Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 021: Waiting

Likta exhaled deeply, trying to understand Murti's words. According to the confessions of the housekeeper a moment ago, Tiarnan like hiding the cause of death Tanya. Even before the father could see, his sister's body had been buried. Dan, the question is why? Should he know, even if his parents were not told?

While chatting, without feeling a bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of milk almost gone, Likta asked Murti to help her finish the fruits. He had not had a taste for food since the confrontation with Tiarnan.

Until the last mouthful, someone called out. “Bi Mur!”

The two people who were in the gazebo turned their heads, the middle-aged woman immediately stood up. “Ya, Nov.” Put the bowl and glass that Likta grasped onto the tray.

“Our task is not just to take care of new members,” said Nov sewot. He folded his right arm in front of his abdomen with his left elbow resting while playing the fingernails of the hand.

Likta smiled knots in response to the younger housekeeper's cynical glances, frankly unsavory for interrupting Murti's work time, until Nov had to bother coming here. “Sorry, Mbak—Nov, right?” He tried to confirm the name of the housekeeper. “Overnight we have not had time to acquaintance about.” The impression, while reaching out said, “I, Likta.”

Nov's eyebrows twitched as he observed the young woman's helping hand, then hesitated when she linked the palm. “Novreen.” His voice was no less gamang, when he introduced himself. He was momentarily stunned, almost unable to believe that Tiarnan's wife had been exposed to the sun before, because she had such smooth and pale skin.

After long conscious shaking hands, Nov took off his grip. “Bi Murti, come!” Passed by without waiting for the middle-aged woman.

“Aibi stay in first yes,” saying Murti, do not forget to bring along the tray when moving. “Oiya, earlier Mas Tiarnan advised Mbak Likta to get ready immediately.”

“Iya, Bi, thank you,” said Likta, no longer calling her 'mother' because the middle-aged woman was presumably used to the greeting 'auntie'.

Because Murti did not follow, Nov said again, “We have an important guest.”

“Amportant guests?”

Nov stop and turn right. “Iya, it again meet Mas Tiarnan in room.”

Likta's turning eyes blinked quickly, surprised to hear the chatter of the two housekeepers, what kind of important guests were given access to the host room. What are Tiarnan's relatives?

“Mbak Juana?” chirped Murti, he did not notice the look of a tense face behind him.

Likta strained the saliva with great difficulty, there were a lot of women around Tiarnan. And, how special it is to be allowed to meet her husband in such a private place. A variety of negative assumptions swirled around in the mind now.

Juana who? What is Tiarnan's lover? Then, what about Violacea, didn't it have planned an engagement? Likta's chest felt so strong, her heart was so bitter. He was well aware that without a baby, Tiarnan could not afford to marry him, but still the pain whipped when the husband was close to another woman.

The atmosphere of the morning was calm and warm, but it did not calm Likta thought. His feeling was so agitated, he felt something bad was waiting. Maybe worse than the problem now, his stomach suddenly feels pain.

“All will be fine, calm okay.” More like self-admonition, but far at the bottom of the heart, Likta still cannot accept the harsh reality that befalls. He was truly ashamed that his disgrace would be known to many. Of course, as much as anything storing a carcass will someday smell too.

Farida's shadow flashed at a glance, Likta looked up, staring at the white clouds that were fluttering in the wind in the blue sky. However, the sight blurred over time. Her tears were shed, rushing through her temples. “Tante forgive Likta who can't take care of herself.”

Likta looked down deeply, both palms closed face. I could no longer hold back her crying. That frail shoulder was shaking, he was as clumsy. Why far from the treatment of both uncle and father— does not teach anything about the importance of self-respect, it could-can he easily fall into the pit of humiliation.

The self-defense that had been built up over the years was destroyed in just a matter of days, the influence that Tiarnan had on him was so great. Though no man can touch the feelings of Likta, remember the time of the child of the owner where he worked.

“Hai.”

“Hai,” sahut Likta while cleaning the table.

“Out eat, yuk.”

“Sorry, I ha—”

“Reason again?” cut Arfid, “Why, anyway, you always keep your distance from me?”

Likta's hand movements instantly stopped for two seconds. “I have no reason, and regarding keep the distance, it's just your feeling aja.”

“OK, suppose only my feelings, so now take a moment to have dinner together,” urged Arfid.

“I can't, sorry. Maybe next time.”

“Well, this is what makes me sure that you deliberately stayed away from me.”

Likta did not pierce, and then grabbed a tote bag on the table.

“Likta I've liked you for a long time.”

Arfid's confession succeeded in stopping Likta's move at that moment. And, a statement like the one heard just now is not the first time. More than a dozen men hoped to be her lover, but the more pursued she shut herself down. You don't have to answer now, Likta, as Arfid later said.

“Meong,” exclaims Justice, after putting something on your lap and pulling Likta from past memories.

Slowly both of Likta's palms opened, she wiped the tears on her cheeks. The petals still feel hot and thick.

“Hai, Justice,” greet Likta in a raucous voice, while tickling under the cat's chin. He had not realized that the kingpin Justice had brought him a hunting gift.

“Meong.” Justice's front legs were cramping, wanting to hint Likta to look down.

“What's up?” Finally, the woman berparas ayu it obey the request of the cat. Eyes narrow after crying open wider. “Jeez, where did this pedicab come from, hemm?”

Justice's round head looked down, looking adorable as she blinked her eyes. While shuddering Likta pinned the slithering animal's tail, it was fortunate that the cat did not show off the live and valuable hunting results as a form of gift.

“Come, Justice.” Likta carried the fluffy creature, while stepping into the house. “Magic once, although fat apparently you are quite agile, but do not repeat again, yes. I'll buy you a play. Eem, has Tanya given you a lot of gifts?”

Justice turned around for a moment, then closed in. His long tail moved slowly. Sometimes the cat's right ear shakes.

Likta had arrived at the end of the ground-floor staircase, she was speechless, considering going up and interrupting Tiarnan's meeting or waiting until her guest came home.