Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 025: Substitute Mother

After checking the contents, Tiarnan immediately delivered Likta to the house. As usual, the man did not say what time he would be home. Even this time do not bother to get out of the car to deliver.

Likta walked into the mansion alone, taking a short step while contemplating the meeting with the lady in the hospital garden. The change in the look of the husband's face is not much visible, but his eyes seem more moody than usual.

“Mbak Likta is home,” greet Murti who happened to pass.

“He'eh. Oiya Bi—where is Justice?”

“Maybe hanging around in the back, again grinning the girl next door,” Murti bright, accompanied by amused screech.

“Bi Mur is-anya,” reply Likta, about to splash to the top floor.

“If bored, Mbak Likta can read in the library room,” said Murti who seemed to understand the feeling of Likta. “Or Mbak Likta want lunch first?”

“Bby.”

“What about the results of the examination? Girl or boy?” The housekeeper grabs Likta's arm, guiding the wife of his master's son towards the place in question.

“She bumps, Bi, the rest is good.”

“Alhamdulillah, was Mas Tiarnan phone.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Mbak Likta don't know? Kirain aunty, it was fitting Mas Tiarnan's phone with Mbak Likta again equally.”

Likta shook her head as a rebuttal.

“Mas Tiarnan said Mbak Likta can not be much thought,” explained Murti.

The smile riveted, a little flattered at Tiarnan's attention, though aware it was a form of care given because he contained his lineage. What can Likta expect? More than that, just a dream in broad daylight. Like the word wants to take the moon hand does not arrive.

“Mbak Likta!”

“Ya?“

“Wait in the dining room only, let aunt get me.”

“I ate in the kitchen only, Bi.”

Murti smiled wryly, then pulled the chair for Likta. “Did Mbak Likta want something for lunch?”

“Can you eat instant noodles?”

Likta's desire made the middle-aged woman scratch her head. “Waduh, aunty less know. If you can do not.”

“That's yes, Bi?” Likta saw Murti nod.

“Or want aunty-made noodles?”

“Iya, mau.” Likta's face shone again.

With Murti's well-trained movements preparing everything, he always provided wet noodles for the basic ingredients of a typical chicken noodle mang-mang wheelbarrow. However, the matter of taste and hygiene need not be doubted, five-star class.

After waiting a little while, finally the noodles made by Murti so too. The aroma of spices that come out is so tempting to the tongue.

“Heeemm, sedap,” exclaim Likta with eyes closed for a while.

“Please try.” Murti was in the style of a cookery participant on one of the television stations, as if nervous waiting for the jury's judgment.

Likta's plump fingers graciously apply a spoon to the lips, then sip a yellowish-spiced broth. Once again the eyes turn close, so enjoy the food presented beautiful. “Oh, geez incantation unequaled,” he said along with opening his eyes. Satisfaction with the results of the concoction of the housekeeper emanated.

“Thank God according to Mbak Likta's taste.”

“Of course, as nice as this. No one can deny it,” I Likta while inserting a full mouthful of chicken noodles.

“Mbak—aduh, almost wrong call. Ah, there's no one here.” Laughing Murti said, “Mbak Violacea once spewed out its noodles. He said cheap.”

Likta's little lips pouted briefly. “Really? Maybe he was not feeling well again at that time, so the delicious taste is disguised with bitter.”

“Maybe, ha-ha-ha, but I don't care too, because most importantly the family like,” timpal Murti while having a dream.

In an instant a bowl of chicken noodles moved into the pregnant woman's stomach, while closing Likta's mouth in a soft sigh. “Aalhamdulillah's. Thank you, Bi.”

“Sama-sama,” reply Murti, “Loh, Mbak Likta have put it so that aunt washes.”

“Nothing, Bi. After cooking this series must be Bi Mur tired.”

“Let's aunt diomelin Mas Tiarnan,” said Murti, but rarely his employers angry.

While talking about many things, the two women had already arrived at the double-door-leafed room. Apparently the library was next to his father-in-law's study.

