Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 003: Almost a Blast

Three days ago, Tiarnan left Likta alone in a luxurious bungalow located not far from the Senggigi beach. One or two waiters came to prepare all the needs. Food served at breakfast, lunch, and night is always changing. It all feels so delicious and enjoy. Not only stomach affairs are considered, Tiarnan specifically brought several pieces of clothing designed by famous designers.

“Where?”

“What?” Likta asked back.

“Read, you scribble anything you think is wrong.” Tiarnan put down a blue-colored paper map and it looked so thick, wrapping up sheets of paper inscribed with a series of agreements that were typed very carefully.

“Where to?” tanya Likta was so aware Tiarnan turned around.

“Mandi, want to come?” Tiarnan saw Likta's cheeks blushing after hearing her jail question. And, instantly his heart pumped faster. The fluid flowing in the veins rippled hot, but he convinced himself that this was caused by hatred, not a biological need to be channeled. “I don't like to waste time, so make a decision while I freshen up.”

Without saying a word, Likta took the map on the table and Tiarnan went to the bathroom. As soon as the man left, he leaned back. Inhaling a lot of oxygen to moisturize the lungs. Tiarnan's offer just made him cramped, almost asking for an artificial breath.

The contents of the covenant were nothing wrong, all profitable for Likta. However, there were two points that hurt his pride. He blinked rapidly twice while staring at the living room ceiling. Given what happened, it was obvious that he was already worthless. Fouling yourself with a stain that can not be lost despite using the power of a thousand hands.

“Already?”

Map on Likta's lap fell, why has he been so easily surprised lately. Though the voice of Tiarnan is not loud, tends to be deep and soft. “You're outrageous.”

Hearing Likta's words, Tiarnan's hand that was drying his hair with a towel fell silent. “Means?”

“Test DNA, you still think I cheated!" said Likta, before he responded to her, “Although it is proven that this baby is not your child, I want a divorce, but not with your money. I was able to raise this child with my own pain.”

“Good if you are aware,” said Tiarnan ketus. “Come, we have to go to Jakarta now, I have prepared all.”

“I need to get ready.”

“Down, later my people take care of.” Tiarnan crossed paths, observing the appearance of Likta. The woman was wearing jeans combined with a jumbo-sized shirt that slumped on one shoulder, exposing her pale skin. Her hair was in a loose loop, she looked like a young girl who was not ready to have a baby. “Not that I've sent you some clothes, why not wear?”

“Too expensive.”

“I want you to wear one of them now.” Lazy to argue, Tiarnan rushed away.

The next ten minutes, Likta came out of the room, looking sweet and graceful with a canal dress whose skirt parts overlapped at the front, almost resembling an inverted tulip flower. Her hair was still the same, several strands framing her round face.

“Hello, I'm ready.” Likta's palm waved because Tiarnan looked dumb.

“OK, yuk!” Tiarnan led the way towards the backyard of the bungalow.

Now Likta's turn was gaping, her eyelids not blinking for a few seconds. No wonder people gave the nickname Tiarnan—bokah millionaire—ini proof, jet aircraft that can transport as many as nineteen people, not including the flight crew used as travel accommodation. To his amazement, he did not realize the man was climbing the stairs, so he was left a little far behind.

“Come!”

After entering the fuselage, Likta calculated the length of the cabin to reach approximately 14.63 meters, very spacious and relieved. He also sat in one of the chairs.

The distance from Bali to Jakarta does not take long, even Likta has not had time to save feet. Upon arrival at the location, Tiarnan guided his steps towards the car.

Although it is legal to be husband and wife, the relationship between the two did not improve, even almost a week ago Tiarnan ignored Likta. Leaving the woman alone in a luxurious and quiet apartment. There was a housekeeper, but he always went home in the afternoon.

“I'm lonely, Bri, indeed, heck, all sufficiency. But, I've been like a mistress know not?” gerutu Likta while enjoying fruit salad. His phone uses a loudspeaker mode. “She is super suuuibuk really,” she said extended.

“It's your own fault, who told you to cross the line,” replied Brielle. “You satan tambet what, hell, time to confess it?”

“I told you, it all happened that way,” said Likta Weak, who she knew at the time was only a match for each other. Like male and female butterflies, afraid to hunt dead if not immediately make love.

When the silence struck Brielle made a sound. “Eh, Likta, you're still there, right?”

“Iya, still, Bri. Oiya, Auntie same om nyariin, no. Yesterday permission was only two-three days, right?” Although not sure will return to the house of the aunt Likta asked. At least, she never imagined going home pregnant, especially without a husband. It's a family disgrace, a disaster for him.

“Iya, Aunt Farida ask you when you meet on the market.” There was a gap of time for ten seconds. “Likta?”

“He'eh.”

“My advice, you don't think too deeply. Enjoy what is, nothing,” said Brielle while singing the second sentence with a maximum false voice.

“Smart!” concluded someone who is very Likta longs for his presence, Tiarnan looks amazing leaning on the kosen.

“Likta, uh, Likta!” Brielle's voice was still heard, drawing an almost flying awareness.

“Yes, Bri. I'll call you first, yeah, I'll call you later. Bye.” After disconnecting the call, Likta lowered her legs cross-legged on the sofa. He cleared his throat twice to neutralize the shock and panic, wondering how long Tiarnan had been standing there. Talked with Brielle.

“Papa want to meet you,” says Tiarnan, flat. “Paparazi managed to get our photos when out of civil record.”

Likta was sitting limp, what if the om-tanteenya to know, even though at that time wearing a mask sooner or later will be dismantled as well. He may have been told his father. “Your father must be angry.”

“I've explained everything, Papa can understand, he wants a successor to the family. Now get ready.” Tiarnan raised his eyebrows, Likta never moved from his seat. “Wait especially?”

“Iya, yes.”

Likta who used to appear as it is does not take long to dress up. And, strangely all seemed perfect in Tiarnan's eyes.

“Why again?” tanya Tiarnan, furious.

“Maskku missed.”

“Biarin!”

“If there are paparazzi?” Apparently Likta inherited the stubbornness of Ayon, her father.

Irritated that Tiarnan was drawing his wife closer, one hand was on Likta's hip. His body pounded against each other, he felt an attraction that was difficult to avoid, slowly lowered his head and.