Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 018: Not Allowed

Likta walked towards the ceiling-high window and snapped the thick black curtains. He slid the shutters of the room wide, tiny particles seemed to be dancing in the air as sunlight barged in. Then, he went back to the bed, fixing the sheets and blankets as before.

The phone above the nightstand rang, Likta grabbed it and then swept a thumb to the screen. “Good morning Mr Andrei?” he said his greetings, then sat on the edge of the bed. While listening to the words of the person across there, grabbed the pillow and placed it onto the lap. His left index finger made a circular pattern slowly. “Yes, I'm fine, Sir.”

Likta's thin brows furrowed, feeling unwell from taking too long off work. “Please give me a few more days, Sir.”

Likta heaved a sigh of relief when she got the approval from the owner of the clinic where she worked. “Thank you, sir, sorry I am often a hassle. Soon, once the business is done, I'll go to work. Once again thank you, Mr. Andrei.”

The call was interrupted, Likta carefully placed a pillow at the head of the bed, then put the mobile phone back into the nightstand. He monologues softly, “The problem is now, Mas Tiarnan allow or do not I work?”

There was a knock on the door and someone's cry. “Mbak Likta.”

“Ya, briefly,” says Likta, hurry to open the door. “Bu Mur?” he said he knew the middle-aged housekeeper who had come.

“Sorry, disturb, here I bring a change of clothes for Mbak Likta.”

“Oh, yes thank you.” Likta reviewed the smile until her turning eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me,” says Murti

Likta responded with a nod before closing the door. He then put his shirt, skirt, and two kinds of towels on the bed. In addition, it turns out that the housekeeper also gives underwear, the color is the same.

From behind the room in the corner of the room is no longer heard running water. The next minute the bathroom door was open, through the reflection of the mirror Likta could see the damp hair Tiarnan. Her husband wore a knee-length bokser that showed sturdy legs and a level, the masculine sight made Likta's heart almost explode.

Oh, my God, are Tiarnan's shoulders and chest really that flat and wide before? Impulsively Likta bit the tip of the lower lip, remembering the fingers while making an abstract pattern there. Instantly, he felt his cheeks heat up, even having difficulty breathing for a short period of time.

For some reason, Likta was unable to distract. He observed the biceps on Tiarnan's arm, not as muscular as the weightlifters, but still accentuated the tight muscles under his flat yellow skin. It felt like just yesterday, the two arms hugged themselves tightly until they fell asleep.

Likta exhaled so deeply from the dream that it was not, now too far away to reach the man. Like there was a fortress of self-defense to keep it under control, or something was controlling Tiarnan.

In one time, Likta had seen admiration in Tiarnan's eyes, but the next time changed with hatred when he looked at each other. Until now, he was trying to understand the mindset of the man. Why it can turn hard and soft at almost the same duration.

Likta could see the sorrow in both eyes of her husband, losing, yes, Tiarnan once said that. He could imagine how gripping it was to watch his sister buried—so that the death sequence was no longer age-appropriate in general.

“Prepare, in a quarter of an hour we have an appointment with the obstetrician,” orders Siarnan without turning his head, he headed for the wardrobe, choosing a small striped navy blue shirt and dark trousers. “Hai, come, time is money.”

Tiarnan's warning surprised Likta, and she saw the man looking for something. “What are you looking for again?”

“Handle.”

“You so give me the towel or not?” tiarnan asked while ruffling his waist for a while, then messing with the messy hairdo, to splash. Water flowed from her wet hair to her shoulders.

“Eem, can I dry it?”

Paras ayu Likta met, Tiarnan folded his arms in front of his chest. A great wave rolled around Tiarnan's belly, when he saw the woman's eyes shining like a cat craving touch. And, damn it, he also wants to touch every inch of his wife's shirt wrapped in a pendant.

Likta's expression finally caused the thought in the head of Tiarnan, that the experience three months ago is just a ruse, only now does the woman show her identity that likes to tempt you men.

“I can do it myself. You better take a shower, so you can shorten the time, so as not to wait for each other,”, said Tiarnan.

“I take a short shower, kok, can ya, I dry your hair?” Likta insisted on the horrible hair of Tiarnan. Cutting the distance between them, she looked up to stare fixedly at the beautiful face of her husband.

Tiarnan's forehead frowned deeply, had Likta always behaved like this before? As he remembered when adventuring first, not this way. Or changes that occur due to the birth of a baby? Ah, that's beyond logic, obviously Likta's wits alone.

“Can't ya?” A disappointed tone sounded as Likta took a step back, her facial features looking tangled like a towel hanging next to her body.

“OK, since I'm being generous, you can do that.” Tiarnan also gave up, sitting casually in front of the dressing table, saying, “Nah, come here, dry.”

Likta's face shone again, her irises sparkling as her smile expanded. “Thank you.”

“For what?” tiarnan asked, he felt absolute comfort when Likta's flickering fingers rubbed and lightly massaged his head.

“According to my request.” The joy of singing along with Likta's confession.

“This sounds strange,” Tiarnan said as he watched Likta through the mirror reflection, Tiarnan saw the biggest knot smile on the tiny lips of natural pink.

His eyes caught wet, Likta occasionally closed her eyes, like enjoying something that Tiarnan had not caught. His wife's regular and warm breaths greeted him like a gentle sweep of an inviting sign.

Tiarnan dreamed of shaking the little body of the woman. Because the act of Likta awakens the fundamental desire of masculinity that has been curbed all this time. He was well aware that only his wife could make him agitated and fascinated.

Without warning, Tiarnan turned around and grabbed his wife's hip, carrying the woman on his lap. Spontaneously both the soft and slender palms of Likta touched the shoulders.

The skin of Tiarnan's inner upper arm came into contact with Likta's forearm, his sensitive nerves able to feel his wife's Roman feathers reacting. He also felt all his senses respond quickly, feeling like a swarm of ants.

This could not be allowed, for the sake of Tanya's calmness, other than the wrathful emotions were forbidden to grow in her heart. With a harsh tone Tiarnan said, “Don't ask for this again! Is this how you tease a guy?”

Likta's turning eyes blinked quickly, sadness was seen in the silent spotlight that began to stem water on her petals.