The Sweetest Feeling's

Cactus #2

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"You're home!" Nania put down the food she had just cooked, then she ran towards Daryl and immediately jumped into his arms.

"Ughh!! Easy!!" The man greeted him with a small ruckus. He knew there was something Nania was trying to cover, but did not expect that her efforts would be this sweet.

"I'm not going home now?" said Nania who wrapped her legs around her husband's waist.

"It was, but after I thought it was better to take her work home" replied Daryl, who took off his shoes without taking Nania down.

"You cook?" Then he glanced at the dining table where there were two containers of the woman's creations.

"Hu'um." Nania nodded her head.

"Aren't we always eating in the big house?"

"Yes, but I'd like to bring the side dishes from here partially."

"Is that?"

He nodded again.

"Alright, that's good too."

"Indeed. Is there a benefit to our shopping too? It's not just food if you're hungry in the middle of the night."

The man smiled.

"Let's go Daddy, let's go upstairs!!"

"Why? You haven't had a shower yet?"

"Yes, are you waiting for you?"

Daryl laughed a little.

Start smart seducing to distract, huh? His mind, but he was happy about it too.

And he rushed Nania to their room on the second floor.

***

"If this is the case every day, Mima's work can be reduced." Sofia scoops up the food Nania brought for their dinner.

Although her domestic assistant had also made them food, but what her nenant brought was also appetizing.

One container contains pieces of concentrated seasoned meat, and another container in the form of processed tofu mixed with fried vegetables.

"Food only, Ma."

"Yes, you make people feel good." The woman chewed her dinner with vigor.

"Old time I didn't cook, I still can." The son-in-law laughed.

"Hmm .. cook it's a matter of instinct like that, and some of us will always remember" said Sofia who gave Satria the same meal. "It's delicious, honey. Nania is good at cooking."

Then the man tried, and his reaction was the same as his wife's.

"It seems that if you open a restaurant it will be very salable." Their conversation continues.

"Ah, better not." But Daryl interrupted.

"Why?"

"Later Ara has a rival. Isn't it delicious?" The man laughed.

"What competition? Wouldn't the restaurant open anywhere near Ara? We'll look elsewhere." Sofia with her bright idea.

"No, Mom! Nania is still in school, not to mention if she continues college. Focus on one."

"Let's just say you're afraid of lack of time. Say school and college? She can do a lot of work at the same time. Taking care of the household, school, also work."

"Yeah, whatever. Why does mom always have ideas? Can design, directly make clothing products. I love fashion, I make magazines. Now Nania is good at cooking, mama gave the idea to open a restaurant? Would we be lacking if we did not have one kind of business? I think we have too much." 

"Just because we can, then we must use it so that it can produce. To keep your future and our successors safe."

"Hm …."

"That's what Dedushka said first. As long as we can and there is a chance, it's best to run it. We don't know which endeavor will sustain life in the future." Sofia kept talking.

"Huh, you Nikolai!" mumbling Daryl to the mother.

"You're more Nikolai than Mama."

"Yeah, and now I know where this all came from." Then the mother and son glanced at Satria.

"What's? Yes, you two are Nikolai. It's strange not to have such thoughts." he said to his wife and son, "And I suspect Nania will soon be too." and they all laughed.

"Oh yeah, the security guard said your mom was here, Nna." Sofia shifted the subject.

"City …." Nania was a little surprised to hear her in-laws.

"Have you told me to come in but I don't want to, but if you wait for a while you will definitely meet you?"

"Mh …."

"Well, why does your mother always not want to be told to come in?" Daryl responded to the chat.

"Mm. .. actually met him earlier on the road when I came home." All right, he's talking, because Daryl must have known about his meeting with Mirna.

"really?"

"Hey, didn't you tell me?" Daryl pretended to react even though he already knew.

"Yes, I want to say, right?"

"Continue?"

"There's nothing going on, that's it."

"I mean what'd he want to see you?"

"Not doing anything, just meeting."

"Hm …."

"Have you ever been to a city after marriage?" Sofia asked.

The son and daughter-in-law both shook their heads.

"Why not visit? Obviously Miss Mirna came here because she wanted to see her son, right?"

"Ck!" Daryl clucked.

"Why? Would it be natural that parents want to meet children, especially if it has been a long time? Do not be married and forget the parents. Not good." Sofia.

"No way." Daryl without further ado.

"Why? Is he your father-in-law?"

"Mama doesn't seem to know what happened? Time I have to tell you again?" Daryl replied after he finished his meal.

"His name is also old man. However, it must be observed."

"Ah, I like to be angry when I remember her behavior. It felt like he was eager to repay Nania." The man could not cover up his feelings, and it was true that he might not be able to hold back if that happened.

"You married his son?" Sofia reminded me.

"Indeed, why then? Nania also knows that I don't like her family, and she has no problem with that. Aye, hon?" Daryl asked for a plea to his wife.

"Mh …."

"Yes no problem, your man her husband? What should it be? For women people who must be obeyed after marriage is the husband. Want his treatment of the family is not good also must prioritize the husband." Sofia did not want to lose the debate.

"Are we actually talking or arguing? How do I feel like Mama's intimidating me?" daryl's protest to his mother.

