The Sweetest Feeling's

Dating Last night

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Nania returns upstairs to pick up her phone, and intends to call Daryl, who has not returned after telling him to wait while the man has gone somewhere.

"Awas aja, already tired of bathing plus-plus, eh not so. I'll sleep outside!" He grumbled.

And Nania almost made a phone call when she heard a noise from outside.

"Ish, who brought the bike here?" he murmured as he looked through the window.

A person riding a large black motorcycle stopped in his yard, then he opened his helmet.

"Duh?" The woman reacted.

"Hey, Malyshka! Let's go on a date!" Daryl stared at the window where his wife was.

He's wearing all-black clothes with a leather jacket whose zipper is not tightened.

"Where did you end up?" Nania shouted from the window.

"Hurry up, do you want to go or not?" The man asked instead.

A smile rose on the corner of Nania's lips, when she felt that her husband was like a young man who was asking her to go on a date.

"Wear jackets and trousers and shoes, Malyshka!!" Daryl shouted again.

Nania segers away from the window, then snatches her hoodie and rushes to put on the shoes as the man says.

"How do you bring a motor? Who's this got? How did I not know you could take a motorcycle?" Nania half ran to her husband.

"I borrowed Dim's sister's" Daryl replied, putting a helmet on his head.

"Where are we going?" The woman asked again.

"All right, don't you want to go around Jakarta?"

Nania nodded, then she immediately went up behind Daryl.

"Ready?" The man looked back.

"Ready." Nania nodded again with excitement.

"elright." The man turned on the two-wheeled machine and then drove it out of the house area.

Nania wrapped her hands tightly around Daryl's waist as they walked through the crowded city streets that night.

The black Ducati took the two around Jakarta. And Nania enjoyed those moments with joy.

Flashing lights lit up along the streets they passed, and the frenetic night world began to wiggle. Cafes and restaurants are crowded with visitors, as well as hotels that open their doors wide for anyone who needs a place to spend the night.

"Where are you going first?" Daryl slowed down the speed of the motor he was driving, then he straightened his body while opening the glass on his helmet.

"What?" Nania approached and did the same.

"Where were you going?" Daryl repeated the question.

"No idea where it's good to go?" Nania asked back.

"Where do couples go on weekly dates?"

"Eat, watch, keep …."

"Where are you eating?" Daryl is now riding his bike more relaxed.

"No idea, maybe eat meatballs?" answer Nania.

"Eat meatballs?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's weird dating a meatball grave?"

Nania laughs.

"Here if the date likes it?"

"I don't know, I've never been on a date. All I know is that you can eat at a cafe, go to the park, go to the mall."

"So where do you want to go?" Daryl asked again.

But Nania was silent for a while to build up the imagination inside her head.

"I can be a nangentuin?" said later.

"Can I take you for a walk this time?" Daryl answered.

"If you can eat meatballs?"

"Mmm .. can. Where's the good meatball restaurant around here?"

"Not a restaurant." Nania laughs.

"Continue?"

Nania recognized the road they were walking on, and she remembered a place she had visited when she had not worked in her shop Amara.

"Turn left, Dadd" he said, and Daryl quickly complied.

Not long after Nania asked him to stop in front of a small stall on the side of the road, where in the front there was a cart full of the type of food intended by the woman. On the glass there is a very striking Makso Mie.

"Are you serious?" Daryl took off his helmet as Nania came down from her bonnet and he took off his helmet as well.

"Sure this place still exists?" he said with a voice.

"What?"

"I don't think there was, last time I was here .. before I got sick." The woman remembers again.

"Are we going to eat here?" Daryl half-believes.

"Yes!" Nania with sparkling eyes. "It's okay, isn't it?" But she hesitated a little because she saw the look on her husband's face.

The man stared at the place that looked not too big, and was located in an area that was quite crowded with crowded conditions as well.

Inside was a wooden table and a plastic chair as he remembered he had seen also when he drove his wife to the market.

"If it can't be okay, we find another place that suits you …."  Nania almost abandoned her intentions.

But suddenly Daryl got off the bike and put down their helmet.

"The yellow rice barber in the market just fits me, let alone the meatballs on the side of the road. There's definitely no problem, right?" he said he was herding the woman inside when some of the people who had finished eating came out.

"Related?" Nania seemed to not believe such a remark coming out of Daryl Stanislav's mouth.

"Related." They both sat in empty seats.

"Awhile, you brought cash? Don't use QR codes or cards? I also forgot to bring it." Nania made sure of their situation first.

