Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 002: This Is Not a Synetron or a Novel Story

"Om Frits, where's Tiarnan?" violacea asked her future father-in-law. "The show will start soon." The top model pursed her lips when she did not find the existence of her future husband. Indeed, from the beginning, he knew Tiarnan refused this engagement, reluctant to make a commitment. However, because of the insistence of parents just accept.

"So saying goodbye to the toilet, soon to come too,” replied Frits, then sip a little clear yellow liquid.

The flash of camera lights of some of the media crew dazzled the eyes as a tall man walked leisurely towards the center of the room. He is a successful producer Dave who has produced millions of world-class films, and is also the owner of a renowned modeling agency.

Roman face Violacea looks tense, nervous as if running through bone marrow. He gave a stiff smile, his tongue was twisted.

“How are you, Mr Frits?” Dave shook the middle-aged man's hand.

Frits palms clasped steadily, while his other hand constantly patted Dave's shoulder. “Fine good, please enjoy the show, sorry, I stay first.” Then I approached one of the guests.

"Darling, why ignore my phone?" Dave whispered in Violacea's ear after the middle-aged man's departure, then took a step back. "You think you can run away from me?" She herself knew that after marrying Tiarnan—Violacea no longer needed to be a model. It no longer needs itself, like the word out sweet as banished.

"Indeed, soon my labor contract is up," Violacea asserted as she glanced around, afraid in case anyone heard.

Dave's smile was tilted, there were many ways to put the bird in the cage. “Try it, and don't blame me if our romance record becomes the hottest gossip of all time!”

“Who believes, it is only edits,” denies Violacea, despite the terror crashing, he does not deny their closeness that is far from mediocre. For the sake of reaching the peak of his career, Violacea was willing to risk everything.

“We'll see, honey, sooner or later you'll come back to me.” Dave picked up a glass from a tray of waiters who had just passed by. “Wait until money speaks.”

“That's richer than you, Dave!” Violacea was about to leave after lashing out, but with a quick movement Dave managed to grip his arm. The man's warm palm brushed rome's fur. “Detach, many cameras here.”

Dave took off his grip as soon as he saw the manager of Violacea walking hastily, he left. Sneaking among the guests.

"Violacea, some journalists want to meet," said Arysha, the manager and best friend of Violacea. His breath seemed to be dashed due to the rush, the sweat wetting his forehead. The face looked slightly red, harboring something wrong.

"What else? Tiffany, dong, Ar. I don't want to be disturbed first. Later I also met them with Tiarnan," said Violacea as she scanned the entire room, but among the guests there was no figure to look for. “I'm again males, why also follow all want them. Kan, I'm the artist.”

“This essential—”

“Yes, this event is important, if they are impatient yes have told you to go home,” cut Violacea, he is currently dizzy thinking about Dave's threat, now plus whining reporters who want to interview.

“Sucks! Be nice, Violacea, or do you want a netizen? And, this issue about Tiarnan, dia—” Not yet completed explained, Arysha in the serobot one of the reporters.

“Sister Violacea, is it true that the engagement of Sister was cancelled?”

“Hah?” Violacea's blushing face was deathly pale, what kind of question was this? Has Dave gone any further? He turned his head quickly to the left, Dave reviewed a knotty smile as he raised the glass toast. An expletive was entrenched in his heart, why it became this complicated.

“Did Dave say something to the reporters back then?” Violacea also played down the sound, because a crowd of media crews began to arrive.

“Dave? What's connection?” Arysha's eyebrows are shrinking. “There are women who claim to be pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Violacea involuntarily spoke loudly, startled.

“So it is true, Brother Violacea, that the engagement is off because the woman is pregnant with the child of Tiarnan?” hit one of the reporters. “What, Brother Violacea, have you known before?”

“Sorry, yes, friends, it seems like this is a misunderstanding. Where could Tiarnan impregnate someone? Surely that woman is too obsessed with Tiarnan, this is a trap. So first, yes, we will clarify, excuse me.” Together with Arysha, Violacea shies away from the spotlight of the camera, penetrating the crowd of people who want to know the truth.

“Where is Tiarnan?” Violacea's stomach feels wrapped around, nausea is not bad, his head was throbbing like a balloon that soon broke.

“I don't know.”

Bak disappeared in the swallow of the earth, no one knew where Tiarnan was. Separate from chaos, incarnate invisible creatures. Blending in darkness, anxiety, and self-disappointment. Even the woman who was currently with him, was silent in the corner of the sofa.

Tiarnan was pondering, staring intently into the distance. However, not really seeing the sunset panorama that refracted the reddish-yellow light, two wild birds flew across the clouds, swooping sharply as if to challenge the waves that were winding against the reef. The moment Tanya liked most during her life.

It was really bitter to recall the memories of Tanya, it shouldn't have gone this fast. For a moment Tiarnan closed his eyelids, may his little sister be calm there. Oh, mercy. Dare to ask so, while Tanya's revenge has not been avenged. Even aggravated by Tiarnan's recklessness, spending the night with a woman who should have been made miserable. And, strangely enough, this very second, he wanted to re-sink the experience. Feel the fresh scent of Likta, when mutually intensify the embrace.

Tiarnan turned around, staring fixedly at Likta's grim face. He could still vividly remember all the memories with him, lucky that the hotel room that both used was not burned by the romance at that time.

“Sorry, I shouldn't be here,” said Likta softly, he looked up at Tiarnan. Brave to start a conversation. “Before leaving my friend has prepared a return ticket as well, so you do not need to worry—”

“Not to worry, you say? After the chaos.” Tiarnan shook his head, then dodged Likta's soft eyes, spinning rapidly towards the shore. He could not resist the allure of the woman, day and night looming without knowing when to disappear. “Is this just a skit?”

“What am I doing for a show? There is no luck.” Likta's conscience was so pierced by the sharp accusation of Tiarnan. “Your judgment of me is very bad, if your brother is treated like this how? Think about!”

“She's no longer in this world and it's because—” Not now, not yet time Likta knows why to get caught in a scandal with her, Tiarnan rubbed a rough face.

“I'm sorry, sorry to mention that. ” Likta's words sound sincere. “Now what can I do? Does clarifying everything through social media help?”

“Slowly, all has happened, Honorable woman Violacea, she is certainly disappointed.” Tiarnan was silent after saying so, meditating for half an hour until he found a bright spot. “We are married, but—make a black agreement on white.”

“This is not a soap opera or a novel story, I don't want!”

“Hardness, it's up to you to get pregnant without a husband and child born without a father.” Tiarnan moved out of the room.