The Sweetest Feeling's
Therapy #3
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Daryl stared at the thing that looked like a book in front of him. But with colorful fabric material so it looks striking. Her weekly therapy sessions in the hospital that day began as usual. This time he tried it seriously.
"We're using an easier method huh? Maybe it should be this way." Doctor Citra opened the replica of the book so that it saw what was in it.
A button with a size large enough that he then attach it to the hole.
"Are you serious?" Daryl turned to look at her.
"This method is usually used to treat children who are first undergoing therapy. And since you're undergoing therapy at an adult age, it seems like it can be used as well."
"What's the truth, I'm a son of a Kindergarten?" protest the man.
Nania touched her husband's arm.
"Alright, alright. Then what should I do?" daryl said as he turned his eyes after seeing his wife's reaction.
"Pair it like you do on a shirt." Doctor Citra replied.
The man breathed his breath in the air.
"Excite, Dadd!" Nania patted Daryl's arm to encourage him.
"Okay, let see." And Daryl intends to start his therapy soon.
The right hand grabs the buttoned cloth as the left tanga grabs the perforated cloth. Then he brought the two closer as he did to the shirt and tried to hook them.
But as usual, the man felt his mind suddenly go blank and his hands froze.
He shook his head slowly, then tried to link to her again even though it still didn't work.
"****!!" Daryl muttered, and his patience slowly faded.
He grasped it very tightly as if he would fall if he did not.
"Come on! It's not even a shirt!" he muttered again, and he kept trying to link the thing.
"It's okay, slow down." Nania reminded.
"No! I-i can. Don't I do it every day? Time has no results? I can do it!" Daryl half snapped.
"You'll see it, I'll make sure of it! Just wait!" he said, bending over to make his vision clearer.
And Daryl did it in earnest. He stared at the cloth and the buttons, then repeated what he had done several times. But again the result was not as expected.
"Arrghghh! Fucking shit ain't no use!" he erred, and he almost tore the thing if Nania hadn't held it back.
"Eee .. This is not a shirt. This is Doctor Citra's therapeutic tool!!" The woman pulled him to protect the thing.
"Ck!" Daryl was upset.
"Don't play ripped!"
"No, I'm just upset!" Then he tried to take it.
"Try to calm down a little. The next time you wear clothes with our children will be torn immediately because it is difficult?" But Nania did not give it.
"No, what am I?" Daryl answered.
"But this? Though have someone else, but you play ripped. Especially ours?"
"No way, Malyshka!"
"It must be that."
"No way!" Then quickly Daryl seized it again so that the replica of the button was again in his grasp.
"I'll just put it up, right? Shouldn't it be like this? Am I in therapy? You understand that, no?" And without realizing it he linked the button to the hole, then pushed it up to the middle of the table.
"This right? See? I can!" he said he succeeded in doing so.
But that made Nania speechless with her mouth open. And so is Daryl.
"Can I?" He looked at it as if he could not believe it.
"I can!" she said, and Daryl was excited, while Nania clapped her hands in joy.
"Is it true that I can? Can you believe it? Doctor see that?" Daryl pointed to the replica.
They nodded their heads, and Nania hugged her so happy.
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"It's just a button. But why do I feel so happy?" They had returned home and were now in the artificial forest behind the house. Deliberately, want to enjoy an afternoon in togetherness without interruption.
Weekends are time for the whole family to get together, and it looks like they'll be coming soon.
"Maybe it's not just a button. But I see it bigger than that." Nania takes a sip of the bottled juice she brought from home, and she hands it to Daryl.
"Yeah, I think so. It's also nice to be able to do what other people used to do." The man took a sip of it until it was almost finished, then he received another meal.
Nania did deliberately bring some kind of food and snacks for the two of them. And roll out some kind of cloth as a base to sit. Be like a small picnic in the forest behind the Satria residence.
"Well, I said, if you persevere, you can." Nania leaned slightly towards Daryl.
While the man chuckles.
"But be patient too. Don't get a little angry, a little emotional. Shouting continues. Learn to calm down, why?"
"Hm β¦." The man was a little bit smothered.
"Will it be fitting to have a baby at home you scream? Can I see our son?"
Daryl looked at his wife's face.
"You want me to be a normal person?" Then he asked.
"You don't feel normal? Because I think you're normal. Just a little more noise and emotion." Nania laughs.
"It seems difficult. You know, ever since I was a kid, it's been β¦." Daryl leaned his body to the side.
"Same aja. Isn't your dyspraxia a dream from childhood? But you could have handled it earlier. It can also control emotions. The problem is whether or not." And the woman immediately embraced him.
"You don't like me like that?" The man asked again.
"If you don't like it, I won't hold it till you marry me and stay this far. I must have run away." And Nania answered while putting her forehead on the man's cheek.
