Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 020: Be Mature

From a distance, a luxury car sped towards the front porch of the main door of the Frits residence. The rider apparently did not heed the two people sitting in the garden gazebo, not paying attention to the person being searched looking in the hug of the eye.

“You are not tired what Cea, yesterday from out of town, uh today directly come here?” ask Arysha.

“Perhaps now Om Frits know where Tiarnan is,” replied Violacea, “You know the term, many roads lead to Rome? This is what I'm working on.”

“In vain, effort that is impossible to achieve,” stressed Arysha, while removing something from the bag. “After this I scheduled you to psychiatrist.” Continuing somewhat irritated, he was affectionate towards Violacea, but the ones he cared about were always complicating themselves. Maybe because too often pampered parents, so that his best friend is always doing as he pleases. Throw away any means to get what you want, even if you have to sacrifice the happiness of others.

“Ha-ha, not funny, Ar!” beaver Violacea, “You tag along or wait here?”

“Go alone,” said Arysha then install handsfree, lazy just in case you hear Violacea nagging.

“Town, deh.” Slender shoulder Violacea pedaling. Because his man yesterday did not find the whereabouts of Tiarnan and Likta, he decided to visit Frits' house. Yeah, try your luck, how do you know there's a bright spot.

Violacea stepped firmly onto the porch steps, she pressed the button for one of the housekeepers to open the door.

“Eh, there is Kak Viola,” greet Nov, smile as young as the best when knowing his idol who visited. “Ask a photo, dong.”

“Later, yes, after I finish business.” Violacea turned the eyeballs without the housekeeper's knowledge. “Om Frits is there?”

“Yes, Mr is in the workspace,” replied Nov, he walked on the side of Violacea. Braver, as if he had been friends for a long time, Nov poked the model's shoulder.

Violacea is seen raising one eyebrow, Nov's palm swinging the command mark to bring the interlocutor closer to the ear. Then, he gave the information while whispering, “Mas Tiarnan is at home, loh.”

Violacea scowled, she saw seriousness on the face of the housekeeper. “That's right?” Asking the validity of information from Nov, if, yes, most likely his wife is also in this house. Then, the opportunity to teach the lady a lesson was wide open.

“However, Nov lied to Violacea, me, your fan fanatic.” Nov commented on the smile of pride, as if he had revealed a great secret. “Mas Tiarnan is upstairs. First room near stairs, maybe again sa—”

“OK, sip. Thanks.” Without waiting for Nov's speech to finish, Violacea rushed down the stairs. He hurriedly headed towards Tiarnan's room as soon as he knew the man was close out of reach.

“... ma his wife—ya already, not yet finished talking. Duuh, the beauty of Kak Violacea, is much different, tuh, compared to Mas Tiarnan's wife now,” Nov murmured, he who has been idolizing the famous model always gives extra support. To look down on Likta. Forgetting that he had last night judged the appearance of his master's wife so unsightly, natural beauty was more radiated when she smiled. Looks so sincere and young when begging to get a drink.

However, so amazed by the model, Nov stood at the end of the stairs while looking at the elegance of the Violacea movement until it disappeared at the top of the stairs.

The model was already standing in front of the closed door of the room, a little hesitant her fingers grabbed the knob and turned it open. His eyes immediately met with Tiarnan's wide back, the man stood up as he reached out into the closet, his legs wrapped in dark trousers that stood strong looked dominant and powerful. So suitable in a spacious and modern bedroom patterned grayish black.

“Fifteen more minutes we have to leave,” said Tiarnan without turning his head when he heard footsteps approaching.

Violacea immediately hugged Tiarnan's waist tightly from behind, his nose smelling the freshness of the shirtless body. He also felt the warmth of the man's skin that now intersected with his arms. That intense touch could blow her sanity, she wanted to wrap her arms around longer.

“Iya, it's me.” Violacea smiled widely, tracing the plain chest of Tiarnan. “Your expression is like seeing a ghost.”

“What are you doing here?” tiarnan asked, dodging while grabbing his shirt and wearing it.

Violacea exhaled a rough breath, then approached Tiarnan. His finger replaced the movement of the man's hand that was buttoning the shirt.

“How dare you run away on our engagement day,” whispered Violacea.

Tiarnan lowered his head, his eyes pounding against each other with lightning staining the Violacea net, but nothing happened. The blood that flowed the veins did not also fade like when with Likta. Suddenly his conscience is snapped, the shadow of the wife is clearly formed in the mind and he immediately moves away from Violacea.

“About that, I really didn't mean to ruin it. I'm sorry, this shouldn't have happened,” Tiarnan said, feeling guilty for inadvertently hurting the feelings of her father's chosen woman.

“It's not that easy, Tiarnan.” Violacea was very serious about his words. He was intent on taking Tiarnan back. “Did he come after our parents made their decision? You should have realized that Tiarnan, that woman was just using you. It could be that she was pregnant with someone else's child, but deliberately made a confession that it was your child.”

“You know nothing about Likta!” furious Tiarnan, Violacea sarcastic sentence about Likta seemed to stab his heart. Can't accept if someone is vilifying the wife. “Me and her met before papa told her the matchmaking plan. I know him better than you.”

“Alright, if she is a good woman will not have the heart to damage other people's relationships. It's all decided, Tiarnan. From then on I expect to run smoothly until the wedding.”

Tiarnan's eyebrows shriveled, this one model statement is almost the same as the case of Tanya. However, this time, he tried to suppress all the emotions that were raging in the heart. “Violacea, from the beginning I agreed to sprout because of the insistence of parents. Nothing matters between me and you.”

“So, do you think the settings of our two parents are not important?”

“Be an adult, Violacea. I have to account for everything, she has conceived.”

“Why? The woman was no more than a whore*stalker!” violacea Shouts.

“Kamu—” Tiarnan brandishes his index finger in front of the face of Violacea which is flushed red. “Go from here! Never say bad about my wife!”

“Indeed why, it is clear, kok, if si—who? Likta is a poor woman who intends to find a rich man to lean on.”

“Stop that trashy mess of yours! Or your mouth, I'm ripped?” Tiarnan looked on with a sharp eye, anger clearly visible on his flat face.

“Wicked, you don't have the heart of Tiarnan! I'm going to add it to Om Frits.”

“Please! I don't care.”