Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 019: Since When?

The sudden action of Tiarnan made Likta surprised and slow to think, she only felt the heart that was scratched as sharp as an indiscriminate speech when the husband's assessment of her infiltrated the sense of hearing.

That's not true! Likta tried to resist the emotion of resentment so as not to explode, she almost gave a scathing word to Tiarnan. However, instantly shrinking as she saw the muscles in her husband's jaw tighten, the man intended to show anger, but despite his stern expression, Likta could feel intense attention in both of her husband's eyeballs.

Behind the glare of his sharp eyes was stored a sense of worry, Tiarnan exhaled heavily. His big fingers are still on Likta's hips. Millions of nerve endings get an evasive sting in each vein, as if to damage the self-protection system. However, he managed to recover and harden again. The two men's hands now clutched the edges of the table, locking his wife with their arms.

Still looking at each other, both Likta's eyes blinked quickly, while Tiarnan's iris moved. Like looking for something in the face of his wife, which might be able to relieve doubt.

“You tortured me so much, Likta,” muttered Tiarnan, his gaze felt freezing. Without hesitation, he revealed what he was thinking. “Truly we shouldn't be in this situation. I never planned a relationship this serious, it didn't happen. If only that woman wasn't you. If all had not happened ...”

If all that hadn't happened? Like I'm not pregnant, how free is your life, right? If only that woman wasn't me but Violence, surely you'd be very, very happy right? Likta's bitter voice resounded in the depths of the heart that was difficult to stick out to the surface.

Likta which is usually not easily offended suddenly melancholy, shed tears even without sound. He pushed one of Tiarnan's arms, immediately rising from his lap, about to come out of the room in search of tranquility. His identity must be retracted before he actually leaves, he must not open his heart to any man.

However, before Likta had to emphasize one thing, Tiarnan should not be constantly rude because he felt threatened by his presence.

Likta clenched his lips tightly until it created a thin line. She turned her back on Tiarnan, not intending to show a disappointed expression to her husband. No one could see how fragile he was right now. “Do not worry. I do not intend to tempt you, even if in this world you are the only man, I will not allow myself to approach you. And, I very much understand what is written in the pre-wedding agreement.”

Although his feet were numb, with heavy steps, Likta struggled towards the exit. He did not want to look intimidated by Tiarnan's cynical speech and cold gaze.

Likta straightened her shoulders as she went down the stairs, catching a glimpse of her self-reflecting through the glass wall. Either feel proud or sorry because the stomach is still flat. There is a slender figure whose height is not up to 155 centimeters, the look of his face is so grim without makeup, even black hair after waking up looks messy in the original loop. Where can he rival women in the class of Violacea who often in and out of magazines and television stations.

“Loh, Mbak Likta is not ready?” murti asked who happened to go up to the second floor.

Likta. “You're looking for fresh air, Mom. Want to sunbathe for a while in the park.”

“Kata Mas Tiarnan last night, Mbak Likta used to eat fruit in the morning, this was forgetfulness so now aunty hurriedly returned to the top,” Murti explained without being asked.

Likta shakes his head, since when did Tiarnan know his rare habit? He saw a tray containing a bowl of fruit immediately and a glass of milk. “Thank you, Mom. Please put it in your room first.”

Murti nodded and continued his steps. The sound of the steps of the housekeeper gradually moved away and Likta again climbed one by one the stairs to the ground floor.

Last night while aloof, Likta had observed the vast garden of the Frits residence through a window. So deciding to calm down there, she sat down in a gazebo. Around the right-left of the bougainvillea flowers flourish colourfully. There is a fountain where wild birds bathe, radiate high and then fall into a pond that is not so wide.

From behind the bushes the fat cat poked, and in a flash Likta's pouting lips commented a smile. “Justice, here.”

The cat meowed spoiled, wrapped around Likta's legs. “Sini, here.” Immediately the five-kilo hairy body was carefully lifted, then put to sleep on the lap. “Are you not lonely in a house this big?”

Delicious snoring is heard, it turns out the cat's eyes have closed, white mustache rarely move occasionally. Justice wagged her tail lazily. “I'm happy to have you, Justice.”

Like understanding Likta's words, Justice stretched her body, stood up straight by licking one leg and rubbing her eyes. His tiny red tongue soaked his nose, then looked up just under Likta's eyes. “You hungry? How can you be this heavy as Justice?”

Justice tried to climb Likta's shoulder, both of her front legs managed to reach the shoulder, her head was cramped under the chin. “Ah, thank you Justice.”

Often interact with various types of animals Likta easily recognize their movements, especially a cat. Justice blinked her eyes slowly as if intending to show affection, she wanted to tell Likta that she was currently at ease.

“Mbak Likta!”

“What's up, Mom?”

“This Mas Tiarnan asked me to deliver the fruit to Mbak Likta,” explained Murti while putting the tray.

“I'm no taste, Bu.”

“Loh, really, so?” ask Murti. He took the cat from Likta's sling. “Wah, rarely this bulging same new person.”

“Thank God not the same as you have, Mom,” chirps Likta, because the face of the jutek Tiarnan suddenly flashed.

Murti's face turned grim. “Honey the owner is dead.”

“Sorry, I think Justice has Mas Tiarnan.” Likta looked down sad with short pursed lips.

The cat jumped out of his lap. Slow walking due to excess weight. Even with Murti who directs the foot towards the can under the water faucet. He filled about half of it, then took it near Likta.

“Justice belongs to Mbak Tanya,” Murti explained.

“Tanya?”

“Adik Mas Tiarnan, I think as long as Mbak Likta.”

Likta wanted to ask about Tanya, but did not know where to start.

“Please, Sister Likta wash your hands first, so you can eat the fruit immediately.”

“Let's go, Bu.”

A cursory fear was seen on Murti's face, the middle-aged woman finally said, “Mbak Likta must eat it, or I will be fired.”

“Dipecat?”

“Yes, please eat yes, Ms. Likta. Mas Tiarnan was angry when I put this fruit and milk in the room. He is always firm when it comes to the kindness of those closest to him. In the past, Mbak Tanya did not want to eat as well, Mas Tiarnan's attitude was like this.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Ya, as a form of attention. Sometimes even Mas Tiarnan himself who feeds Mbak Tanya if it is in Indonesia.”

“They don't meet every day?”

Murti. “Mas Tiarnan's been living abroad. Most home if Mbak Tanya kangen. Otherwise his little brother who follows to Sweden.”

“Sorry, how can Tanya die?” tanya Likta hesitated.