The Sweetes Feeling 2's
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"Sore, Sir?" Mima greeted Daryl who had just arrived in the evening.

The woman had just walked out of her employer's house after delivering food and checking things out.

"August, Mima. You checked on Nania?" ask Daryl to him.

"Yes, sir."

"He hasn't been down all day?" ask her again.

"So early in the morning it came down for a little sunbathing, but it went in again."

"Hmm? Alright. Thank you, Mima." said he, who immediately headed to his room on the second floor.

"Darling, are you okay?" The man quickly broke through the door of the room that was not completely shut, and found his wife lying on the bed just like this morning when he left her for work.

Nania moved her head that was slumped on the pillow, then revealed her blanket slightly.

"You sick?" Daryl asked again.

"No, I'm not feeling well anymore." Nania also answered.

The man checked his condition again. 

"It's okay, just less excited." But Nania immediately brushed aside with a laugh.

"Seriously, I'm afraid you're okay." Daryl climbed onto the bed after taking off his shoes and suit, then he overstretched Nania's body and lowered his head on her chest.

"Eee .. If you were like this, I'd really be okay." And Nania laughed, but did not refuse when her husband did so.

"Hm …." Daryl just muttered with his creeping hand to touch the woman's body.

"What's this?" she asked, as her hand felt something else under the blanket.

"Warming device only." 

"Warming devices?" The man parroted.

"Yes, I started coming to the moon. So much, so lemes. Maybe that's what makes me so excited as well." explained Nania who really uncovers the blanket and shows what she is using.

An electric heating device that is used every time he experiences a menstrual cycle that lately has overwhelmed him a little.

"What?"

"Hehe, I .. again came the moon, Dadd." Nania laughed awkwardly because of this.

Daryl stared at his face.

"Hehe .. sorry." And Nania framed her face.

"Ah, just two nights?" he said with a disappointed tone.

"Yes ... how else, can't it be delayed?"

"Ughh! you're a bitch, Malyshka!" Then Daryl buried his face in her chest, hugging her tightly. While Nania just laughed while hugging him back.

He was upset, of course, but could do nothing. Because even though he wants to do it, but it is impossible to force the will.

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Regan decides to stop her car when it's close to home when she sees a familiar motorbike heading in the same direction.

Apparently Mela really realized her plan to invite Mia to dinner even in her absence.

I don't know what the mother meant to do that, which surely Regan was reluctant to interact with her ex-lover.

Regan waited until Mia's motorbike actually entered her yard, for then she pulled back the car and undo the intention to go home.

And after driving around without direction and destination he finally stopped the vehicle in one quiet place.

An area where from tens of meters away from where he is now can see the house of Arfan Sanjaya whose lights appear to glow.

Yeah, he went back to that place but I don't know what?

Regan put her head on the back of the chair. He loosened the tie tie, then pulled it until the winding came off.

It seemed, these kinds of things were starting to drive him crazy. Meaning, almost.

Facing a big new child who is in love with him makes himself start to be overwhelmed. Especially since she was not just an ordinary girl, but the son of a man she had known for a long time. And Regan knows this isn't going to go easy.

Look, rejection and denial were also prohibitions he ever threw, but it did not produce anything other than the girl who was increasingly aggressive.

Plus the suspicion of his own mother who now seems to be opening the opportunity to restore a romantic relationship with Mia, the former lover who broke it almost a year ago.

And this felt even more dizzying than controlling his feelings for Anandita.

"Huh?" Regan frowned.

"This madness has apparently started poisoning you, too, Regan." He rubbed his face rough.

"If this is the case, then what should I do?" Regan kept muttering.

"Huh, this teenager really made a seven-round dizzy." He's pulling hair on his head.

"Wait on! When I like teenagers? It's so weird." Then he stared at the magnificent building on the beach.

"Huh, too much work really makes people go crazy." Then the man started the engine of his car.

"Yes, I need a place to rest tonight." Regan called one of her co-workers. "No, just to sleep, I need to rest." 

I heard laughter from across.

"Seriously, I don't want to go home" he said again, leaving the place in the opposite direction.

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"Darling, what are you watching?" Dygta got into the bed where her husband was. 

The man was enjoying an evening show where a comedian was in action on television, making himself laugh at the jokes being thrown. While Dygta just finished with the ritual before his sleep, namely caring for the beauty of his face and body that makes him look younger than his age.

"habit." The man fixed the pillow behind his wife. "Ugh, are you wearing a new perfume? It's delicious." Then he leaned his body towards Dygta as a very gentle scent tempted his sense of smell.

"Not perfume." Dygta still rubbed his cheeks so softly.

