to college for at least the next two years."

"Times?"

"Yes. Yesterday Papa spoke to him."

"Why not go to college?"

"She wanted to explore his abilities on the motor trail."

"Ohuh?"

"Papa worried after two years finally he really did not want to go to college. Moreover, it has mastered the ability that it is now learned."

"Why is Papa Permitin ngetrail? Is this what it is?"

"Papa thought it was a positive activity, but it actually made Arkhan comfortable and did not want to do anything else. Though he's a champion in sports and can get a scholarship if he goes to college."

"Heuh .. very dear."

"Yes, that's why."

"Can't Papa forcefully stop first? At least until the end of college, will he be able to continue. Seriously very ngetrailnya kayak who want to participate in an international tournament?"

"Come …."

"Papa if Arkhan is flabby. Anything ngebolehin. Try if it's me, everything can't."

"You're different."

"Different what? He said it was Papa's son? But Papa's treatment of me is the same Arkhan's different." Anandita saw an opportunity to protest to her father.

"The concept is not like that. You're a girl and Arkhan's a boy. When you treat the same?"

"It's just a drumbeat."

"No Ann, more than that."

"What?"

"Papa has to take good care of you, and everything Papa has to do to keep you safe."

"Including me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's not fair."

"Justice is relative. It depends on the circumstances and to whom justice is applied."

"Not understanding."

"The woman is naturally guarded, and it is our responsibility to take care of the men. Arkhan is a man who must do all the things necessary to live. Including keeping the women in the family."

"Keeping the same forbids it's different, Papa." Anandita. "Keeping it lets anyone do what they want without hindrances. But within clear safety limits. If harm is forbidden."

Arfan laughing. "You're insinuating Papa, Heh?"

"Yes call it that."

"That's honest you are!"

"And you have to do it, let Papa understand."

"There will come a time when Papa will set you free to do many things."

"When? After graduating High School?"

"No. That age you're still Papa's responsibility."

"People after 18 years are free. And in three months I'm 18." Anandita smiled broadly.

"Ck! Papa likes that."

"Papa has to make sure you're okay, and everything's safe for you to run."

"When do I stand?"

"Handiri does not mean separated from Papa's supervision, Ann. Can do your job well, able to manage your needs properly, and keep yourself also a form of independence."

"But you can't have any other activities."

"What activities? Your obligation is to learn, about everything else, let Papa think."

"I'm like other kids."

"What's? Roaming the street? Doing something useless? Or do you endanger yourself in the company? I don't think that's an option."

"Yes that's not it either. It means I want Papa to be free to go where I am alone. Without a strict escort like the president's son. Uh, now the president's son is not tight-tight as hell?"

"Papa said they weren't Arfan Sanjaya's children, so it's up to you." The man laughed.

"A, Papa!" Anandita was upset.

"Maybe if you've been to college Papa will slightly loosen the rules." But Arfan changed his mind.

"Hum?"

"Only if you promise to always take good care of yourself, and not do things that are harmful to yourself."

"Whoa, about that I know too." Anandita looks sumringah.

"So ... will immediately think about where to go to college?" Arfan is back on the topic.

"Yes yes, now I'm starting to think."

"really? Or if not, Papa will choose where to go to college. There are many good campuses in Jakarta."

"No, let me do it."

"Then what about his career?"

"Can you freely choose a major, I don't?"

"Can. But if you may suggest you choose business or tourism alone."

"What?"

"So that someone goes on to run the family business."

"That's not a free name, tell me Papa wants me to choose it." Anandita grumbled while Arfan laughed.

"What do you want to choose?"

"Painting art."

"Painting art?" Arfan. Then he glanced to the other side of the room where there were many paintings of his daughter's work 

Ah, he forgot that Anandita was good at painting since childhood, and there was already a lot she had made to channel her talent. Even the trophies on their shelves and cabinets downstairs are largely the result of being winners in some painting competitions.

"Askhan can only motor-motor until ngetrail that, when I can not develop my talent in the painting?" And that ultimate weapon Anandita threw out. Makes the father quiet.

"Then who will continue Papa and Mommy's business?" The man said.

"There is Asha with Aksa."

"If they don't want to? They'll see how her brother is, and will definitely imitate."

Anandita.

"Ah, Papa forgot that it shouldn't burden you for this kind of business. You're still in school and your obligation is to learn, not think about family business." Arfan chuckled again. He was turning his daughter's thoughts about education.

"Study first well, until you graduate with satisfactory results. Just think about this business, huh?"

Anandita nodded her head.

"Alright, continue your studies. But don't get too late. You also need to rest" he said again, and he quickly walked out of his daughter's room.

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"Home home early today?" Daryl's message came in on his phone at noon. At that time the atmosphere of the bazaar began to be crowded because it was the last day they sold.

"I don't know, it's like afternoon. On the last day, there's a lot to do." Nania replied to him while busy serving buyers.

"So it's okay if I'm also a little late? Last meeting with staff this afternoon."

"It's okay. But if for example long I can come with the others?"

Suddenly Daryl made a phone call so Nania took a few steps back.

"Whose parents? Your rock artisore?" daryl said from across the street.

"Not."

"Keep who? Is there anything close to you besides him? Good, is this the freedom you mean? Can you get along with just anyone?"

"Not that!"

"Then what do you mean, come with someone else?" Daryl asked again.

"Follow Mahira, for example. Or order that online motorcycle?"

"Can't! Who am I? Even if I can't pick up, then I'll have anyone in Nikolai Group who can. There's Regan and her colleagues, so you don't have to go with anyone, let alone online. Just stay in front of the gate until one of us comes."

Nania speechless.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes." Yeah." Then the woman answered.

"Yes, I want to get back to work. I have so much to finish today."

"Good."

Then the connection was cut off.

Nania was stunned staring at her phone screen for a moment. I don't know why it's becoming more and more conducive. The situation even continues to get worse and he is increasingly cornered.

Being calmly faced feels unregulated. He acted and turned around to attack. Giving up makes it seem meaningless, but resisting also produces nothing but discord. And everything he did was wrong.

So what do I really have to do? The woman breathed her breath in the air.

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