Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 030: Conquest of the Hermit's Heart

Other places, other problems, after traveling approximately 12 hours, Tiarnan arrived in Jepara.

As expected, the branch office that should be ready for habitation has not been completed. One of the trustees of Tiarnan's right hand brought a run of sizable funds. Fate was not on his side this time.

“How can I, Ga?”

“Sorry, really, Tiarnan,” regretted Gangsar pitched grim. “During work with me he was diligent and far from reliable.”

“Have you traced the cause?”

“Contract him empty, said his neighbor went by taxi this morning,” light Gangsar.

“Create news events regarding this issue!” said Tiarnan firmly full of authority, he dropped his back to the back of the chair, then looked up while massaging the base of the nose.

No way should Tiarnan leave an important event at home, on the one hand could not ignore the report of one of his confidants.

During holding thousands of employees has never given salary under the district minimum wage, even with the presence of premiums and food and transportation costs can be said to be greater than they should be.

Half an hour later Gangsar walked into the room, the man placed a transparent red map on the table.

Tiarnan exhaled a rough breath and grabbed the map containing news of the event. He read the report carefully, his cheeks bulging short. There it is written that the perpetrator plays gradually, not so clearly because it uses a hole dig system close the hole and without feeling the hole becomes large and deep, so it can not be patched.

For Tiarnan money is nominal small, but because it was stabbed from behind it that feels painful. He wanted to know the reason behind the man's actions. So, when Gangsar proposed that the matter be brought to the legal path he refused. It's no use, anyway, the money won't come back.

“You should eat first, Tiarnan,” persuaded Gangsar, because upon arrival from Jakarta until now the boss has not been seen eating something.

“Already on the way.” Tiarnan stood up from his seat, he turned his back on Gangsar while saying, “I want the complete data of the person immediately.”

Hearing such a command firmly Gangsar rushed over, it was not until ten minutes that he returned. “Please.”

“Hemm.” Tiarnan read a glance. “You can go.”

“If you need anything, I am in the room,” said Gangsar before leaving.

Tiarnan neither answered nor nodded his head, his mind branching out everywhere. If only his braincase had been handmade by a man if it had exploded long ago.

Reluctant to use the authorities is not a barrier Tiarnan to move further, he is more trusting of old friends in research affairs. Let Likta and Tanya's case be temporarily suspended.

“Halo—” Tiarnan downstream-hudik around the room. “I have another job, please find out the whereabouts of the person whose data I just sent to you.”

Samar sounded authentic from across. “Beres, want what package?”

“Damn it!”

Laughter was heard, until Tiarnan kept the phone away.

“You know the latest news?”

Silent.

And, that means Tiarnan wants a statement not a question.

“The man was seen to Likta's house once and to her workplace twice. He's the son of the clinic owner,” said the person across, “Because Likta is now with you—so, I can't know how close they are.”

Silent.

“Hah, and, to my own astonishment, why did you marry her? Wasn't your original intention to destroy the woman? However, after I rethink, this must be a trick so that you can gnaw it from the inside until it is not left.”

Tiarnan suddenly mute, like a person who contracted a tongue tumor, difficulty speaking. This new relationship is like guessing the mangosteen fruit, not necessarily ending sweet. Especially after the woman got out of bed before she woke up, as if wanting to direct their closeness is nothing.

Nothing special, the need just rose. They want to melt in the romance not because of mutual love. Both are normal adults who need an impingement, nothing more.

“ ... so what's up with this guy? You just need the location, right? Hello ... hello ... Tyreannan!”

“Ya, I listened.”

“Damn it! You think I'm a fool?”

“Information you need will be sent in less than an hour.” The phone connection was also cut off.

From behind a two and a half meter tall glass door someone knocked on the door.

“Log.” Tiarnan gawked at the glance at the appearance of the tall woman, her tight black skirt was far above the knees. Even when bending over while picking up a falling paper, the low-cut collar showed too much of what should have been hidden neatly.

“There are some documents that you need to agree with,” he said in a teasing tone.

Tiarnan's flat shoulders panted, while commanding. “Just leave the documents there!”

“Good, Sir, do you need anything? Coffee, tea?”

“No, thanks,” said Tiarnan then shook hands, as if to repel flies. But before the woman reached the door, she called. “You—what's your name?”

“Nihan.”

“Can you call Gangsar?”

“Sure, there's more Sir?”

As a normal male, Tiarnan knew the meaning of Nihan's gaze. However, as much as possible suppressing his feelings so as not to stray, he will be haunted by guilt if it serves a feeling that is out of place. However, Likta was only a temporary wife.

“Pak~” Voice Nihan soft, seduce.

“Nothing, quickly call Gangsar!” Tiarnan.

Hearing the accented command, Nihan almost ran away. Didn't expect that his young boss had high blood pressure.

Tiarnan shook his head to see the woman coming out of the room in fear. And, it hasn't been five minutes Gangsar came in.

“Ya, what's wrong with Tiarnan?”

“Sit,” pinta Tiarnan who is now sitting on the sofa. “Women's employees here don't have uniforms?”

“Agazes?”

“Yes, I want female employees to wear more polite uniforms, this is an office, not a nightclub.”

Gangsar's wide eyes squealed, only to know the intent of his superior government. “Kukira in Sweden more women dress like Nihan.”

“Come on, Ga. This is Indonesia you know. My eye pain saw it.”

“Here, your sore or scared eyes are interested?”

Tiarnan reviewed the smile while rubbing the back of the index finger into the lip line. “My wife want to be accompanied?”

“I don't think you failed to marry that model, what kind of woman can conquer the heart of the hermit?” kelakar Gangsar's.

Angan Tiarnan soared, picked up the little girl pujaan—but, the young businessman hurriedly removed the shadow of the beautiful young woman who was always present without being asked.

In the middle of the phone daydream Tiarnan surprising. He read the incoming message, then stared firmly at Gangsar. “Come me now!”

“Where?”

“Your confidant,” says Tiarnan.

“You found it?” Gangsar aghast in amazement, very quickly Tiarnan track the whereabouts of the man, while he found a dead end. “What will we do to him?”

“See aja later.”

From Jakarta to Jepara Tiarnan barely rested the body, feeling tired even as if reluctant to stop.

However, during the trip approximately two hours this time Tiarnan spent sleeping, he needed to save energy to return to Jakarta immediately. Of course after the problem here is resolved, Likta's husband can at least underestimate the management that occurs in his business circle.