Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 016: His River

Exactly! Why does Likta know the schedule of Tiarnan's activities? However, his heart felt crumpled and painful until only darkness could see the man's statement. Then, what was the meaning of her husband's attention earlier, she took a trembling breath, holding back the anger as it was considered unimportant. As if, Tiarnan was waving the war flag at every opportunity. To cover up the feeling, Likta presented a clumsy smile. “It doesn't really matter that much I know, because I have to stay, right? Later in there I even troublesome.”

Likta's turning eyes began to fade because of tears, before it fell, he said retreat first. “I—I excuse me, Father, Ma-mas Tiarnan.”

Likta should not be too late in feeling, attention in the car and kitchen a moment ago just a formality. The form of sympathy because of the fragility he accidentally showed, it attracted Tiarnan humanity, not push from the heart because of liking.

The fact that Likta could not replace Violence is very clear, maybe Tiarnan is planning a departure to Jepara with a top model. Yes, that's for sure, even this week did not go home to the apartment of course being with his former prospective fiancee.

Imagining Tiarnan's closeness to Violence made Likta's heart beat in pain. Especially after giving birth later, she will languish without children and husband. He no longer had a place to live, because he was not allowed to receive property from Tiarnan after the divorce.

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However, behind that prejudice, Likta had no idea that even Violence could not touch Tiarnan's heart, so planned something to take away what she almost had. Various ways were tried by the famous model, including finding out the origin of Likta. Hoping to be used as a tool to suppress Likta who he considered as his rival.

Violacea flies from the airport to the address of the man. The plane is now splitting the equator towards Juanda airport. From there he used transportation services through one of the green applications.

“There's no other place?” asked Arysha innocently, the article just came with Violence.

Violacea is indifferent while re-tapping makeup on the face, although not appearing in front of the camera appearance should be the priority.

“Ceaa!!” arysha exclaimed as she shook the shoulders of the top model. “Where is the destination? We do not have a shooting schedule in Surabaya, loh.”

“Partially who says outing or there is work, we come here it wants to meet people,” said Violacea lightly, ignoring the shock at the level of his manager. “I've been impatient to know what kind, anyway, the woman that Tiarnan married.”

“You're serious, Cea? Geez, continue if you've met why?”

“Ya at least give a lesson to him to stay away from Tiarnan.”

“Wah, hurt you huh?”

“What, anyway, Ar? Because I'm healthy to get here.” Violacea turned her head around, she had an appointment with her man around the location not far from where Likta lived. “Still far yes, Sir?”

“Ten minutes to go, kok, Mbak.”

“Nih, I tell you! Logically, Tiarnan is not possible with his wife to stay here,” said Arysha while throwing his back to the chair.

“Indeed, but here's where she lives, Ar. Surely we can find a way to get that man's fight woman home.” Violacea was so sure that Likta would return to where he came from.

“In what way?”

“Udah, deh, Ar. Come, later also know how.” The car stopped at one of the restaurants, Violacea immediately put on sunglasses and a mask.

After making the payment, both of them went down. The air in Surabaya and Jakarta is not too different, both polluted and half-dead heat. While fan-fans with fingers, behind glasses, Violacea searches for the whereabouts of a person. Smile on the lips when he saw the man sitting in one corner of the restaurant.

“Well, that's it.”

“Who?”

“People, already, ah, don't bring along.” Violacea's legs drifted towards that person's place.

“Hai!”

“Hai, sorry, I can't be long,” concluded Violacea.

“Oke.” The man turned off cigarette butts to the ashtray, then stepped first, followed by the two women from Jakarta.

A not-so-luxurious car waited in the parking lot, slightly raising the man's status in the presence of Violacea. Hot air was left outside as soon as it got into the four-wheeled vehicle.

“To get to the woman's house how many hours?”

“Fifteen minutes at most if not stuck. And, I told you that during the watch, the woman was never seen,” said the man, while operating the steering wheel.

“Iya, no problem, we will know after getting there.”

The car drove slowly for about seventeen minutes, a difference of two minutes from the calculation of the man.

They arrived in front of the courtyard of a simple house with a dark green fence. Violacea had suspected that the woman who claimed to be pregnant had no child.

“This is his home?”

“Well, like I said, he lives with his om and tantenya. Want to log in now?”

“Faster better.”

The three got out of the car, then the man knocked on the iron gate. The living room window was opened slightly before a man walked out of the open door.

“Pak Crew, yes?” chirped the guy.

"Yes, who are you?” asked Awang, feeling not knowing his guests.

“Can we come in, Sir?”

As he was painting, Awang opened the gate, watching over the guests one by one from top to bottom. “Temannya Likta?”

Although heavy hearted, Awang let the guests sit down. Then, serve a glass of mineral water in the packaging. “What do you need here?”

From the direction the room restriction curtain unfolded, Farida went outside, she saw guests with furrowed brows. From the beginning, his feeling was not good. With sign language, he asked Awang, but got no answer, so chose to sit in one of the remaining seats.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, Violacea spoke up, asking for Likta's whereabouts. However, what was sought was not to return home for more than ten days. Furious, he provoked Awang to force Likta home. In return, he gave some money and was accepted happily, in contrast to Farida who refused outright because she was grateful that her niece was married to a respected person.

“Dik, you go in there first, let me take care of this!” awang's orders, because Farida insisted on disagreeing.

“Mas,” sigh Farida, but soon scowled as soon as got the shot from the husband.

Talks about Likta continued, because they did not know where Likta existed, Violacea told Awang to find out for himself, because since that incident Violacea had never met again with Tiarnan, but also did not know the Likta, he assumes the man has his own place to live without Frits' knowledge.

“Alright, Mr. Awang, that was the new DP. Once you've found him, I'll give you five times.”