"Since marrying you my wallet has always been filled with cash" replied the man.

"Times?" Nania almost smiled.

"Yes. Are you a hobby in a place like this?" Daryl reached into his wallet from his jacket pocket and then showed it to the woman.

"Ahahaha, really." Nania laughed after seeing the contents of her husband's wallet which was filled with sheets of money. 

Not just the red and blue ones, the man even had green and purple sheets like those of people in general. And for Nania, that was pretty funny.

"Look, you have twenty and ten thousand?" he said while laughing.

"Yes, Dinna gave it to me yesterday afternoon."

"But five thousand equals two noisily."

"It really is necessary?"

"Need dong, make pay kang parking."

"In places like this, you have to pay for parking, too?" The man stared at the whole stall watching them.

"Oh yeah?"

"Hu'um." Nania nodded.

"Can't you?"

"Yes, if it's where I think it is."

"Hm …."

"It's not expensive, it's only two thousand."

"Ohuh?"

"It's okay, we can pay if we can change and brother meatballs." Nania got up and approached the man near the wagon who was busy with her previous order.

"What do you eat, no problem?" Then he came back after ordering for them.

"Nothing, am I an omnivore like you say?" Daryl deskwab's.

"Ahahaha ... do you remember, sir?" 

"Of course, a lot of things I remember first."

"Yes yes, I mean you eat anything okay, including noodles right?"

The man nodded.

"All right."

After waiting for a while, their order finally arrived.

Two servings of clear souped food with meat balls, each of which contains two kinds of noodles and fried onion-studded vegetables are also ready to eat sledri.

The pleasant aroma was oozing in their sense of smell, making saliva almost drip so delicious.

"Ahh .. I miss the smell!" Nania wagged her bill to let the steam bill blow over her face, while Daryl simply stared with a smile.

"Have you ever had meatballs?" nania asked before eating her meatballs.

"Did you joke? Who has never? Yes, I have." Daryl stirred the contents in the bowl then tasted a little of the sauce. "Enak." said he.

"Seriously? I guess I haven't?" Nania doesn't believe it.

"Hey! Who do you think I am to have never eaten something like this?"

"I don't think it's possible, because you …." Nania hung her words.

"What's? I've never eaten in a place like this, but that doesn't mean I haven't eaten anything, has it?"

"Times?"

"At home is also sometimes provided."

"Isn't he?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But how come I've never eaten meatballs at home?"

"Because you didn't ask. But if you ask for it."

"Can that be it too?"

"Can you, what can't?" The man added sauce, soy sauce and a little chili to his meal, which he then stirred again until well mixed.

"Eat, Malyshka. Cold is bad, right?" he said, who began to feed the food into his mouth.

Nania stared at him for a while.

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"Where else are we going?" They came out when they were done and felt full.

Nania paused for a moment to think. Then he smiled when he saw a mini market located across the street.

But that's not what he meant, but his favorite drink outlet that attracted attention.

"Jeez, milktea. Why are they everywhere? Still open when it's night?" Daryl mutters.

And both of them rushed to the place to buy the drink that Nania liked the most.

"We're like a real date again." The couple sat in the minimarket court with a cup of milk tea in each hand.

"You think we dated a lie?" Daryl.

"What if marriage is called a date?"

"I think yes."

"Wouldn't that date be before marriage? That's dating again?" The woman laughed.

"We're going out now." Daryl looked at him. "Halal business." Then he leaned his body a little.

Nania laughed again.

"You happy?" ask Daryl.

"Hu'um." He nodded his head.

"You always follow what I want and adjust equally to what I can do."

"Thats what marriage for."

"Hmm, thank you" said Nania.

"Is tonight enough?" The man asked again.

"Not yet." Now Nania shook her head.

"Not going home yet?" Daryl stared at his watch which already showed almost ten o'clock at night.

"If you don't go home, can you?"

"Hum?"

"I want the motors all night, until jauuuuhhhhhh. Are we not going to Jakarta yet?"

"You seriously want to drive far?"

"Yes. Can't you?"

Daryl thought for a moment.

"could. Papi alone can take Mama to the Netherlands just to see tulips blooming. The time I just take you around Jakarta can't?" He sipped his cold drink.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. We're on a date?" Daryl got up from his seat.

Nania smiled.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Then Daryl reached out his hand to pull the woman back onto their motorcycle.

"Let's date him all night?" She put a helmet on Nania's head before she got on the back, and she put a helmet on herself. And finally they continued the journey as Nania wanted.

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