The Sweetest Feeling's

Between a Fairy Tale, Telon Oil And A Baby

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"Your hair is long." Nania poked her fingers in between Daryl's brown hair.

"You want me to cut it?" While the man contoured his face comfortably in the stomach of his wife who was sitting half-lying on the sofa of the living room.

They had just returned home at night after a long day of gathering at the mansion, and the sisters-in-law had also returned home together. Except for the children who were left to stay overnight again at the request of his grandmother and grandfather.

"As far as you. But if it's short it might look neater."

"Hm …."

The rain became increasingly heavy after drizzling a moment before, making the atmosphere more beautiful.

"Why are the kids in the big house? They're sleeping yet?" Nania stared at the magnificent house of her in-laws who were right in front of their house.

"Don't know, maybe you're listening to papi tell me about the first generation of the Nikolai family."

Nania laughs.

"Some old storage that never ends."

"But the kids love, let alone Anya the same Zenya. They're always serious about hearing stories."

"Wanna hear something about that?" Daryl suddenly raised his head.

"What about?"

"A story about great-grandfather?"

"Emang is?"

"There's."

Nania looked at her husband's face.

"They were just a couple working as farmers on the outskirts of Moscow who were not yet a city. There are only pine forests and vast fields where wheat is grown from spring to summer, or vegetables as a distraction. The surrounding fruit trees thrived because Grandpa Rostislav took good care of them. They have four children. One of the biggest women and three boys. One of them is Dedushka."

"Continue?"

"I don't know, maybe my great-grandfather was once a descendant of nobility or a landlord, so he had abundant wealth in the form of vast fields. Though their lives are only from farming and farming, also cattle farming."

"If his wealth were so it could be."

"But maybe the old man wanted to be as rich as anything they did not live luxuriously. Worked very hard to maintain or increase his wealth."

"Good, it should be. How does the story go about having a company as big as Nikolai Group?" Nania asked.

Daryl was silent for a moment. "I think it all started with a sugar factory."

"Times?"

"Yes, the sugar factory and the shoe factory."

"Now the factory still exists?"

"Unfortunately there is none. My great-grandmother died of illness, and made everything go awry. While the kids including Ded have grown up."

"How does the story go so Nikolai's kayaking group now?"

"I think maybe it was originally because Grandpa was heartbroken? Then he left his country to find another place to live so as not to always feel sad. But don't know why Indonesia is a choice?" Daryl chuckles.

"Not married anymore?"

"No."

"Much faithful?"

"It's in our blood."

Nania opened her mouth.

"Seriously."

"But I love booby with girls." Nania quips.

"It's just an experiment."

"Abroad! You think she's a guinea pig to the point of saying experiment?"

"Well, they want it too, what else? If I refuse, I leave."

"Don't you guys like maksa?" Nania reminded her husband of his behavior.

"Only to you. Haha." But Daryl laughed.

"Hm ...." Nania opened her mouth.

"You hear the story, don't you? It's inspiring."

"Oh yeah, okay."

"Grandfather heard there was a country rich in natural resources. Tropical countries, which all kinds of plants can grow throughout the year without the onset of extreme winters such as in Russia or other European dararan. But it's very far from home."

"Grandpa great-grandfather flew here?"

"It was still a sea voyage, and he left home only with Dedushka. While the other children chose to take care of themselves after the treasure was shared."

"Grandpa great-grandfather here with Ded?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What else does it matter?"

"With all the knowledge, and the treasures he brought after knowing the place here, he and Ded built one factory after another like the one he built in Moscow. In the same way and method. Sugar factory, wood processing and raw goods trading business. Surprisingly, everything he did here worked to get him to create another company, and attracted the cooperation of his relatives in Russia. Then they flocked to invest and all sorts so that everything developed rapidly until now."

Nania speechless.

"My woes aren't exciting huh? Haha. Whereas in the past if papi told me about this sounds exciting. I'm not good at storytelling like papi, which sometimes makes children's imagination develop into extraordinary things."

"Very inspiring" said Nania. "Everything can't always start easily. And to be successful, sometimes people have to really fight hard first. Lucky for those who have the ability to like your great-grandfather. It seems like you have the initial capital to build a business. But most of those early-generation entrepreneurs actually struggled from ground zero to make what was to become their biggest dream."

"And this is no coincidence. God moved your great-grandfather's heart so he chose this country to build his business to kayak now. And maybe it's worth it, too. You believe the concept that the rizki will not be misaddressed? Everything will belong to whoever it belongs to. Especially with the hard work done by people as great as Dedushka and your great-grandfather."

