The Sweetest Feeling's

Nania And Her Desire

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"Hi Dadd? Did it come home?" Nania gets out of the car as soon as Regan opens the door. Daryl looks waiting on the porch of the big house with an unhappy look.

The time had already shown at three in the afternoon and the man decided to go home sooner. But Daryl did not find his wife at home and just read a message from his subordinates if they were still in the old house.

"Why not answer my phone?" He immediately asked.

"Hape I'm dead." Nania showed me her phone that couldn't turn on.

"Couldn't you? This phone can last three days even if you don't charge it the day before!" The man snatched the flat object in Nania's hand which immediately rushed to hug him.

"I have not charged four days." Nania answered, and she buried her face in her husband's chest. Inhaling the aroma of telon oil that has been mixed with the natural aroma of his body.

"Geez!!"

"Forgotten, hehe …." But the woman just laughed.

"Almost I told people to follow you there? I thought there was nothing?" Daryl.

"What's up? Just look at the house. It's the same Regan." They turned their attention to the man who was approaching.

"I go in first, right? I think I should take a shower, it's so hot." Then she immediately rushed into her in-laws' house and directly penetrated into the house behind.

"Hm …." Daryl just muttered as he let the woman go and let her in.

"Good afternoon, sir?" Regan said hello once their distance was close.

"What report did you bring? Why is it that long there? What did he do until you came home this afternoon?" Daryl immediately searched for her with a question.

Regan cleared her throat to prepare herself if only to receive an unexpected reaction from her superior after what she did. To be exact, it was Nania who asked him to do something.

Then he took out a roll of paper from the inner pocket of his suit, and gave it to Daryl.

"What's this?"

"Proof ordering some goods, Mr. "Regan replied.

"Order what?" Daryl immediately opened the scroll and checked the contents.

Five bookshelves, four medium-sized wooden tables complete with chairs, including several meters of carpet. Not to mention paint, wallpaper and other carpentry materials.

"What is this for?" The man asked.

"Park reading, sir."

"Garden reading?"

The subordinate nodded his head.

"She's seriously going to make that reading garden now?" Daryl turned towards the door where Nania was like peeking while hiding herself.

"It seems so, sir." replied Regan again.

"Geez!!!"

"Nania asked him to do it tomorrow, sir? Are you allowed to start it too? Because it looks like this thing will be hard to resist?" Regan explains.

Daryl snorted while twitching his temple as he looked at the amount of money to be paid on the paper. It's not about the number, but about the woman's desire that she thinks is a little excessive for now.

"I'll talk to Nania about it first. I'll call you back?" said later.

"Okay, then am I saying goodbye?" said Regan who turned around after Daryl nodded.

"Hey, wait!" But the call of the superior stopped his steps.

"Yes sir?" Regan turned again.

"You also use telon oil?" Daryl asked because he smelled the fragrance he had been wearing all day.

"Yes sir, a lot. In a suit, in a car seat. Nania even gave me one big bottle of this." Regan shows a bottle of telon oil in her suit pocket.

"Are you too?" And Daryl rolled his eyeballs.

"If not, Nania must have been vomiting badly. So yes …."

"Yes yes, I know." The man nodded his head.

"I'm saying goodbye, sir?" regan said again, who finally left.

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"Oh, jeez!! You're making me surprised!!" Nania almost fell back when her husband was in front of the bathroom door when he came out.

Daryl stood with both hands folded on his chest and he stared at the woman's fresh face.

The towel was wrapped around his chest and his long hair was still dripping with water dots.

"What are you doing?" ask her.

"What?" Nania looked up.

"What is this?" The man lifted the paper he received from Regan a moment ago.

"Paper?"

"Ck! It's paper."

"Yes on?"

"Ohh .. that." Nania breezed towards the dressing room.

"Yes. Didn't I tell you that we're going to make it happen slowly? Everything is gradual and cannot be at once like this." Daryl followed him inside.

Nania took off her towel, then she put on the clothes in front of the man. A plain loose t-shirt combined with black leggings becomes a coating after he wears his pak*ian d*lam. Of course, after wrapping his body first with baby care products as usual.

"Mania!!" Daryl pulled his hand which was combing his hair, so the woman turned around.

"Say something!" he said, and he raised his voice a little.

Nania was silent for a while until she finished tidying up her wet hair.

"You say do what I'm happy about so I won't bother you with those messages that make your ears stifling? Forgot you said that to Regan?" Then he answered.

"I think I'd be happy if the reading garden was made. I could go there every day, spend time with the kids or teach them things I know. And I won't have time to bother you with all the nagging or other pointless chatter."

Now Daryl is silent.

"And you can calmly work without my interruption." Nania touched the man's chest and then rubbed it slowly.

"But if you don't agree, that's okay. Can be canceled really, will not they send if the goods have not been paid. About the book I thought." Then Nania came out of the dressing room, and Daryl was still following her.

"Malyshka, I don't mean it like that. I just …."

"Now, don't be extended. We will fight later. Time just because it makes us not get along? Not funny." Nania took out her school bag.

"I'm ads pr. If you want to take a shower, right? I'm in the back." he said, then he immediately exited their room with the necessary stationery.

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"Today you have a lot of activities?" Sofia filled her husband's plate with their dinner.

"No, I just went to the old house." Nania did the same.

"Oh yeah? How's he doing now?" The in-law asked.

"Good."

"Are you creating a reading garden there?" Satria, who was enjoying the food, asked.

"It's not like it used to be." Nania answered.

"Who? Why?"

"Mm .. I think many things are more important than making a reading garden, huh?" And Nania took the vegetables as well as a piece of fried chicken for herself.

"Well! Why is this still so?" Then he complained when nausea dominated his throat when he chewed the food.

Nania drank a lot of water to make her feel better.

"I'm lase ah." Then he pushed his plate and stopped eating.

"Forced, Nna. You have to eat." said Sofia.

"Cannot. Later I even vomit again." he replied, who then rose. "I want to eat fruit" she said, as she passed by the housekeeper.

And Daryl followed her to the back porch after she and her parents finished their dinner.

"You mad?" Then he sat on a swing where the woman lay down his body while enjoying the pieces of fruit that Mima delivered.

"Why angry?" Nania asked back.

"On the reading garden?"

"No. Why should I be angry? It doesn't matter." Nania answered.

"Well, could you be angry because I don't want to go along with you right now?"

"No. After I thought you had it too, too much to ask for, and I'm like I don't know myself."

"Why is your attitude like this?" Daryl reached out to touch her stomach.

"I'm just tired. All day outside the house I'm running out of energy."

"Have you figured that out, then why have you been outside for so long?"

Nania laughed softly and then she got up.

"I'm going to sleep first ah, tomorrow there's another language repetition." She got off the swing and sauntered into her in-laws' house.

"Hey, is our house there?" Daryl followed him.

"Hu'um, but I want to sleep here." The woman kept coming into the house.

"But it …."

"If you want to go home, it's okay." Nania went upstairs.

While he looked at her from under the stairs.

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