"Then what? Body cream?" And Arfan leaned more and more towards Dygta, making the woman hold her chest that was almost docked.

"Night cream only." Then he answered.

"Night cream?"

"Yes. New products from Kirana. It seems to fit me. See?" Dygta showed off her smooth-looking cheeks. "And the smell is good too, I like it. Do you like it too?"

Arfan stuck the tip of his nose on the woman's soft cheeks, and again inhaled the pleasant aroma as before.

"Yes, I like it too" he said, embracing Dygta's body.

"good right? Kirana's an expert at this kind of thing, so I'm really just gonna move the treatment to her clinic."

"Hmm .. true. In addition to good products, you will also get privileges right?"

"Uh'um …." Dygta.

"Alright, I think the problem is over now." Arfan stuck his forehead to the woman's temple, then tightened his embrace.

"No, Honey. I'd actually like to talk about something else." Dygta pushed his chest back, creating some distance between them.

"What's wrong?"

"It's about Ann."

"Ann?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's wrong with Ann?"

"You're still watching him, aren't you?" Dygta asked.

"Oh, of course. I won't turn my attention away from my children until they're completely independent."

"It's normal."

"Nothing strange?"

"No. He's just normal. School, study, friends."

"No indication of a boyfriend?"

"Not seen."

"Hm …."

"And I'm relieved, hahaha." Arfan laughing. "Why indeed?" But then he saw his wife's changed face.

"But why do I feel suspicious?" The woman said.

"Surprisingly what?"

"Lately Ann's been a little mysterious."

"Huh? Mysterious what?"

"Ann is a little less active on social media when all this time nothing she always uploads. It's a story, or something."

"really? I don't think he's been very active lately."

"But he always made up stories in secret." Dygta.

"What?"

"Seriously." The woman laughed. "I'm gonna tap his phone, so I still know. Aren't you?"

Arfan almost took his smartphone.

"Eh, what do you want?" Then Dygta got in the way. Although it did not work because the man had already taken his phone first.

"See the story." Arfan answered.

"Well, can you?"

"Can. Although hidden neatly, but anyone's story I can see." The man checked his daughter's number, but he found nothing.

"Where? Nothing" he said, showing Dygta his phone screen.

"Masa? I have it in me." Then he took his cell phone.

"Oh yeah, he deleted it? Or are we both in privacy too?" he said he checked the story on Anandita's phone as well.

"The others were also deleted, whereas today he is uploading strange sentences."

"What strange sentences?"

"I don't understand it usually."

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What language does he speak?"

"All I know is Korean."

"Since when did he like Korea?"

"From time. Don't you see she's been uploading videos of young men singing and dancing?"

"Either."

"Well, but some days it's not. Just words."

"What-like?"

"Umm .. I forgot. Hive .. saranghe …."

Arfan laughing.

"Lately I haven't paid much attention to Ann. But instead keep an eye on Arkhan."

"Hum? Why Arkhan?" Dygta's attention was quickly sidetracked. 

"He's getting away, or training in some places."

"Practice what?"

"Eitherway. Sometimes he's like a guy racing. But other times watch free style shows. He rarely tried it."

"You mean?"

"Our son has other activities. This afternoon alone he met some people in the motor cross community."

"Who?"

"Himself."

"Don't you say he asked permission to go to the workshop?"

"Yes. Just change the oil and put the brakes on. The rest he went to some place."

"Then how else?"

"Go home like just now."

Dygta was stunned for a moment.

"What do you want?" he muttered with a crinkled forehead.

"Either, but he seems to be pursuing something serious. That's why Arkhan asked not to go to college first."

"Hm …."

"Our children have their own wills, dear." Arfan leaned against the head of the bed.

"Indeed. And they can't be arranged anymore."

"Looks like. Do I have to start tightening the rules again?" Arfan with his idea.

"Ah, it won't work." Dygta leaned on him.

"What is it?"

"i reckon. Ann and Arkhan are both loud, knowing for themselves they dare to refute our words. Not like Ara or Aksa and Asha."

"So what should I do?" Arfan looked at him.

"Let's go, I'm getting dizzy." Then she lowered her head on her husband's chest.

"Leave them what they want to do?" The man asked again.

"I don't know. Is that a good choice?"

"Hmm ... We are both dead-end for now huh? Haha." Arfan lowered his body so that the two of them were both lying down.

"I think yes."

"Well, about that maybe we can think about it later." Then Arfan hugged the woman again. "Now we think of the others" he said, bridging the bodies of the two.

"Hum?"

The man smiled meaningfully, then he started something that every couple would want if they were together like they are today.

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