Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 022: She is, right, your wife

From the top, the sound of the door being slammed sounded powerful enough that Likta tiptoed, even Justice who had been sleeping had awakened. The cat squirmed, his ears constantly moving signs of uneasiness.

“Do you think this is a bad sign, Justice?” Likta said as he rubbed the hairy creature's head, before he jumped down from the sling.

The knock of the footwear on the floor sounded fast, Likta's heartbeat was in tune with that movement. Continuing to climb the stairs although slow, until his eyes met a beautiful woman as high as a flagpole, he was too exaggerated because his own height only reached the shoulders of the model. According to his estimation the body was up to that range of one hundred and seventy more.

The two met face to face on the second floor, the gaze of Violacea like a long knife stabbed the shoulder blade into the heart.

Likta did not move a single inch, her palms were cold, she clenched tightly. The breath is blocked when watching the red, teary eyes of Violacea. The famous model was out crying, there might be a great quarrel with Tiarnan. And, all because of it, Likta felt very guilty.

“New helpers here?” After asking so Violacea's eyes narrowed, judging Likta's appearance. Undeniably, the tiny woman in front of him did not look like a housekeeper. It looked innocent without makeup, but there was one thing that shone from within the wife of Tiarnan.

Likta squeezed his own fingers, confused as to what to answer. “Au—”

Violacea looked up briefly. “Wait, wait, don't tell me you're that woman, the one who has taken my fiancee! You really did that, huh?”

Likta's swollen eyes started red again, her throat was sore swallowing the bitterness of Violacea accusations. Clear water was already blocked at the corner of the net, his lips quivered as he said, “I'm sorry I mean I don't mean that, let alone to make your relationship become like this.—

“I don't need your apology, now try you in my position? The engagement is going on and at the same time someone comes and claims to be pregnant, what are you going to do, huh? You have humiliated me too!”

Likta's tears shed as she looked down, her cheeks and nose were red. Everything Violacea said just now was true, no one wanted her happy day to fall apart. He should not be selfish and—what? Letting your child grow up without a father? Like yourself! The voice in his heart was shrieking.

“Say! Don't just shut up! How come there's a woman as bad as you?” scorn Violacea, “If you look around, you don't seem to be pregnant. Are you lying?”

Violacea slurs make Likta look up, “I checked the content three months ago, and the result is positive.”

In her haughty style, Violacea circled around Likta trying to intimidate, cornering the pregnant woman to the second floor barrier. He snorted as he said, “Oke, but, can you guarantee it's Tiarnan's son? If you so easily get into the bed of my future husband, most likely after crawling into the bed of another man, right? And, honestly you need a rich man to depend on! Or intentionally seek fame?”

So many blasphemies were hurled that the senses of the Likta listener captured only the final sentence, where perhaps he sought popularity in such a despicable way as now. Suppose time could be replayed, he did not go too far and was reckless. “Truth?”

“Not to act pilon, huh! Obviously you know that Tiarnan and I are not ordinary people, surely the media covers all our activities. After taking what I have, your life is better isn't it? No need to be tired of work. Isn't this your goal from the beginning to approach my future husband?”

“At least I have no intention as you accuse.” Likta was stunned, to hold on to the second floor restriction. His stomach again felt pain, with trembling hands he rubbed gently. It was as if trying to calm the tiny figure inhabiting the womb. “Me and her just—”

“Likta!” shouted Tiarnan, the look on his face was no less tense. The man stared at Likta's pale fingers lightly sweeping away the belly that was beginning to look a little distended. “Log in and get ready soon.”

“Ta—”

Violacea turned her head for a while before passing by stowing away anger, her high-limbed footwear hitting the floor quickly and firmly.

As the top model left, Likta walked towards Tiarnan. Although it was difficult, he expressed his opinion. “I think we can fix this, because I don't want to be a barrier to your love.”

“Stop babbling is not clear, we are too late for an appointment with the obstetrician, I wait downstairs,” concluded Tiarnan then stepped towards the stairs. He secretly thought about Likta's words about love, so far he was married or received an engagement with Violacea without being based on mutual love.

Indeed the initial concept was just for the sake of getting offspring and unfortunately was obtained from the woman he most wanted to destroy. However, now that it was all painful for Tiarnan, there was more to it than just avenging Tanya.

While walking down the stairs, Murti approached. “Mas Tiarnan, called Mr. He's in the workspace.”

“Ya,” says Tiarnan, then ask, “What is Violacea with Papa?”

“Iya.”

The jaws of Tiarnan are hardened, not exhausted with the persistence of Violacea. It turned out that the woman completely ignored his words, recklessly complaining about the problem to the father.

Before entering, Tiarnan knocked on the door. “Papa called me?”

“Hemmm, come in.”

Tiarnan's head poked out from behind the door, he could see Violacea sitting in front of his father's desk. Regret instantly came over and he exhaled a rough breath.

“Why are you being rude to Cea?” ask Frits without further ado.

“How are you?” Tiarnan chose to sit on the sofa near the bookcase.

“Do you need to repeat your words that lead to crime? And, one more, how could Likta you let hurt Cea?” Frits slightly increase intonation.

“He was outrageous, Pa,” replied Tiarnan emotionlessly, he looked at the beautiful woman who was sitting cross-legged indifferently, as if nothing had happened. “What does Papa mean by Likta hurting Violacea?”

“You see for yourself left arm Cea,” orders Frits grimly.

How can Cea get the wound, inner Tiarnan, his thick eyebrows almost met when he looked at the five-centimeter-long beret. “This must be a misunderstanding, Pa. Where is it possible Likta acted that harshly.”

“She, right, your wife.you should be able to educate Likta to be kind to Cea.” Frits' words were more like absolute orders.