The Sweetest Feeling's

Own Home

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"You having fun today?" Daryl lets Nania dry her hair while she sits on the edge of the bed.

"Lumayan."

"Where to go?"

"After going to the cloth shop Mama took me to the beach."

"Which coast?"

"To that resort, didn't I tell you?" Nania then brushed her hair.

"Hm …." Daryl smiled.

"Don't believe in being a husband? Though I went also your mother you know, not alone let alone with others?" Nania got off the bed then draped the towel on the hanger.

"And I'm just asking, why do you answer that?" She laughed while restoring her hair so that it became a little messy.

"Are you the one who doesn't believe me?" Then Nania returned to his side.

"Gee! It's been combed too, why the hell else?" the protest that saw her husband's hair.

"Too neat."

"It's good, so it looks like he's taking a shower." Then he went back to tidying up when at the same time Daryl pulled him up until he fell on his lap.

"You told me not to get angry but you did?" she said, and Daryl hugged her tightly.

"I'm not angry, just angry. You're that way."

Daryl smiled.

"Your smile is sweet!"

"Nyebelin-nyebelin like this is your husband." Daryl traced his back.

"Yes, thankfully, darling. If not, I've run away many times. Used to live with family makes me depressed, uh now have a suspicious husband." Nania.

"What?"

"Can't you just not be so good?" Nania hugged him tightly. "I don't have anyone else but you. Besides this house where else can I try?"

Daryl.

"I lied to my mom again" he said later.

"Lied about what?" Daryl slightly turned his head.

"On shoelaces."

"Relationship with Mama?" The man looked a little.

"Mom asks why do I tie your shoelaces so often? Mom thought you weren't treating me well. Moreover, you often yell and snap at me."

"What do you need to answer?"

"I said it was my duty as a wife."

"You don't have any intention of saying this dyspraxia to Mama?" Nania slipped her fingers into the man's hair.

"No, what for?" Daryl shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes let Mama know your difficulties."

"I'm not in trouble. I've been fine all this time, so what's the problem?"

"If people see you can't tie a shoelace, they wonder."

"Before this no one had ever seen, Darren always took good care of me."

"I can't take care of you dong?"

"It doesn't mean that."

"So what's wrong until you don't want people to know about this? Dyspraxia is not a disgrace. It's like a dyslexic or a left-handed person and stuff like that. Not embarrassing."

"You think so?"

Nania nodded her head.

"Aren't you ashamed to have a husband like me?"

"No, why should I be ashamed? You're also not ashamed to have a wife like me."

"What relation? Don't compare status and titles, it doesn't apply to me."

"But the concept is the same. And that's why I want to go to school again. Let's not make too much of a difference."

"Then after I tell people, what will they do next? Most can only be sad and pity me. Everyone's attitude will change because they will adjust some things in treating me."

Nania frowned.

"Then they're gonna race for experts who'll help me get therapy so I can be normal."

"Is that bad?"

"No, but it'll make me feel weak."

"There is no such thing as being weak when people help us. They help us because we need to be helped. And what you're going through does need special handling."

Now Daryl is silent.

"We said Mama yes, let's not misunderstand. I'm sorry his mind is so ugly to you. Suppose you oppress me. Even if for example you do not have a problem of dyspraxia and I still help attach the same button tie shoelaces, it is indeed commonplace wife to husband right?"

The man looked at his face.

"Yes, we say Mama. If the others don't." refer Nania to her husband.

"You said something to Mama that means telling everyone. Because Mama's obviously gonna be looking for help to deal with me. Later papi knows, Om Arfan and Kak Dygta know, brother Dim and Rania also know. Everyone finally knows, right?"

"It doesn't hurt, is it still your own family?"

"Mama will be sad to have a stupid child like me" said Daryl who made Nania feel like her throat was stuck.

"You're not stupid, my God! There are many things you have done. High school until you have an S2 degree, taekwondo, and you can fly a helicopter heli. Not to mention the others. It's just a little thing."

"Right, that's what I mean. Dyspraxia is just a small thing, so why exaggerate it? And it's not necessary that everyone should know."

"I mean …."

"Stop, I don't wanna talk about it! Later we fight, and my feelings won't feel good for days. You are the only person than could make me feel better even in my worst time!( you're the only person who can make me feel better even in the worst of times.)"

Nania pulled and exhaled slowly.

"So please don't talk about this anymore, Mayshka! I'm lazy to answer everyone's questions." Daryl put his face in the woman's chest.

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"Not jogging today?" Nania went down first in the morning.

Found his father-in-law gathered with his four grandchildren on the back porch.

"No, the opa is going to relax" replied Asha who sat beside the man with the book they were reading.

"Oma where to?"

"Oma's busy with her cloths and pictures at home playing."

"Oh .. pantes." Nania nodded her head. "Eh, feeling lonely isn't there Anya just like Zen? They said they went to Bandung, right?" The woman sat near them.

"Yes, Anya's back home." Asha answered again.

"Relax, my ears feel peaceful." said Arkhan who was there that day like his sisters.

"Dih, exclaim to know that there is Anya. Is home a rame?"

"Once upon a time it's quiet good too, Auntie." said Arkhan again. "Duh, it feels weird that I call aunty" he said later.

"Why indeed? I'm Om's wife you know?"

"I feel like I'll see you in class when I see you, uh aunt." The handsome teenager laughed.

"What class are you in?"

"Eleven class."

"Huh, it's eleventh grade. I'm 20 years old. Yes, it's definitely much different from your upperclassman."

"It looks the same. Om Der kayak married a High School boy. Hahaha." replied the boy again.

