Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 010: Enough

“Excuse me, Mas, is everything okay?” A knock on the door sounded, once again a voice sounded. “Mas Tiarnan, are we not leaving? Mr. Frits has called twice.”

“In the meantime, I'll come down, Sir,” said Tiarnan without taking his eyes off Likta, “Seriously you're okay?”

Question Thiarnan typical anxiety and realistic conditions of a husband who cares about his wife, but Likta does not want to be fooled again this time. Enough to have been defeated this one man, if only their short relationship did not produce a baby, of course Likta would never seek his existence. “He'eh,”

Likta's two fingers lightly knead the temple, making a round pattern so that the sense of dizziness in the head is reduced, but who would have guessed that simple movement ignited the memory of Tiarnan when he grabbed his body, the taut fingers make small circles on the chest.

Making love with Likta was an accident for Tiarnan. Without alibi. He will be responsible until the baby is born, even though it is difficult to resist the appeal of the adorable level of a newly married woman a week. Her lips and smile are as sweet as marshmello. He still remembered what it was like when it melted in the mouth and ....

“Cukup—” furious Tiarnan, pressing strong-strong strange gelenyar in the body. Then, looking down, looked at Likta who was now looking towards him. Perhaps surprised by Tiarnan's pressure-filled spontaneous speech. “Have enough rest? Is anyone sick?”

“Only stomach cramps, it is better,” said Likta, heart intent wants to hold on the arm of the chair, but the palm of Tiarnan's hand precedes. Grip firmly until you can stand up straight. “Thank you.”

The grips were removed and Tiarnan placed the palms into the pockets of his pants. “We're late,” he said. Then, let Likta walk first.

Tiarnan sauntered after Likta's short steps. Just one step behind his wife. The brief touch had affected him greatly, he needed to neutralize the tickling sensation, as gentle as the flapping of hummingbird wings, slow and drifting.

The elevator doors are visible at the end of the hallway, as if they were designed only for upper class occupants. Because there was no door visible other than the place of Tiarnan, felt observed Likta turned her head for a while. Then press the button next to the vertical transport door.

When Tiarnan stepped in, Likta deliberately made a distance of right hand. Furthermore, it was Tiarnan who pressed the button towards the ground floor.

“What should I say when I meet your papa?”

Tyarnan's thick eyebrows shot up, he turned his head quickly. “Jawab as needed.”

After passing through several floors, the two had reached the lobby, the elevator door opened and from a distance the doorkeeper nodded faintly. Opening the door wide and at the lower end of the terraces steps there was already a black car gleaming waiting.

With high courtesy the driver opened the passenger car door. Tiarnan and Likta sat down without greeting, the most awkward situation in Likta's memory. Like two strangers who are forced to be in the same place, far different from the beginning of meeting.

However, since Likta was not wearing a seatbelt, Tiarnan had to extend a hand to his wife, hooking and making sure not to put too much emphasis on the stomach.

Tiarnan's simple attention made Likta's breath stop for a second, she tapped her back into the chair. “Thank you.”

Yet, us? A word that has more intimate meaning, as a single interconnected whole, indirectly intends to strengthen their relationship. You idiot! Since when did Tiarnan find pronouns two different people, with a simple but influential version in a special context.

Cars began to enter the highway, lights shimmering like small stars in the distance. Street vendors scattered on the sidewalk.

In an awkward silence, neither Tiarnan nor Likta refused to open the chat, until subconsciously seeing the seller as a roadside Likta said loudly, "Pak stop, I want it.”

“Continue,” order Tiarnan.

“Not what I want, this is junior wish.” While rubbing the stomach, Likta looked back, and it seemed that the driver understood about a pregnant woman who wanted something to be obeyed, to find a turn.

“Pity once our child has not been born already you slander,” grumbled Siarnan. “Loh, sir, why turn around? Oh, it turns out you're more on her side.” Glancing at Likta briefly then staring at the nyalang private driver Frits.

“Not so, Mas.”

“Do not try to stop or—” Threatened Tiarnan.

“Mas, would you like if the child born later nges?” said the middle-aged man, to go back to the place where Likta meant to go through the traffic lights, and now is showing red.

“It's not healthy, make what?” grunting Tiarnan, not wanting to change his stance, he insisted on not stopping while adding, “I said no yes no. Point. Can't be bothered. And, it's just a myth, every baby must ngeces.”

“Sok tau, do not see also, what I want,” timpal Likta, play the nails of the right finger with the left. Little full lips that get sexy when pursed. “I obviously don't want junior ileran.”

“This shows that you are the one who knows, seblak is not good for you, what else after cramping,” Tiarnan grumbled.

“Kok?” Tiarnan's confession just reinforces Likta's thinking that there was an eye on her husband's neck. “I promise the lowest level.”

Tiarnan folded his arms around his chest, trying to be polite. “No one can come out without my permission.”

The driver loosened his footrest on the gas, clearly siding with Likta instead of Tiarnan, but hesitated to step out of the car as he had just received a threat.

Eventually, Likta decided to buy it herself. “I can buy myself.”