Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 011: Suffering

Full of confidence Likta approached the seblak handyman, her saliva almost dripping by simply observing the tempting appearance of the food. During this time, Likta likes spicy, but not too. However, this time the desire to enjoy the typical Sundanese cuisine is not unstoppable anymore.

There were two teenagers in line, one of whom turned towards Likta. A sweet smile typical of young people. “Please,” said, rising from the red plastic chair.

“Thank you, do nothing, please sit back,” subtract subtle Likta.

The girl next to him looked over. “What's up, Lucky?” whispered. Like knowing what the young man thought or did before. “Sit down, sister, she will not want to sit again after offering to people, especially girls who—”

“Ugly Goose!” furious teen named Lucky, “Diam you!” Curling the girl's neck, the two of them quarreled while giggling.

Their actions also made Likta comment on a smile, she craved such familiarity. He had a cousin, but he wasn't very close, and there was never really a match.

“Come, right? Tell Ugly Goose!”

“OK, i, blush. Satisfied, lu!” yelled Ugly Goose, he smoothed out the hairpin that was sticking out of the clasp. “Wait until my body is bigger than, lu!”

Lucky laughed with satisfaction and turned to Likta again. “Bang first, This sister is aja.”

“Do not, do not, I—” reject Likta.

“Udah, Brother, just remember, this is someone who likes to take care of women. Sook jentlemen.” The girl spoke to Likta.

Once again, Likta made a smile by greeting a friend—maybe Lucky's girlfriend. “Thank you.”

“Content, please sit down, Kak.” Ugly Goose stood up.

“Lah, if gini, I don't feel good,” said Likta. “Sini, sit down, Ug—maaf, we don't know each other yet. Me, Likta.”

“Dama,” welcome Ugly Goose.

“Call aja, Ugly Goose, Sister,” Lucky joke.

Likta pursed her lips for half a second. “She is beautiful tau.”

“Tuh, denger! Your eyes need to be checked.” Dama folds both arms, then sticks out the tongue. “This child is indeed restless, Kak.”

“Beautiful also recently.” Lucky won't lose. He messed up Dama's hair until it was messy, his laughter so loose without any burden.

At that moment it was as if Likta was experiencing deja vu, whether when or ever met, this young man was very similar to someone. But Likta forgot who. Ah, maybe I guessed wrong.

“... Brother, Sister Likta!” Dama wiggled her palms in front of Likta's face.

“Eh, yes, sorry, sorry, said what was it?”

“Kakak not original here?”

“He'eh, from Surabaya,” reply Likta.

“Please, Neng,” said Abang seblak seller.

“What was I doing first?”

“Iya, sincere, Brother. I'm sad to be rejected,” Lucky said, putting on a face that looked so cute. “Bang, total with me, yes.”

“Don't, let me b—” Likta fumbles on her shirt, the dress continues to fit the body and expand on the abdomen to the knee was without a bag. Automatic when it was his turn to pay, only realized not to bring money, he wanted to go back to the car to ask money to Tiarnan, but embarrassed, how asking.

“ ... Sis, it's okay, I paid,” Lucky said. A sincere smile was unseen, this time not seen a small kejilan. “Tapi—”

“Ya?” Likta waited for the continuation of Lucky's words with a serious facial mimic.

“For mobile number,” as well as Lucky, to invite a small pinch on the stomach from Dama.

“Lu tu, yes!” geram Dama, then looked to Likta. “Udah, do not need to be horrified, Sis, this one guy is a bit crazy.”

“Oh my goodness,” Lucky said, then let go, hiding behind his back. His palm held tightly, even close enough as it peered at Dama through Likta's shoulder. “Kak, please, the Goose likes KDRT.”

My licta? Tiarnan was jolted by his own strengthening.

“Pak please—oh shit, why Juana phone now?” Tiarnan stopped talking to the driver of Frits, he took the phone out of his pocket and replied, “Halo, Juana, what's wrong? All running launch?”

Silent for half a minute, Tiarnan listened to Juana's words while keeping an eye on Likta who was joking with the two teenagers. “Yes, still here. I trust you all Juana.”

“Mas Tiarnan need something?” ask the driver after the child call from his boss is over.

Tiarnan let out a rough breath, why was he so angry to see Likta laughing so loosely because of someone else, not himself it was the cause of the woman smiling. Tiarnan's stomach is like wrapped around, all of that is due to Tanya's unnatural death. And, Likta the trigger—women who are now the future successors of his family.

Why Likta? Since the first meeting, Tiarnan had felt something wrong. His heart pounded until a heart that had long lost its own open key. Welcomes the presence of foreign feelings, but so reassures his life.

“I don't think your taste is a minor,” said Tiarnan, after Likta sat next to him.

Likta's eyes widened, not knowing what the words of Tiarnan meant. He was not indifferent, peeking at the cracker-based food, sniffing out a spicy aroma that was quite pungent.

“Oh, yes, geez, until not realizing I was talking,” Tyarnan said louder, then patted the driver's shoulder, “way Pak.”

“Sorry, I thought you were talking to Pak—”

“Jeez, Likta, I—ah, forget it!” Tiarnan threw his back against the backrest, throwing a glance out the window. What's wrong with him, it's up to Likta to be close to anyone, fuck it!

While stopping at a red light, a child offered various readings, out of pity Likta was eager to buy them. He pressed a button on the car door to open the window. “Hey, here!”

“Kakak won't buy? Which one?” ask the boy.

Likta seemed to think for a moment. “News can.”

“This is the newspaper this morning, brother, better tabloid only,” said the child.

“Emang why, not stale, right?”

“We buy all,” sambar Tiarnan then extend a hand through Likta. The sweet aroma infiltrated gently when taking a breath, it felt like it wanted to always be this close.

“Thank you, sir, but this is mostly,”.

“It's okay, hopefully it helps,” Tiarnan said before the lights turned green.

“Thank you,” said the boy while waving.

In order not to be saturated, Likta read one of the tabloids, on the cover there is a prominent Indonesian model posts. There is a description, a kind of angler to sell on the market.

Violacea, Suffering from Depression as a Prospective Fiance is Taken by an Unknown Woman.

Kontan, the book fell from his grasp, Likta's lips quivering. A lifetime never imagined that he would seize the property of others.

“Hey no—what?” Tiarnan instantly knew what made Likta shaken, the hue on his wife's cheek vanished already. It was as though he was looking at something frightening.

“Tiarnan, I'm so mean, right?” Likta's gaze was blank, she stared straight ahead with teary eyes. “Dia—you love each other, I shouldn't have come to see you at that time—we shouldn't have gone together. Oh, not us, but me. Why did I agree at that time to your invitation? I'm a woman mur—”

“Hey, what are you talking about?” Tiarnan grabbed Likta in an embrace, gently rubbing the woman's back. Landing a light kiss on his temple.

“Come, we have to make clarification!” likta urged, she squeezed the clothes of Tiarnan.

“Then after that, do you think everything will go the way it was? And I don't want you away from my supervision during pregnancy.”

“Indeed, but at least you can go back to Violacea, and, I will give you news every time you finish the examination. I promise Tiarnan,” Likta said as she sobbed. She buried her face into her husband's chest, takpeduli tears have stained the man's white shirt.

“We'll think about it later, okay? Now please, calm down.”

God, why do I feel pain when I see this creepy? I should be happy to have hurt her, just like Tanya's heartache. Is this karma for him because he could take someone else's lover? Ask what your sense of disappointment during life is a little treated, is this enough? tiarnan's inner self-defeated, Likta's tears made her suffer.