Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 015: Waow

“Bu Mur, have you seen Ma—s Tiarnan?” Amazed at calling her husband's name with a greeting mas, Likta tried to get used to it since realizing some people in this house called it that.

Likta refused the service of Murti, she was not used to it all, so prepared her own food into a bowl. Smoke no longer billowed from the typical Sundanese food, but the spicy aroma was still emanating.

“There is in the workspace Mr. Frits,” replied Murti. Seeing the confusion on Likta's face, he explained. “The father was Mas Tiarnan, Mbak Likta wanted aunt to take him there, but did not want to, he said he wanted to eat first.”

While waiting, Likta chatted with the middle-aged woman who was taking care of the kitchen section, turning her head in all directions, who knew that Tiarnan suddenly appeared.

“He'eh, duuhh, so not good,” regretted Likta, then stir the contents of the bowl.

Muhin the driver and Murti looked at each other briefly, then one of them raised his voice, Muhin who knew Likta's pregnancy said, “Not to hesitate, Mommy Likta. Kan, emang just now really want to eat seblak.”

“He'eh, I want?” Likta pushed the bowl near Muhin.

“I do not like spicy, Ma'am,” reject Muhin, then sip a little coffee made by Murti. “I live ahead yes, Ma'am Likta, Murti, find the wind," he said, got a nod of the head in unison.

“Bu Mur, want?” Now, Likta offered the housekeeper.

“Already, thank you,” reject Murti, “Aibi stay a few first, yes.”

“He'eh.” Likta muttered, for his mouth was full of food. He took another bite, sipping on the red sauce that teased the tongue. “Segerr.”

If you have eaten delicious, often forget the person on the left. Until a younger housekeeper walked into the kitchen not knowing, his eyes flashed dislike, took out a high-legged glass and came out again.

“Suehah! Oh, my goodness which favor you deny,” hiss, so delicious Likta wants more. Scroll of sweat soaked the forehead to the temple, the tendrils of the hair stuck around the cheeks to the neck of the white level.

“Bi Murti, here?”

“What's Nov?” Murti who just entered the kitchen to take the plate approached.

“That's who?” tanya Nov, pointing with her chin.

“Wife Mas Tiarnan.” Murti was willing to walk again, but was arrested Nov.

Nov closed his body near Murti, his style whispering, but the voice was still clear. “Oh, it's the cheap lady. Because of her, my idol did not marry Mas Tiarnan.”

“Hush! Don't be careless if you talk,” rebukes Murti.

“Loh, briefly Bi Mur, wait!” pinta Nov, when he saw Murti was about to step up. “Bi Mur, really, justin aja, he ate first.”

“Indeed why?”

“Lupa, huh? Regulations in this house, the young are forbidden to precede the older. Especially just guests.”

“Terus?” Next to Murti's hand rested on his waist because it was a bit upset, eager to stuff Nov's mouth with a cutting board.

“He shouldn't eat first, dong.”

“Still do not understand, Ma'am Likta's wife Mas Tiarnan!”

“Halah, weigh the wife due to an accident,” taunted the younger housekeeper.

From a distance, Likta seemed to sip the gravy directly from her bowl. And, suddenly choking. He who tasted about to pour a glass of iced tea on the table, but came the Nov.

“Eh, uh, put it back!” exclaimed Nov, rushing towards Likta's desk, at the tail of the middle-aged woman. “Who told you to go ahead of the host?” Deftly snatching the glass from Likta's hand.

Therefore the eyes of the red Likta resisted the spicy, her tiny lips sizzled softly. He blinked several times so that the water at the end of the eyelids did not drip, then asked politely. “A little, Ma'am, promise, deh, next time don't repeat.”

“Bu~Mu~r,” exclamation Tyarnan hanging and long when see all gathered in the kitchen including Likta. He had thought his wife was in the living room or the living room, but was instead here with teary eyes. “What is this? Why is Likta crying?”

Tiarnan's large palms wrapped around Likta's fingers on the table. “What's up?” tanyanya's confused.

“The temptation to eat until,” I Likta, he looked up because Tiarnan was standing next to him.

“This is why no one gets you a drink?” tiarnan. “You guys got laid off?” He grabbed the glass hanging over the plan, walked towards the dispenser, then filled in a bit of hot water and cold water until lukewarm.

“This, drink slowly,” said Tiarnan, while getting closer to the red lips like a tiny ribbon of his wife, then with both palms Likta wanted to hold her own.

The gaze of the two met and the kitchen was so spacious it seemed to shrink, so small that Likta could hear the thumping heart. Banging his ribs tightly, to the point that he was afraid of being heard by Tiarnan.

“Drinking a few sips can reduce the spiciness,” said Tiarnan.

That soft and deep voice, sucked Likta's consciousness out of a sense of enticement. “He'eh, thank you.” Then, nod stiffly.

The gentle expression on Tiarnan's face turned fierce as it faced towards the housekeepers. “If you are tired of working in this house, do not hesitate to tell me or papa!”

Silent, no one dared to disobey the words of the son of the owner of the magnificent house. They looked down deeply, as if only to take a breath of fear.

“Likta, already?” Tiarnan turned again, “Yuk, papa has been waiting for us for a long time.”

“He'eh.”

While walking into the dining room Tiarnan reprimanded, “You were, really, not following me all the way to the house?”

“You're long-term. Difficult to follow,” replied Likta origin.

“Really? This isn't the first time you've followed in my footsteps.”

Instantly Likta's cheeks met red, whether intentionally or unintentionally Tiarnan's statement led him to memories when adventuring together. It is true that he was very easy to follow the steps of Tiarnan while in the forest. Afraid of being left behind and being stuck in a tiger. “That time, kan—waoow.”

Tiarnan looked up when he heard Likta's admiration, as soon as his mind went wild on their first night. His face was red, what does the word 'waoow' say from the lips of the wife.

“This is the dining room?” asked Likta, while gently rubbing the dragon carving on the door leaf, then creeping into the silver handle. To his astonishment, he did not notice the dumbstruck expression on Tiarnan's face. “Mas Tiar—”

“What? You call me mas?”

With a smile, Likta pursed her lips for a moment and said, “Bu Mur and Mr. Muh call you.”

“Oh, because Mr. Muh.” Tiarnan spoke while opening the door.

The dining room in the Frits residence does not look cramped despite the large dining table complete with twenty-two high-backed chairs.

A middle-aged man who Likta believed was the old man of Tiarnan sat quietly at the head of the table. After a brief acquaintance, the three enjoyed the meal in silence.

In the midst of enjoying the dessert, Frits occasionally asked questions, without showing any emotions, just like people who just knew each other.

“Before going to Jepara, stay for a day,” pinta Frits.

“Jepara?” Likta's forehead was wrinkled, she was a little surprised, that Tiarnan didn't tell me anything from now on.

“Loh, you haven't told Likta?”

“For what?” Tiarnan's eyes widened for a while, why the foul words that came out, now he felt like the number one bastard. Ah, but who cares.