"Realy?" Daryl laughed softly.
"Hu 'um. Where do you want to have another child? It's weird."
"So why are you still here?"
"Because I love you." Nania also laughed, as did Daryl with his blushing cheeks.
"It's free, the anger's a little controlled, Dadd. Pity our children if the horrors of the daddy are often snapped. I'm afraid he's traumatized, just like me."
Then Daryl turned to look at his face.
"Because hearing people snapping it feels bad, scary, and makes our energy drained. Believe me, for almost twenty years I've been feeling that way."
Daryl reached out his hand to grab Nania's waist, then pulled her so that the woman sat on her lap.
While Nania laughed while tightly hugging her husband's shoulder.
"It was only you who dared to say that to me. Ruling and asking for a lot of things like a boss to his subordinates." said Daryl who looked up at his face.
"Whoa, you're my husband. If the husband of the person will not dare. And that's not possible, is it?" The woman answered.
"There's always an answer!" Daryl brought his face closer.
"Well, if you don't want me to answer, don't say anything."
"Gee!!" Then they both laughed.
A moment later their lips collided and immediately pinched each other. And two chests with almost identical heartbeats that stick together so they can feel each other.
"Om Deeeeeerrr .. Aunt Nnaaaaaa β¦." The call broke the fondling that had just taken place.
Daryl turned his head when the sound of screaming came closer.
"Huh, they've come apparently?" he said, pushing Nania slowly.
"Om Deeeeerrr, Aunt Nnaaa?" The shadow of the little boy seemed to run behind the tree behind them.
"It looks like we should hide." Then Daryl pulled Nania up and led her to the other side of the forest where the tree was closer together.
"Om Der's? Aunt Nna?" And at about the same time Anya and Zenya arrived in the area.
"Nothing is there?" said Zenya who stared at the mat where food and drink lined up neatly, but there was no one there.
"Of Der!! Aunt Nna?" Anya shouted again, but no one answered.
"Non Anya, Den Zenya. Hhhh β¦." The guards chased them.
"Pak Nunu says Om Der and Aunt Nna are here. Where's?" The boy looked at the man in the black uniform.
"Ee .. was here, Non. But β¦." The man looked around.
"Nothing is there? Just the food from doang?" The zenya pointed at the food that was in the middle of the area.
"You don't know, but β¦." Then he caught the shadow behind the big kiara tree when Daryl stuck out his head a little.
"I-it's Non, there's β¦." He almost told her before he finally understood the gesture from his master's son.
When Daryl shook his head while putting his index finger on his lips.
"Mh β¦."
"Sir Nunu? What's the?" Anya tugged at the man's arm.
"That's Non, umm β¦."
Daryl shook his head again while widening his eyes.
"Maybe Om Dernya has returned home? So, let's go home?" said the man who tried to attract Anya.
"Then anyway? How does Auntie Nna eat here? Auntie isn't that usual? Will you be angry if we waste food?" Zenya took a few steps forward and then picked up a piece of sandwich and an orange from the basket.
"Yes, maybe it will be given the same engine as Mbak Nur?" Then also pulled Zenya.
"Hm β¦."
"Come on Non, Den?" The man immediately led Anya and Zenya to leave the area.
"Well, what if you're not at home?" Anya's still chattering.
"Not how."
"Sir Nunu cariin huh?"
"Yes." Yeah." The man looked back.
"But if I don't see how?" Zenya also asked.
"Not to be sought."
"Why?"
"Maybe Om Der same Tantte Nna is gone."
"Where to go?" Anya stopped walking.
"Boy don't know." He led the boy back.
"Don't know? Didn't Mr Nunu stay in front all day? Om Der lepasatin fences time to get out? Is the car still in front?"
"Ee ... maybe use Aunt Nna's car? And the time has passed for you to rest." replied the man again.
"Is that it?"
"It looks like it, Non."
"No, did I see Auntie Nna's car in the garage?" sahut Zenya who remembered when they arrived.
"Eee ... Maybe use Oma's car, Den?"Β
"Umm ... time anyway? You have a car, but why pinjem-pinjem?"
And the man kept trying to answer while taking them away.
"Why the hell are we hiding like gini? Really ridiculous?" Nania is almost out of hiding, but Daryl still embraces her shoulder.
"Stay! They'll know we're here and come back."
"Why indeed?"
"I still want to be alone with you because tonight is for sure they'll take you away from me."
Nania laughed while patting her husband's chest.
"Seriously, and it pisses me off."
"They're nieces you know?"
"Indeed, then who else has the behavior of the serandom other than his son Rania and Kak Dim? What a perfect blend, isn't it?"
Nania smiled.
"OK, Mommy? Don't go home until evening? I'm going out first.l"
Then the woman laughed, and after that they continued the flirtation that had paused.
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