The Sweetest Feeling's

Daryl's Feelings

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Daryl put a bag of clothes on the sofa at the end of the bed. They arrived at almost noon after believing Nania's condition was improving. Although the blood and the rest of the pain were still there, they decided to go home.

The woman sat on the bedside. His face was still pale and he looked limp. The most obvious of him was that Nania had not dared to speak.

Daryl restyled the bed and stacked pillows for her to make his wife feel comfortable, before she turned to him.

"Sleep again. I. .. have to come to the police station to be obliged to report." The man almost left her but Nania immediately grabbed her hand.

Daryl was stunned staring at his bowed face.

"I know it might not be any good anymore, but. I'm sorry." Nania looked up.

And as before, tears came back from the corner of his eye.

Daryl tightened his jaw hard. To be honest he wanted to say everything to Nania. Scolding her as usual, or nagging her as she often did to him, or scolding her like a common angry person. 

But I don't think it'll be any good. Because in addition to exhausting himself was also lazy.

"You knew? If you weren't my wife what would I do?" The man opened his voice.

"Can you imagine how it was me, hum?"

Nania clenched her mouth tightly.

"I'll be home as soon as my job in Malang is done because I want to surprise you, but what do I get? I was surprised to see my wife beaten up by someone to the point of losing my son."

"You sad? Then what about me?"

"You think I'm doing this to curb you? Containment you? You think I want to keep you from doing so many things that you don't listen to me so many times? You think?"

Nania lowered her face again, and now it was getting deeper.

Daryl then squatted in front of him.

"My face will be of no use, and your tears of regret will not bring my son back. So just shut up and let me recuperate in my own way. And I will let you heal in your own way. But one thing I'm emphasizing here." The man framed Nania's face hard.

"From this moment to forever I won't let you see that woman for whatever reason." He looked at Nania with a glaring flash of fury at her dark bead.

"You hear me, Nania? Just a step away from the gate without my permission then forever you won't be able to enter again." Then he let go while getting up.

"That's if you want to listen to me. But if not, it's up to you. The door to Nikolai's house will open if you no longer want to be here."

Nania gasps.

Daryl stared at her for a while, and she touched the woman's face. In his heart he hoped that the bluff would make Nania deterred, and no longer acted rashly. Although it might be a little cruel but there was no other choice for him other than to say it.

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"Nania hasn't come down yet?" Sofia sat in her chair with her son-in-law who came to stay the night as usual. Except for Dimitri and his children who choose to go follow Rania to race in neighboring countries.

"Yet. Daryl hasn't come back yet." Darren replied. "Regan accompanied her to the police station, so Mama didn't have to worry."

"Till this afternoon?"

"Yes we don't know, maybe a lot of the things they're talking about are a bit long."

"Hmm .. Mama won't worry if she says a lot of things or vents her anger at anything. What you're worried about is if she just shuts up and doesn't react. Because it's scarier than any natural disaster."

"Something may have changed, Mom."

"Yes, and I hope that's a good thing."

"Do we need to look at his house, Ma?" Kirana who just came to talk.

"It seems that it is not necessary. Better just let them go first. It might take more time."

"I think Nania needs support. We can't leave him alone. Looks like he …."

Satria even chose to be quiet and start eating without saying much. Although he felt that his sense of taste was numb at this moment. 

The grief of loss is indeed they feel as well, and there is no more powerful medicine to recover than time.

"Mima, after this inter-food for Nania huh? All you see is the situation." Sofia told her domestic assistant.

"Yes, Mom."

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"Go home, Regan. That's enough." Daryl again downed the bluish clear drink in his glass.

The breeze of the wind whipped through his messy brownish hair. And he enjoyed the atmosphere of the night while staring at the expanse of vibrant Jakarta city lights from the height of the balcony of Nikolai Tower.

"It's okay, sir. I'll stay here." Regan answered.

"Go home! Tomorrow's even the weekend and you can take a day off. You're free." Daryl went back to drinking.

Regan fell silent.

"You want to?" Daryl then thrust the bottle containing the intoxicating drink he asked his subordinate.

"No, Sir. I don't drink." But the man refused.

"Are you all right?"

"It's just not unusual, sir." Regan chuckles a little.

Daryl looked back at the city lights below.

"You know what, Regan? Once upon a time, if I was bored, angry or in need of entertainment I would go to a club and party. Meet a lot of sexy women and drink. Then it ended up in a hotel room with one of them."

Regan listened to her boss tell her a story.

"You know it's so much fun. Suddenly you're the happiest man in the world."

"I can imagine, sir."

"But now I just want to be alone. Stay away .. and silence things without wanting to act more even if it is necessary. You know I've become a different person." Suddenly Daryl laughed.

"How can humans change so quickly, and we really don't know anything about life." Daryl with a soft voice.

"I think everything is within my grasp and I can control it. But in fact, as a descendant of Nikolai I still have a weakness."

"That's because we're ordinary people, sir. We make plans and rules, but God has the power to pass them on or break them. And we just have to be ready to be disappointed if things don't go our way." Regan answered.

While Daryl chuckled but he rubbed his eyes that were almost inundated.

"It's okay, sir. Sadness is normal and crying is normal. That's a sign that we still have heart and feelings. If not, then something is wrong with us."

Daryl got up and sat holding his head with both hands resting on his knees.

He crept his hair hard and desperately held the tightness in his chest. Apparently this was more painful than when he lost Grusha. 

Many times he wiped the tears that forced out then sipped the blue drink directly from the bottle until it ran out.

And there's nothing Regan can do but let it go. Because there is nothing more dangerous than a man who is sad because he feels lost like his boss.

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