The Sweetes Feeling 2's
Between Supply And Friends

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"Go first, Dadd." Nania kisses Daryl's lips before he gets out of the car.

"Malyshka, wait!" But the man followed him down.

"No need to stop me from getting inside, Dadd. You'll have bad luck." And Nania almost ran towards the gate when Daryl actually followed her.

"No, wait!"

"What else?" Then Nania stopped and turned around.

"You forgot your provisions." 

"Udah, this?" The woman held up a bag containing a food box and a water bottle in her right hand.

"Not that." Daryl walked up to him.

"Continue?"

The man reached into the wallet in the inner pocket of his suit, "Your money?" he said, opening the thing.

"No, am I there?" Nania refused and she almost continued her steps.

"How can I not worry while you no longer need me?" But Daryl's words stopped him.

"Ck! That's not it, it exists. I also have money. Why are you giving me again? Where mom made me eat when I was at home too had breakfast. So now you too?"

"It's okay, so you don't go hungry."

Nania laughs. "Don't be lebay, Dadd. This much food won't starve me till the afternoon."

"But it still does …."

"I'm confused to take more supplies from you."

"Why?"

"How can people not get their time? Abis eat directly there are more activities, continue later money from you mubazir dong?"

"Do I have to do with this money? I already asked Dinna for cash because I might have to supply you again?"

Nania laughed again. "Please who that cake is not to fill your wallet."

Daryl rolled his eyeballs.

"Ck!" Nania clucked, but she finally returned to the man's close. "Yes, here if you make it." Then he raised his hand.

"Fifty thousand is enough?"  Daryl pulled out a piece of money in blue.

"That was yesterday in High School.  College didn't go up?"

"Say you don't need it?"

"Are you the one who's making it?"

Daryl laughs. "How much will it?"

"don't know. How many college kids a day?"

"Not knowing either. I used to spend at least 10,000 rubles a day." Daryl recalls his college days in Moscow.

"So small is only 10,000 a day? Got what snacks?" Nania with her estimation innocence.

"Yes indeed. Because on average if a lot of ordinary activities run out up to 30 to 50,000 rubles."

"Ohh ... What's the standard?" Nania nodded her head.

"Yes, that's it."

"Eh, wait. 10,000 rubles is how much in rupiahin?" But then he asked after understanding this conversation.

"Let's see, I think about a million and eight hundreds now."

"What's? How much is 50,000?" Both of Nania's eyes were rounded and she half-shouted.

Daryl paused for a moment to guess. "Maybe about nine million rupiah."

"Huh?" And now his voice was really loud so that it could seize the attention of people passing by.

"Obdominantly, why? It's not an average number, it's just sometimes, right?"

"What do you buy that day? The same meal time with gasoline?" Nania with all her innocence.

"Somehow, I don't remember. Why remember when my job is just school?"

"God! Not that kegedean? That kind of money I can make a house of barking!"

Daryl rolled his eyeballs back. It's been a year together but Nania is still Nania.

"Yaudah, from now on I ask for more bekel. But it's more than yesterday." She turned her hand to her husband who was laughing.

"Let's be cool if you want to give provisions do not bear the responsibility!" he said again, and he was still thinking about 50,000 rubles a day when Daryl went to school in the country. That putin.

"Hundred thousand?" Now Daryl pulls a red note from his wallet.

"No way."

"How much will it?"

"Three hundred thousand is enough" he said.

"Seriously? What do you want to snack on? Just chicken noodles and milk tea? Or the rest of the jelly candy." Daryl laughed again.

"As far as I am. Than you nine million a day is it a snack what? I was dizzy thinking too." 

Daryl shook his head while handing his wife three hundred thousand bills. "The cost of living there is high." He muttered.

"So you refused? Now even peck that stuff?" Daryl answered.

"Aren't you the one who made it? But come to think of it, your compulsion is good too." The woman squeaked.

"Duh? Which language was that just now?"

But Nania laughed. "Udah ah, I go in first huh? Tar can again be punished for being late." Then he actually left Daryl there after snatching money from the man.

"Be careful, Malyshka."

"Bye Dadd." The woman immediately ran under the sharp gaze of Mahendra who had also just arrived at the parking area.

***

"Are you Nania Arsyad?" A female senior approached Nania after seeing her name and data on the list.

"Yes, Brother." Nania replied after glancing at each other with Mahira.

"What is Nania?" Another senior came over.

"Daryl Nikolai's wife?" He's convincing.

"Ah, about that …."

"Fia's Secret House and …."

"Fia's Secret Perfume!" They're both together.

"really right? Waaahhh . Welcome, welcome." The two greeted Nania kindly.

"I guessed it, right? From yesterday no one believed. The ad is iconic! How could they not know you, right?"

Nania laughed awkwardly as she rubbed her nape.

It's starting to get scary, I don't think anyone will know 9. He's ingrained.

"Hey, what are you doing? We're on duty!" Mahendra yelled a little, getting the two comrades back into early mode.

"okay, Nania. We'll talk later. Now do the senior assignment!" said the woman with the name tagg Alisa and Sakina.

"Good, Brother."

Then the two of them immediately left him while Mahendra was still staring.

"Are you an artist, or a model? How come I've never seen it on Tivi?" Mahira reacted after listening to the conversation.

"Not." Nania shook her head.

"So that's what they said?"

"It's nothing, maybe they're just fashion fans."

His new friend frowned.

"You're a fan of fashion or beauty products, Mahira?" Then Nania asked.

"Not really. I don't even know what beauty or fashion products you mean?" Mahira answered.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mahira nodded her head.

"Then it's good." And Nania laughed while clapping her hands cheerfully.

"Why indeed? You haven't answered my question, have you?"

"Oh yeah? Which one?"

"Ck! Just asked if I forgot?"

Nania laughed again.

"Are you an artist or a model?" Mahira asked again.

"Not." Then Nania answered.

"So they know you, but I don't?"

"Ah, don't think about it."

"Seriously. They know but I don't." repeated Mahira.

"Yes, it's okay. That's even better. We won't because I'm famous, but because I want to."

"Hm …."

"Oh yes, about our duties I have asked permission from my husband. You can come home to do it."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Fool."

"Hey, don't keep chatting! Want another punishment?" Mahendra, as usual, shouted. But his views were circulated to all directions where his classmates were.

"Hurry to write about the campus and everything you know since you first participated in this activity. I want before the break to be collected at the committee table, yes? No exception." he said again who glanced at Nania and Mahira.

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