"Ah, not really. Mama's just positioning as the in-laws her own daughter-in-law hates." But the woman laughed.

"Who did bad to his own son. If it were good, wouldn't I be like this? It's delicious!"

"Here, why keep arguing? Are we eating?" Satria opened her voice as she caught the slightly changed look on her daughter-in-law's face.

"Mama's arguing with me." Daryl answered.

"Mama just reminds me of how you should behave. Don't get angry and make you wrong."

"I'm angry at the right place, Mom."

Sofia opens her mouth again to answer, but Satria stops her immediately.

"Okay, Stop! You can fight after this." The man laughed.

"Yes, don't extend it. I met my mother." Nania also spoke up.

"So just chatted for a while, keep me coming home after you call, right? There's no more."

"Yeah, right."

"I also buy you the same food drinks."

"Hm …."

"There will be money left over to buy flowers, I love you."

"Nothing, don't worry. If there's anything, you know first, right? Regan's people must have been reporting directly?" Nania touched her husband's hand.

"Now, don't be extended. So it's not good ah if that's it." continued the woman who returned to chew her food.

***

"Is this sorted?" Nania glanced as her tail caught the movement from the side. Where her husband is rising from his desk on the other side of the living room.

They had already returned home after chatting again after dinner as usual.

"It." Daryl sat nearby watching the show on television.

"Hey, didn't your mother say anything?" He started a conversation.

"No." Nania answered. 

"I'm just worried that he'll make it hard for you again."

"Where dare? Does he know how you are?"

"Yes still. His name is also human will certainly continue to find sense."

The woman changed her sitting position until now they faced each other.

"I just gave the mother a snack earlier, the same money leftover to buy flowers. Is it wrong?"

"Money?"

Nania nodded.

"How much?"

"Two hundred thousand. Poor thing, I don't have any money anymore."

Daryl.

"I'll go back to you if I can't." Then Nania grabbed her phone at the table.

"Will you send it to an account or to an e wallet? I'm transferring now" he said.

"Shut up!! Why would you say that? It's not about the money!"

"Continue?"

"I'm just not happy because maybe he'll use you again. Forgot what he did to you?"

"She's my mother."

"i know's. But don't open the door for him to use you again."

"No."

"I'm not sure. You are submissive and always want to make others happy even though you know you may be being used."

Nania closed her mouth. He didn't want to answer because he didn't want to have a fight between them.

"Not about the money, but the way they use you to make money."

The woman thought.

"May your mother not do it again, and may you understand what I mean."

"Sorry." Nania open the sound.

"No, you're not wrong. Sometimes it's too good for people. And that's what makes them use you."

The woman did not answer again.

"It's night, let's go to bed?" Then Daryl pulled him up and led him upstairs.

"Wait a minute!" But he stopped near the stairs when he saw something strange.

"I think I just saw that plant?" He pointed to both corners of the living room where the new plants were laid.

"Umm .. That's what I just bought." Nania answered.

"Isn't that enough? Aren't there many plants here?" He looked around the house that Nania purposely filled every corner with plants.

Large pots contain plants typical of tropical islands, either flowering or not lined up on the edge and placed on the table. 

Even some of them become fillers on the outskirts of the stairs to the top floor.

"Let's be better."

The man rolled his eyeballs.

"Try, buy me that outfit, or a bag or something? Even the plants."

"That's what I'm waiting for from Mom."

"Ck!" And Daryl clucked.

"Eh because I bought a lot so I got a discount?" Nania is proud.

"It should be." They continued up the stairs.

"Get a bonus too."

"really?"

"Oh'umm …."

"What bonus? Fertilizer or fertilizer?" Daryl laughs.

"Not."

"Keep what?" They've entered the room.

"Cactus."

Daryl stopped near the bed and turned around when the woman stopped behind.

"Cactus?"

"Yes, cactus." Then he darted to the window and picked something up from there.

A small pot containing thorny plants that Daryl disliked.

The man exhaled loudly and a dislike look on his face.

"But flowers are many. I thought you could pick a rose, a krissan, a daisy, or maybe a dahlia? But why is it always a cactus?"

"why not? The guy I like cactus." Nania answered.

"Don't like other flowers?"

"Like it, but I love cactus." Nania repeated.

"But I don't like it, haven't I told you?" Daryl raised his voice.

"What's the problem with the cactus? I don't like it, I don't like it, but it's not up to it. Wonderingly? Just a cactus can make you angry? What sins do cacti have with you?"

"There's no need for excuses for everything, I just don't like it!"

"Your reaction is excessive, suspicious!"

"What do you mean?"

"Besides having dyspraxia, do you also have trauma?" Nania brought the cactus closer to Daryl's face, but her husband was unmoved.

"No? So what is dong?" The woman muttered.

"You ever get sick with the durin? Allergies or what?" ask her again.

Daryl looked at his face.

"Nothing's." He said, who then got into bed after removing his shirt.

"My mind gets ugly like this?" Nania followed him, but he did not reply. 

Daryl lay on his back like never before.

"Daddy?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But?"

"Sleep, tomorrow I have to go in the morning" said the man, who pulled the blanket over his shoulder. While Nania was just stunned behind him.

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