Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 014: Affair

“Tiarnan, papa thought everything that happened on your first day was just a misunderstanding. Where are you not ready for a serious relationship, but, what is this?” berangannya, with pale brown eyes, Frits—ayah Tiarnan— does not reduce the sharp gaze. Want to reveal the truth from the son, instead of believing the news in cyberspace. “His formula papa has failed to educate you all this time.” The father's statement was like a stinging slap in the heart.

Naturally, the father was angry with Tiarnan, because all this time always instilled moral values from an early age. Merely, he lost that grip when he was near Likta, himself no longer able to maintain the ability to remain calm and in control. To fall into worldly pleasures.

Tiarnan recalled his father's disappointment earlier this afternoon, trying to persuade the middle-aged man to calm down. Carefully, he gave his understanding to Frits, without alluding to the root of the matter until the affair between him and Likta occurred. That everything she did had to do with Tanya's death.

Tiarnan hesitated to knock on the door and it seemed like his father had sensed his presence. “Come in, don't just stand out there, Tiarnan!”

Kosen was intricately carved with the waiting door leaf creaking as Tiarnan opened it. “Sorry, I thought Papa was busy and didn't want anyone to bother,” he said, sitting in front of Frits' desk.

The ballpoint pen in the hand stopped scratching a number of financial statements, Frits took a deep breath before saying, “There can be no free time while the chimney is still billowing.”

“Hopefully always be, but papa should put health first, don't work too hard. It's time to retire,” said Tiarnan, then added. “Sorry it came late. Because Lik—”

Tiarnan was biting his inner cheek, it was too difficult to assume the wife was not a part of him at this time. Judging by Frits stiff expression, he knew it was not yet time, pulling Likta into the family environment. Not even possible, after what befell his sister. I never thought how the father would react. Can I accept the presence of Likta? Can she keep her sister's dark secret tight? “Come, Papa must not have eaten because waiting for my arrival.”

Tiarnan was already standing, ready to get out of his father's study. However, from over the shoulder, he realized Frits was still unmoving, automatically pausing his steps. While guessing what is on the minds of the number one person in his life. He turned around, calmly waiting for the middle-aged man's activities to be completed.

Because as Tiarnan remembered, this afternoon seemed fine, or it could be that he had not received a hundred percent explanation from him about Likta. Does his personal problems interfere with the continuity of cooperation with his father's colleagues? For example, Tiarnan is more than able to support funds for his father's company.

However, neither Tiarnan nor Frits like to struggle in their own way, without the help of each. And, tend to cover the business problems that are afflicting.

His silver-colored eyebrows as well as his forehead were furrowed deeply, clearly something was bothering the middle-aged man thought.

“Older Violacea visited earlier,” said Frits, calm down, he again moved the ballpoint pen on a triple sheet of paper. “Sit down, papa wants to talk for a minute.”

The breath of Tiarnan seemed to be blocked, for what else they came. “Ya, I listened.” He pulled back the chair and sat down.

“You love that woman?” Silent, Frits raised his head, leaning slowly while resting both palms on his stomach. “Your wife—do you love her before papa wants the match to take place? Maybe now you start loving her.”

“But.” Answering unknowingly, Tiarnan must admit that it was the strange feeling in his heart that prompted Tiarnan to accept the arranged marriage. He was too reluctant to admit his natural self-interest since spending three days with Likta. Feeling that they have acted improperly, missing from the initial goal of finding the existence of the woman.

Not wanting to be constantly overshadowed by Likta, Tiarnan agreed to Frits' request rashly. Without knowing the end result of the deed he only did once that night. You loser, you did that twice! However, it is impossible—say the facts there—because the awkward romance makes beaver at once want to repeat. Oh, shite!

Then, Tiarnan straightened out by saying, “No, as I said, Pa. Our meeting was very, very short,” I got once again. As much as responsibility, that was what he tried to pressure over and over again, despite the bubbling up of the soul.

“Good, it does not matter if after the baby is born you are married to Violacea,” said Frits, quickly avoid the sharp gaze of Tiarnan. He immediately tidied up the files on the table.

“Married how?”

“Papa not used to break promises, you know it.” Hela Frits' rough breath sounded before adding. “Violacea is more than needed to give birth to our family successor, seedlings, bebet, and its weight is clear.”

Tiarnan's fingers clenched tightly, until the tips of his nails pierced the palms. “I guess after having a grandson Papa will no longer urge me to get married?”

“Indeed, if he was born from a woman whose family origins are clear!” frits asserted, as a form of rejection for any reason that came out of the thought of the son.

Tiarnan's jaw hardened, his heart beating fast. Horror roars every cell in the body. He was very much avoiding marriage, because he hated divorce so much. And, this destiny is ridiculous, because in a moment the order of his life runs inversely proportional to the constancy so far.

“Dan, this is not an option. There's just a word, yes,” said Frits, afraid in case Tiarnan refused. “By still supporting the welfare of your ex-wife later, all will not be a problem.”

“Ya, sure, no problem.” Tiarnan who has not fully realized the feelings of affection for Likta just agree, after all it has been written about divorce in the agreement letter. Not a problem for Tiarnan, he himself is not sure that the child in the womb Likta his baby.

Frits saw various emotions flashed across Tiarnan's twinkle in the eye despite unexpressively flinching, he patted his son's flat shoulder steadily. “Come, meet papa with the woman, what's her name?”

“Likta,” muttered Tiarnan then added, “Likta Ardistya Limantreyana.”

“Oh, Likta, let's see what he's like.”

Now, the footsteps of different generations of men are aligned. Frits' arms were slung over the sturdy shoulders of Tiarnan. Walk into the dining room while discussing the development of each business.

“He will stay here or come with you to Sweden?” ask Frits.

“He came with me,” replied Tiarnan quickly, “I mean, eem, I'm not back to Sweden, Juana will take care of everything there. I just need to monitor from here, after all I will open a branch office in Jepara.”

“Happy to hear it.”