Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 024: Dama is right

Even in his current condition, Likta was confused, to be happy or distracted by the attention that Tiarnan gave regarding her stomach cramps. Especially now that the man was troublesome to stand in line at the pharmacy to redeem the prescription from the doctor.

For a moment, Likta stared blankly into the distance, but immediately recognized the two teenagers walking towards her. The girl was sitting on a wheelchair while eating bread, while the humorous young man was pushing.

The young woman was shocked because of the actions of both, how not, who was injured and why the girl who was clearly healthy was sitting there. You weird couple, Likta thought.

“Kak Likta?”

“Hai!” greet Likta with a smile, “That's why your hands and feet are the same?” Bandages rubbing the intended limbs.

“Obviously, he loves the Indonesian homeland too much,” Serobot Dama, then reached out his arm back to feed Lucky without looking.

“Dan, you, what pain?” Likta's brows frowned, thinking maybe the sweet girl had a deep wound.

“Ah, this,” sahut Dama a little clumsy, “Habis, Lucky do not want to use his wheelchair, ha-ha-ha, so yaaa ...”

“Can you if you ngeles,” Lucky said while ruffling Dama's hair. “Says I'm too heavy, nih, Kak.”

Lucky sat himself in the waiting chair. “Kak Likta herself?”

“Check up.”

“Any sister hurts?” Lucky turned his head as fast as lightning, the young man's eyes scrutinized from toe to crown of Likta.

“Check content,” Flawed Likta, maternal instincts encourage her to hold the stomach.

“Oh~” both already like a choir at graduation. And, “Content?” exclaim compact once again.

“Silent sister like pregnant women.” Dama voiced the heart. “Whose name?”

Both Dama and Lucky are left-right, their faces look funny when anxious.

“Same husband, tuh, again in line.” Point Likta, as if inwardly bound Tiarnan turned his head. The man's eyebrows were intertwined, looking unfriendly at all.

Lucky called, as if he could find something in Tiarnan. Both of them had thick eyebrows and were as black as charcoal, his eyes were just as sharp. There is a significant similarity, it is appropriate that the first time I met Likta felt deja'vu.

“Include, this is Lucky and Dama,” said Likta, as soon as Tiarnan approached.

Dama first extended a hand. “Dama.”

“Tiarnan.”

Lucky stands when receiving a helping hand, a little hissing when feeling pain in the leg when moving spontaneously. “Lucky.” Instead of sitting back, he chose to stand behind the Dama wheelchair.

“For a while, it looks like I've seen Brother, deh.” Dama seemed to think while tapping her index finger to the lips. “Uh, yes, millionaire boy! That same budding narcissistic model, right?”

Tiarnan's forehead shriveled deeper, daring to call him a boy, when clearly both Likta acquaintances who had age far below him.

The sweet girl observed Likta, almost certain that the one in plain sight was not the famous model. “Means Kak Likta—” Lucky's palm smothers Dama's mouth, until his eyes are rounded.

“Hai, Lucky, release!” exclamation Likta. He grabbed the young man's fingers so as not to make his friend out of breath. “Dama's right,” he said, slowly, the heat on his body rose to the cheek until met red. Shame half to death because the reputation that is held is now very bad.

“Sorry, Brother, I don't mean—” Dama stared sadly at Lucky, hoping to get help.

“Kak Likta, please do not put to heart, yes, this one girl sometimes just if you say,” Lucky bright while reaching for Likta's fingers, ignoring her husband's fierce gaze.

“You should not interfere in the affairs of others, because the impact is not good for the concerned.” Tiarnan stressed that he forced Lucky's hand from his wife's fingers. “It is better to finish your business, just assume never to meet.”

Likta who had been bowed, looked towards Tiarnan. She argued the husband's remarks were too cold and harsh on the two teenagers who had helped her. “How can I do that, I'm fine, really, does not affect—” at all

“You forgot what Riza said? I don't want anything to happen to our child because you are too stressed,” said Tiarnan condition of anxiety.

“Thank you, but that can't be an excuse to be unkind to someone, right?”

Tiarnan supports one hand to the waist. “Well if you want so.” He passed from there.

Likta stared at Tiarnan's broad back that was getting away, breath held for a while before blowing slowly. “Please forgive my husband's attitude.”

“It is precisely we who apologize, Brother,” said Lucky, then patted Dama's shoulder.

“I'm wrong, Brother, should be better at keeping up the saying,” regret the sweet girl. “Don't think too much of ya, Brother, my words were.”

“He'eh, yaudah I first, yes. Hope you get well soon, Lucky.” Likta rushed after Tiarnan before being left behind and ended up on foot, actually no problem. If you get lost just ask in the search system via mobile phone.

However, it was certainly not pleasant, Likta took the same path as the time of coming earlier. She stepped lightly like a normal woman with no baby in the stomach, like a teenage girl delivering relatives to a health facility.

If observed carefully, either the younger Likta, or the teenagers of today are wasteful. From the posture and face, obviously some people think she is a teenage girl. Plain, innocent, and every action so natural. A real example today, she wears a body-fitting pregnant dress, in which confirms her still-curled hips. With long hair braided loosely over the shoulders.

As she exited the lobby, Likta scanned every corner of the parking lot. He was stunned for a moment in his place. Trying to recognize the figure who has not long been a husband is sitting with women.

From a distance Likta could see Tiarnan's stern jaw, his eyes looking straight ahead. Ignoring the woman who was currently holding tightly onto her shoulder.

The distance that was stretched disguised the conversation of the two, Likta was just waiting. Observing from afar the interaction of the husband and woman, curiosity undermines the mind. Should he approach them? It's strange, since when did he incarnate personally impatient? And, as he remembered, waiting wasn't as boring as this.

For a moment, Likta rubbed her eyes, perhaps she started hallucinating, how could the person seen today resemble the Tiarnan of all. Something must be wrong with his brain.

“Come, dong, think realistic!” the commandment of Likta, more to yourself. His legs began to ache from the moment he stood up, he needed a chair to sit or his legs would tingle. “Well, that's it!” Exclaim while walking to a dark green painted garden chair.

Likta seemed to straighten her back as she watched the woman's slender hand force her to look at her face. However, instead of following, it threw a glance towards the wife.

“Loh, Ma'am Likta, kok, sit here?” ask Mr. Muhin who is out of nowhere.

“Waitu Mas Tiarnan, Sir,” replied Likta, saw the driver at a glance, then returned to the initial object—Tiarnan. “Oiya, Mr Muh know, who is that woman?”

The father-in-law's personal driver followed Likta's gaze and was immediately stunned.