"Yes, right." Daryl moved his head.

"And you're lucky to be one of the descendants of that great man."

Daryl chuckles.

"Don't be big-headed, let your family succeed but you're just as lazy as a lie!" Nania.

"I'm not lazy. I've been doing well since I graduated from college. Especially during school. Don't know if I studied hard so I can handle my business like now? It's just that I don't want to be tied up directly in Nikolai Group."

"Yes, look at me."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do anything for my son and wife." The man shifted closer and extended his hand to touch Nania's stomach.

"I won't let you all be miserable one bit" he said, then made his face crumple in Nania's neck.

The woman laughed.

"I don't know, I'm weird about you talking like that. Does this feel serious?"

"Yes it's serious. Do you think family can be a joke? Not for me. Because family is one's basic defense in order to face the rigors of life."

Nania laughed again.

"Well, what do I know about the rigors of life? I've never beaten someone for not giving money. Or squeezed at all times for daily necessities." He looked at his wife's face, and they knew exactly who was speaking.

"And the only difficulty I've had until now was dealing with buttons and shoelaces." Then he laughed, because it was starting to feel ridiculous.

"Don't talk about it, I like to be sad when remembered. I can open old wounds that are almost healed" said Nania.

"I'm sorry. No one can match your struggle before this." Daryl rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Oh yeah, I saw Mom at the bus stop that day. Bring another big bag." Nania remembered her mother.

"Where is your mother going?"

"don't know. Maybe find a job, or already get a job away from home so you have to bring clothes?"

"You didn't see him?"

"No. Can you?"

"No."

"Can't you see mom?"

"Can't."

"If not intentionally?"

"That's another story."

"When his mother came here what?"

"It's okay if your mother comes here. Just don't you meet him anywhere other than in this house. Especially when I go to her house."

"Why?"

"I don't like your mother, and take her as a threat." Daryl spoke without any metaphor.

"Many things he's done to you, and knows what the bad effects are if he's allowed to approach you."

"Actually I can also forbid him from coming to this house, but that's not good. Then I'll let him if he wants to see you, with a note you meet here."

"There's Regan if for example I want to …."

"No! Don't try to find an excuse."

"What if mom's suddenly home and needs me?"

"He won't need anyone. He's busy with himself, and you already know that."

Nania speechless.

"Don't think that I've become a cruel person. Because what he did to you was even more cruel." Daryl tried to remind me of what had happened. "Where is a mother using her child the way your mother does?"

"But she's my mother."

"i know's. But does she think that you're still her daughter?" The man reversed the statement.

Nania was silent again.

"I'm sleepy. Are you too?" Diaryl then glanced at the wall clock on top of the closet.

Time has shown ten o'clock at night and it turns out they talked long enough to talk about many things.

"Sleep, but …."

"Do you want to sleep alone again or will I go with you?" Daryl got up and pulled him.

"Mh …."

"I'll take another shower with soap and shampoo Anya. You also said I didn't smell?" He led her to the second floor.

"Well, you still don't want to sleep with me?" They went into the room.

"okay." Nania immediately changed clothes in the dressing room.

"OKay?" And Daryl almost followed him.

"Hu'um." The woman came out wearing her transparent nightgown. And he didn't wear the dal*an as usual.

"All right then." Daryl looked excited.

"But …." Nania gets into bed with Anya and Zenya's body care pouch.

"What else?"

"Use the telon oil first." And he took out a bottle filled with liquid with the typical scent of a baby whose contents stayed half that. This morning was still full.

"What?"

"Will it smell?" Nania smiled as she moved her eyebrows up and down.

"Aren't you?" Daryl was still standing by the bed.

"Yes wear it again to smell. I'll be vomiting again."

"Well! Just fuck you this?" The man climbed onto the bed while removing his t-shirt.

Nania smiled.

"I suspect that not only tonight should I use telon oil before going to bed? Don't-don't after this have to be too?" Daryl grumbling.

"Good idea, so we can sleep together without feeling nauseous, right?" Nania rubbed her husband's back, arms and front with telon oil in her hands.

"Newly pregnant but our room seems to have a baby?" daryl. 

"Are you the baby?" Nania laughed after finishing her husband's body.

"Hm …."

"Let's get bobbed, Baby?" he said he then laid his body beside the man.

"Okay, but the baby wants to suckle first!" Daryl came closer and he stuck their bodies together.

While Nania laughed before finally the man took off his clothes and started making out.

"Well, but don't suckle her hard, baby?" He laughed again, and then they started a hot struggle that night.

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