The Sweetest Feeling's

Daryl

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Regan and her two colleagues looked at each other whenever they heard screams from inside the room they were guarding. Their hearts are broken knowing that Daryl is still not content to torture the young man inside despite repeated pleas for mercy. 

But there was nothing they could do but leave it alone because there was no one who could stop Daryl. His energy was still quite a lot even though it had been more than an hour that he had tortured Zayn.

"Open the door." Suddenly Satria appears with Arfan.

"Sir?"

"Open the door I said!" repeat the man in a low voice.

They glanced at Arfan who slightly jerked his head gesturing. And there's nothing more they can do because of Nikolai's own officials who intervened this time.

The door was opened and instantly a rancid smell came out from the inside, indicating a bloodbath and may fall victim if not stopped immediately.

Daryl swigged a drink from a bottle with his clothes visibly soaked with sweat mixed with splashes of blood that likely came from his victims.

While Zayn curled up in the corner of the room with a very sad situation.

His face was of course battered and blood was flowing slowly. His hands and feet did not move but a soft groaning sound was still heard.

Satria and Arfan looked around. There were broken chairs and tables scattered and there was nothing else in the room and they did not want to imagine it. Because it's certain that Daryl really hit him this time.

The man placed his bottle on the remaining table and looked back at Zayn, who was already motionless. 

But suddenly he broke the bottle and brought it near Zayn with a sharp part pointed at him.

"Daryl!!" Which of course makes Satria and Arfan immediately approach him.

"Daryl stopp!!" Satria.

Daryl stopped when it was only two steps away from Zayn.

"Stop, Son! It can't be like this." said the father.

Daryl was still staring at the man who was almost Nania's age and the anger still had not subsided in his chest. His breathing was still roaring and his gaze remained focused on Zayn.

"Stop, Der. Enough's enough!" said Satria again who touched his son's shoulder. And immediately the broken bottle in Daryl's hand fell to the floor.

Arfan immediately pulled him out, kept his sister-in-law away from Zayn or he would beat her up again if they didn't.

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Nania is shocked to learn that the men are returning to the big house, as is Sofia who has been waiting for her husband and children to come home since noon. 

After all the stories about the events that befell her daughter-in-law at school and she knew what would happen afterwards, the woman of course felt worried.

Not worried about something bad happening to her son, but she was afraid that Daryl would do something bad to someone else. 

He knew how his son would be unstoppable even if something was life-threatening before his goal was achieved.

"Oh, what happened to you, son?" Sofia reacted to see her son.

On his clothes was a blood stain and his condition was really not good.

No one answered especially when Nania immediately rushed to her.

"This what? You why?" Nania almost cried while examining her husband's body.

He touched the red-stained white shirt and made sure there were any injuries on his body.

"I'm okay." Daryl opens the sound.

"What's going on?" asked Nania again who wiped the tears on her cheek.

"I ... beat him up earlier ... Maybe now he's ... dead?" The man spoke.

"Aaaa is impossible! You're not gonna do that! It won't be possible!" Nania immediately hugged him and he sobbed back.

"This is why I don't want to say it because I'm afraid that you're going to be this angry. Huhuhuhu .. don't do this!!" The woman hugged him tightly.

"He's not dead yet, calm down!" Arfan interrupted the conversation.

"Well, if it's not stopped, maybe, right?" Darren was the last to enter. He caught up with his father and brother-in-law with Dimitri after hearing from Galang.

"Nobody's dead! The child has been treated by the hospital" said Arfan again who had received news from Regan.

"Don't you, not die?" Daryl patted the back of his wife who kept sobbing.

"But ... just ... you've made people ... almost …."

"No!!"

"Here, now clean yourself. We'll talk again after everything calms down." Satria stopped the conversation, and everyone obeyed.

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"To be reported to the police is enough, right?" Nania damaged Daryl's head until the foam from the shampoo he dissolved into quite a lot.

While the man's body was immersed under the warm water in his bathtub.

"It's not enough. Such a punishment would still be lighter than what he had done. Imagine what a victim of abuse would experience in their lifetime? And I imagine that would have happened to you if Regan hadn't found you." Daryl answered, and he let her do anything to him.

"But you can't be a vigilante, you'll be wrong. What if Zayn dies?"

"I'm in jail, what else?" The man looked up then chuckled.

"Is that the same as me?"

"But I've defended my wife's honor."

Nania speechless.

"You know, there are a lot of women out there who don't get justice for what they're going through. It's even possible to just talk they can't because of a lot of factors. Either because of fear or because of the inability to uncover bad things. And often that weakness is exploited by irresponsible people to make a profit. For example, in the case of Zayn. He could be free from the punishment he should have been given just because his victims were unable to demand more. They can't." Daryl got up and held up his seat.

"But not for you, and not for me. Anyone who makes a mistake must be punished accordingly. You know what you'd do if I did something as heinous as Zayn?"

Nania shook her head.

"The fire will allow the law to proceed and will not defend me just because I am the son of a Nikolai. No, Malyshka. Maybe even Papi will kill me first before I get to court if I'm guilty. There are no exceptions. That's why we're so hard for things like this. No excuse."

"We can do whatever we want, but Papi will act hard if I or my brothers do evil to others. Not only my freedom will be taken away, but everything I have."

"Now do you understand why I'm restricting your freedom? It's for you. Because the world is not as good as you think. And you've experienced it, haven't you?"

"Don't remember your brother selling you to a bookie? Or do you also not remember that your mother always used you? You were born from her womb and you always give whatever you have. Can't remember?"

Nania clenched her mouth tightly.

"I even hate your family for it, and wish they would never show their faces before me. Because I swear that I will never be able to be kind to anyone who has hurt you."

"Understand now?" Daryl leaned towards Nania, and the woman nodded her head.

Because there was nothing she could do but to follow her husband's every word. In addition to avoiding debate, everything he said was true.

"I was just wondering, what makes you still believe that the outside world is still safe? Because some events should teach you that your estimates are not correct." Daryl stretched out his hand and pulled Nania closer.

"The world is wide. And there are billions of people in it including me and you. It is not possible that all people are good, but it is also impossible that all people are bad. And I've found a lot of people with different characters. And do you know? Although I met many bad people who hurt me many times, God also brought me to good people. One of them is your family. So what is my reason for not believing that the world is safe? It's just a matter of where we live and with whom we live."

Now Daryl is silent.

"And I know that if I live with you, I will always be safe." Nania took off her clothes and entered the bathtub.

He grabbed the shower and rinsed the man's head off the soap and made sure everything was clean. And after being sure, Nania rubbed her wet face then kissed her husband's lips gently.

"Thank you Daddy, for taking good care of me" he said, and his hands were coiled around the man's neck, until their bare chests stuck to each other.

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