Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 013: Mas Tiarnan's Wife

Tik tok tik tok, the heartbeat of the wall clock accompanies a husband and wife who are sitting comfortably in the living room of the magnificent house of the boy's millionaire—sebutang no longer fit, because Tiarnan is 26 years old this—but even so some people still taste it so, especially Frits.

They always consider children to be children even though the age always increases every year.

While waiting for the host, Viona flipped through the album of old photos tucked between several thick books in a giant-sized sideboard.

When he heard footsteps entering the living room, Virgo and his wife stood up.

“Sorry to make you wait a long time,” regretted Frits while gesturing for both guests to return to sit on one of the living room sofas. “I understand our children's problems, these are the most difficult times for Violacea, considering she is a public figure. I also just learned the news of Tiarnan's marriage with the woman today.”

True, this afternoon Frits was so angry, how could Tiarnan get married without asking for his approval. Even according to the confession of the son, that the marriage has been running for one week.

Slowly Tiarnan explained the chronology of events from beginning to end, although he doubted, he tried to believe in the confession of his son.

“Then, will you just shut up, Frits?” virgo asked, breaking Frits' daydream.

Frits sighed. “Of course not, Go, but—I can't let the mother of my grandson be hard.”

“Difficult to believe,” complains Virgo, “Dan, you believe it just like that? It's not you yourself who say that Tiarnan always shuts himself off from women. For this reason the idea of matchmaking our child happened.”

“That's why I believe, how could Tiarnan marry that woman if I'm not sure?” bela Frits, at first she did not believe a stranger who suddenly came and declared herself pregnant due to the actions of Tiarnan. However, his son's confession at noon seemed convincing. Frits, who expects a grandson, certainly believes him. And, Tiarnan must have thought about all that carefully.

“What is nasp Violacea now? It's easy for you to ignore us,” Virgo, his eyes look red, his chest expands and deflates, emotions raging in the heart.

Frits. “Loh, not Go.”

The housekeeper was seen walking into the living room, putting down three drinks and a jar filled with biscuits. With respect, the housekeeper left the place.

“Thank you,” said Viona, got a polite nod.

As soon as the housekeeper, Virgo again spoke, “Ya is now looking for a solution so that the matchmaking still takes place, I do not want something to happen with Violacea.”

Frits has not found any solution, so far Tiarnan does not intend to be married, even if the marriage with Violacea occurs, it is for his persuasion after Tanya's death. In an attempt to carry on the lineage.

Virgo looked at his wife briefly before proposing an opinion. He took a deep breath, then said, “There is only one way, Tyarnan divorced once the baby was born.”

“Where can that be? It—”

“Or our friendship got here, the choice is in your hands Frits. And, I guess you're not the type, the nut forgot the peel.”

Frits corrected his sitting position, clearing his throat several times. During the slump, it was the Virgo family that helped him get back up. “There may be I forgot all your kindness during this time, Go.”

“Good, it's time you helped me. Isn't my daughter, your daughter too,” urges Virgo, the look on her face is hard. The desire to make the princess happy is always the main thing, because that is to be firm with Frits.

“Yes, Violacea is also my daughter. All right, I'll talk to Tiarnan about this. Okay, we better have dinner together.” Frits got up from his seat, spread out one hand, inviting the two guests into the dining room.

“I came here just want to convey that, can not leave Violacea for long,” refused Virgo, glanced at Viona as a signal to come stand. “Yuk, Ma.” his invitation was answered by his wife with a smile and a graceful nod.

Frits commented a smile, putting both hands behind the body. Then, take both guests to the front of the house. “Send my dear greetings to Violacea.”

The metallic black car drove slowly towards the porch of the house, a driver came down, opening the door for Tiarnan as well as Likta.

Likta looked up at him in amazement, stepping slowly as he continued to watch the right wing until the left wing of the European-style house. Every new person who comes always follows a relaxed rhythm as if afraid to miss the smallest details of the magnificent residence, enjoying the sharp lines and striking flawless structures that describe their owners clearly.

“Be careful, Ma'am Likta,” said the driver, afraid that the young woman slipped while climbing the porch steps.

“Yes, thank you, sir,” reply Likta, he just realized that Tiarnan has entered the house first.

“Mbak Likta!”

“Ya, Sir.” Likta turned around, his right leg which was one level higher was lowered back, leading to near the car again.

The driver's right hand was carrying Likta's package. “They are behind.”

“Oh, my goodness. Until I forget, thank you, have reminded.” Likta received the wrap with a smile adorning her father's face. “Fathers not coming in?”

“I used to go through the side door, Ma'am,” replied private driver Frits.

“Oh,” said Likta, without moving from his place, “Eem, I follow Mr. aja, deh,” chirped Likta, he turned back for a while, then back facing forward.

“Loh, yes, don't Mbak.” Confused was imprinted clearly on the middle-aged man's face.

“Why? I'm afraid to stray if I go in alone, Tiarnan is already first, right.” Likta turned to the main door which was estimated to be over four meters in size, her tiny lips pursed briefly. Never imagined to know someone as successful as Tiarnan.

“Ee—ya already, come,” invite the middle-aged man, he guided Likta steps a few meters from the felt heading to the side of the house.

As soon as he reached the doorway of a medium size, Likta was greeted by a five-kilogram white-haired creature.

“Justice, have you eaten, really, to—kapur again?” a middle-aged woman's question hangs when she finds Frits' private driver with Likta there.

Likta squatted while rubbing the baby's fluffy jaw fat cat, so happy the cat purring deliciously.

“Whose girl are you carrying, Muh?” ask the middle-aged woman.

“My wife Mas Tiarnan, Mur,” revealed the host's personal driver.

“Include, I, Likta.” Immediately Likta got up while extending a hand.

“Murti,” greeted the middle-aged woman, then turned to the man. “How are you, anyway, Muhin? Why delivered through here?” furious, then grabbed Likta's soft arm, the fat cat followed where Likta's footsteps were. “Yuk, Ma'am Likta, I'll take you to the family room.”

“Later, a minute, anu, Bu—”

The middle-aged woman's forehead frowned. “I can get scolded if I let Mbak Likta in the kitchen.”

“Why? I'd like to borrow a bowl, can I?” Likta's cheeks blushed when she said that, not rejecting Bu Murti's invitation, only. He wants to enjoy it soon.