The Sweetes Feeling 2's
Two Daughters

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"You, why the rush? Wrong shoes, right?" Dygta thrust a small towel at Anandita who was soaking her feet in warm water.

"Yes, Papa is in a hurry." The girl answered.

"Maybe it's better to just cold compress, ma'am?" Regan, who was still there, interrupted.

"Yes, after this."

"All right, then excuse me?" The man glanced at Anandita who was still soaking her feet.

"Yes, Regan. Thanks." And Dygta nodded his head. He then escorted the assistant from his younger brother to the terrace when Arfan and Asha appeared from below.

"Oh, have you arrived?" Arfan stopped in the middle of the stairs.

"Just now, sir." Regan answered.

"Hmm .. okay. Thank you." said Arfan who sauntered into the villa while Regan continued his steps away from the place.

"Ann's legs are chafing, honey." Dygta follows her husband and youngest child.

"Why blisters?" Arfan twisting body.

"Because of fast walking, where is it far away?" Anandita pulled out of the middle room.

"Lho's? Why quick? Can you relax? That's why Papa left you with Regan. Papa knows you can't be rushed."

Anandita rolled her eyes, especially after seeing her younger sister who was behind her father.

"It's been soaked with ointment, dear" the man told Dygta, who then continued his steps upstairs. While Asha chose to sit in the middle room not far from the Big Brother.

"Why else did you cry so much?" Anandita asked Asha who seemed to have just finished with her cries.

"Sister Arkhan was wearing my socks."

"What?"

"Where is no longer permission to know directly dipake aja."

"Just because doang socks can make you rampage? Which is really!"

"That's my favorite socks, brother."

"Did you joke? Our socks are many, with various sizes and colors. You have to choose which one is free. Lost to buy again, where a lot of sales."

"But that's all I like. The others are not good to make."

"So-sir! All socks are the same. It's supposed to protect our feet."

"No, I don't understand."

"Yes, it's not understandable. Sometimes you like weird. Anything can make a rage. Fretful!"

"Mending if it is not difficult for people, this is everyone made the same confusion of your behavior, you know?"

Asha.

"Don't understand. He was 17 but behaved like a two-year-old boy. When do you want it to go on?" Anandita keeps nagging.

"Any adult brother said that?" The sister replied.

"But not like a kid either. What dry?" Anandita reversed Asha's answer.

The 17-year-old scrunched his mouth.

"You think you're funny by being like that? I see it's weird."

"So, can you say it's the same with me?"

"It's not hard, but it's honest."

"So honest."

"That's the reality. This big piece is still a plug?" Anandita looked at her sister from top to bottom.

"Mending if the plugs are normal? Does this make people gedeg? What if for example Papa again there is work outside the city continues to not be able to spit back home? Want to keep going? The crying goes on until Papa comes back?"

Asha was silent again.

"You think you're funny?"

"Udah, Brother!"

"What's? Want to cry again? The cry is fast!"

Asha started sobbing.

"Ann, what the hell? Has Asha stopped crying when you want to make her cry again?" Arfan returned after cleaning himself up and changing clothes.

"Huh, Papa is too powerful Asha, so he is." Without hesitation Anandita answered her father's words.

"Who said? You're ngaco." The man was sitting in the middle between his two daughters.

"Sister Ann from earlier nagged on, Pah." Asha argued to the father, while Anandita throws her mouth.

"Not to be heard." Arfan answered his complaint.

The man laughed.

"After all, Papa should grab my socks at Arkhan's sister. If it's taken tomorrow, which one will I wear?" The topic of conversation returned to the original problem that made her cry.

"Just wear the other one, Sha. It's a lot."

"No way, Pah. I want that one."

"Later we buy the same color?" bargain Arfan to him.

"No way, it feels different."

"Gosh, it's just socks!" Anandita spoke.

"But my favorite socks."

"Well, I think it's just your favorite food. You know something else?" Anandita rolled her eyeballs.

"I told you this was different."

"What the hell is it? Equally a cloth to wrap the legs."

"Different, Brother!"

"Yes, what difference? That's a boyfriend, right?" Anandita pointed at her sister's face.

"What?" And that made Arfan react.

"No, uh! Not from a boyfriend!"

"Well, if not from a girlfriend why did you rent her socks to Arkhan?"

"Yes .. ^ …."

"Then it must be from the scourge!" anandita said again.

"Correct, Asha?" Which makes Arfan react again.

"No, Papa. Sister Ann ngaco!"

"I guess ita, because it is insistent that it should not be used with others."

"No!"

"Asha!" Arfan exclaimed after listening to the conversation of his two daughters.

"No, Pah. Ann's sister is a bitch!"

"I'm serious." Anandita got up and took her foot out of the warm water. Then dry it with a towel Dygta handed over a while ago.

"No lie."

"No, you usually are. Haha." Then he ran towards the stairs when his sister was sulking again and the father was preparing to deal with the rampage.

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"Where have you been?" Daryl greeted Regan who had just arrived at the gathering area.

"I ... from the cliff, sir." The assistant replied.

"Why not tell? I've been waiting for you since."

"So morning I sent a message, sir."

"Where? No message from you came in." Daryl pulled out his phone, and so did Regan.

They check each other's phones and Regan is stunned when she discovers that her chat for Daryl is indeed not sent.

"Geez!" The man muttered. "No, I sent, sir. Sorry." he told the boss.

"Bas with you?"

Regan admirable her mouth tight.

"Prepare now, I want to go home" Daryl said later.

"Come home?" Regan parroted.

"Yes. Tomorrow is working again and I don't want to skip because of exhaustion on the way. So we better go home now." explains Daryl.

"The others?"

"Which other one do you mean? I don't care, maybe they'll still be here. But I have to go home because Fia's Secret can't walk on its own." Daryl with a tinge.

"Umm .. good Sir. I'm getting ready first."

"Hm …." Daryl simply replied with a mutter.

I'm h-home. And Regan immediately uploaded the status in her chat app.

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