“Well, Ma'am Likta can choose some books, Bi Mur ready for snack.”

“Thank you.”

For the rest of the day Likta spent reading in the library, a bowl of fruit and a glass of mineral water as a snack.

Likta chose a book containing knowledge about the health of pregnant women.

While piercing an apple, the door behind Likta opened. “Mbak Likta, called Mr. Frits.”

“Hemm?” Between believing and not, Likta tried to digest Murti's speech. Put the fork in the bowl before bringing the fruit to the mouth.

“She waits in the workspace,” clear Murti without being asked.

“Ya, I'll be there soon, thanks.”

In a matter of three seconds Likta managed to stand up from her seat quietly, stepping unhurriedly towards the working room of the in-laws. Hela breath sounded heavy, for the sake of politeness, she knocked on the door first.

“Come in!” The voice of the command sounded raspy typical of middle-aged men.

Nervously Likta grasped the door handle, then pushed slowly until it was partially open. He could see Tiarnan's father searching a document. “Bapak called me?”

“Ya, sit!”

Despite the low intonation, for Likta the words of the command made her shudder. I don't know, now he was so expecting the presence of Tiarnan. He really needs extra support.

“So morning Violacea came here, did you know?”

“Yes, we met and chat for a long time.”

“How much did you know until you spent time chatting with him? I hope nothing happened then other than chatting.”

Likta's spine stiffened, she licked her fingers anxiously, cold sweat started to moisturize her palms at a time like this. Where is definitely the direction of the speaker of Tiarnan's father.

“What happened?” With Likta's daze parroting, there was indeed a small incident. However, he had no intention of opening it.

“Ada?” reprimand Frits, now the middle-aged man stopped his activities and saw Likta standing at his feet. “Don't just stay there, I don't want to make you tired.”

Likta realized she had ignored her husband's father's first orders. With heavy strides he sat in one of the front seats of the worktable.

“What do you think, isn't Violacea a sweet girl? He must be nice to you even though he doesn't know each other very well.”

“Oh, yes, Violacea very good girl.”

“You know, Likta—dia was so generous that she proposed having a three-monthly event for you.”

Likta's eyelids blinked, the more guilt felt that it had destroyed the happiness of the famous model. Even things regarding what to do while pregnant were unthinkable to her.

Perhaps because of realizing Likta's musings, Frits said, “Don't think too much about the process, everything has been arranged Violacea. Make yourself comfortable, that's what he's trying to tell me.”

“Ya—ya,” Reply Likta nervously.

“I personally admire the kindness of my son-in-law's candidate—” Frits silence three seconds while resuscitating his back to the work chair. “Ya, not infrequently good treatment reciprocated otherwise.”

Likta's hunch said something wasn't right with her in-laws. However, he had a hard time understanding exactly what it was and was at a loss to respond to this wordplay how.

“I hope after this you can be nice to Violacea.”

Likta's turning eyes flickered quickly, her in-laws' words now sounded like a stern warning instead of an educational connotation request.

“Of course,” replied Likta, while looking down deep.

“And, Likta, after my granddaughter was born, Violacea was willing to be her surrogate mother.”

Likta's turning eyes grew slightly wider, and at the same time his fingers went to the stomach. surrogate mother? Did Tiarnan tell his marital status to his papa? Not surprisingly, Tiarnan clearly expects the letter of agreement to be real, but other matters for children's affairs. She and her papa could not so easily replace my right as a mother to others, her mind sliced.

“Well, now you can come out,” said Frits, pointing at the door with a right hand spread.

Likta clenched her hands, as much as possible holding back the anger that was about to explode. “Ya, excuse me, Mr,” said.

“Close back the door.”

Likta looked over the shoulder at a glance, then nodded firmly and grabbed the doorknob. As much as possible he closed without making a sound.

“Hufft.” Likta let out a dramatic sigh, her chest still ached as a result of the father-in-law's words.