"What if you're a high school kid? Is it this adult?" The man suddenly appeared from inside the house. It made everyone instantly silent.

"Ee. .. It's okay, but make me look like I'm meeting an upperclassman." Arkhan.

"Absolutely you!" Daryl patted the back of his nephew's head that one.

"Om yeah! I said papa!" arkhan protests while rubbing his uncle's former claps.

"Say there, you son of a father!" The man also passed.

"Der?" Satria interrupted the conversation, and the son simply rolled his eyes.

"Malyshka, let's go for a jog?" take Daryl to Nania.

"Jogging?"

"Yes, instead of you hanging out with the kids, it makes you look like them." The man was ready at the end of the terrace.

"Don't you? What did he marry, too, were his children?" Arkhan murmuring.

"Wait for me to change my clothes with my shoes on?" Nania got up and ran to her room.

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"Pick up, you're wearing those shoes, aren't you?" They walked casually down the street along the back yard. A kind of running track that surrounds the place to the artificial forest at the end there.

"Hu'um." Nania nodded with a smile. 

"So come on, chase me!" The man started running ahead of Nania.

"Eh, you cheated!!" Then he chased her.

"Wait on!! My legs are so small it's hard to chase you!!" Nania shouted after a while.

"It was there when God distributed the feet, so it was?" taunt the man.

"Ish, haphazardly!!" Nania increased her running speed.

Daryl laughed, then he ran back.

"Wait, my legs hurt!!" Then the woman stopped.

"Hey, hurry up Malyshka!!"

"My legs are sick!!"

Daryl finally stopped. He waited until Nania managed to reach him with slow steps.

"Sick as tired." Nania whining.

"Just run this way you're exhausted? Hence, exercise!" said the man.

"Every night also sports, this is because it comes any month it will not." He answered the origin.

"Can you answer?"

"Are you the one teaching?" 

"When did I teach you to talk like that?"

Nania just laughed and held her hand when they were close together.

"Run again?" The man almost moved his legs when Nania held him back.

"Take a hold." he said.

"What?"

"Look, my leg hurts." Nania half whined.

"Go it yourself. The forest is near." Daryl pointed at the small forest ahead.

"But my leg hurts, Daddy. Carp!" Nania repeated her words.

"Daddy!!" he said again, in a seductive voice.

"Goddess …." Daryl turned the eyeball, but he finally gave up too.

Nania laughed in excitement as the man leaned over and let her ride on the back.

"I think Arkhan's right that I'm actually marrying children?" he nodded and he started to step.

"Maybe. But gini-gini also I can make children you know."

"No, you're wrong."

"really. Only if it's not already."

"Yes it's wrong. That could be me. Without me you can't make children."

"Oh, that means. Haha."

"I think Mima should give you meat more often." They're almost there.

"Why indeed? People cook meat often?"

"Let your body grow."

"It's big too. Don't you realize my chest is bigger than before? ****** me too."

"Geez!!"

"Why?" Nania brought her face closer so that her breathing blew against Daryl's ear.

"Don't talk about it now."

"Why indeed?"

"The timing is not right!"

"But you are a paperan!!"

"It's not about the baperan!"

"Yes, you are a father, like Eragon."

Daryl snorted loudly.

"Come sir, a little more until. Is this time heavy? Did you say I'm small?"

"Yes, chatty!!"

And after that they arrived also in an artificial garden surrounded by several kinds of trees. While in the middle there is a grassy area that is quite wide which is partly planted with flowers.

"I've only been here for a month, but I've lived here, right?" They sit in the middle of the area.

"Yes why? That's why there's no need to go out. There's enough walking here, right?"

"Huh, that again. Is it okay to come out sometimes?"

"Yes yes, I know. Don't talk about it anymore."

"Kids are at home here, right? Especially Anya?"

"Hmm .. we also. This is where I played ball with Darren when we were kids. Mama's often angry because the flowers are broken." The man laughed.

"But if his destructive grandson doesn't react. At least say it's okay, flowers can buy again." Daryl mimics his mother's speaking style.

Nania laughed again.

"Mister's Wife?" Then she grabbed her husband's shoulder. "Don't be surprised, because most parents can't be angry with their grandchildren. I'm like my grandmother."

"Hmm .. They love grandchildren more than children."

"No, that's not it."

"Seriously. Just look at Papi who always obeyed his grandson's wishes?"

"Yes what else? Papi has no activities. The only activity was his grandson. Maybe our kids will too?"

"Hehe."

"Why laugh?"

"It's nice if that's the case too."

"Well, surely that's not the time?"

"Hm …."Daryl nodded his head.

"Let's move?" said later.

"Moved?"

"Yes. To start a family of my own." The man looked up and looked at his face.

Nania looked back with her mind that remembered many things.

"Living at home alone, taking care of our own lives. We all decide. What else?"

"I have no other choice, right?" Nania then asked.

"What choice? Didn't you say that wherever we live is the same as long as we stay together?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then what else do you think?"

Nania was silent for a moment. And he looked around the area.

"You want us to live apart from Mama and Papi?" Then an idea came into his head 

"But I'm at home here."

Daryl frowned.

"What if we stay here."

"We're staying in the big house?"

"No. It's here."

The man did not understand his meaning.

"Come make a house here?" nania said, who then got up.

"I'm living with Mama, I think I have a family that I dreamed of a long time ago. So why move if we can build our own family here?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Let's make it his home here? They are both separate. But I can still hold on to Mama?" Nania with her spirit, while Daryl was speechless taking things into account.

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