Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 031: Oh, how come, Angry?

That's grand! At a time like this Tiarnan left, good work. And, Likta should have forced the husband to stay, not hide. Let's see what he can hold now.

No one could describe Likta's current feelings except grey. The turning eyes blur, the water is dammed in the fertilizer. Senatural may have him put a spoon on a plate, then wet his arid throat with a little warm tea.

It is impossible to follow a friendly path with two people who are always cornered, as powerful as Likta survives so that the fragile angle in her is not visible. Tossing away the feeling of being intimidated, he had already been confronted too often with people like them, but none of them could subvert him.

The corner of the tiny lips is like the ribbon Likta on her back, she commented a smile so able to lift her head. Sitting upright like a brave woman figure in a puppet legend. Tough invincible.

In the heart Likta muttered, as early as possible should teach the seed that grows in the womb the meaning of self-defense. So that one day no one will be able to take him down, except the will of the universe.

“What according to, Om?” violacea Urge.

Frits threw a difficult-to-define gaze at the son-in-law. The middle-aged man was being wracked by an inner war. He exhaled a short breath before responding. “Honey, we can talk about this upon Tiarnan's return, okay?”

Violacea bit the corner of the lip, unsure that the son of the man would agree with his proposal, given their recent encounter. Most likely her future husband began to put his heart towards Likta. He nodded doubtfully, “Ya, the approval of Tiarnan is indispensable.”

Likta exhaled softly, the granite stone that stifled his lungs for a moment and then shattered instantly. He was so relieved and believed that Tiarnan could not bear to gather him, the man must have chosen to separate first rather than planting different flowers in one land.

“Wah, what a pity, Om must leave,” regretted Frits while rising. His big palm rubbed gently the head of Violacea. “Om stay, yes.”

Likta also moved from his seat, moving towards Tiarnan's father. He grabbed the right palm of the in-law who had fallen beside the body, then kissed the back of the hand solemnly. “Be careful, Mr.”

“Ya.”

The two young women stared at the wide back of Tiarnan's father.

“Well, Likta, may I propose one thing to you?” Violacea walked gracefully towards the pregnant woman, touching the right shoulder of her interlocutor steadily. “Can you prove to me that you really have no intention of taking Tyarnan away from me?”

“In what way?” ask Likta.

“Please persuade him to agree to my proposal,” Violacea pinta then folds his arms in front of a flat stomach. “Couple?”

“Begini—” Likta is confused where to start, she sits back, just said, “Honestly, me and Mas Tiarnan are not too close. Besides, su—een, I mean, he, the grown man we can't manage at will.”

As soon as Likta's memory penetrated the irritating morning hours the day after tomorrow, her romantics brimmed. Tiarnan's weak-pitched speech again infiltrated into the sense of hearing.

“You tortured me so much, Likta!” tiarnan murmured at that moment, just by remembering it, the gaze within the husband still felt so freezing. Sardonic words he uttered with raucous, “Truly we should not be in this situation. If only that woman wasn't you. I never planned a relationship as serious as this, not even crossed.”

Likta flinched, her lips were impatient to ask, “You love each other?”

“What do you mean ask that?” hardic Violacea.

“Loh, how, angry? If yes, mutual love—terus, why bother persuading everything?” insist Likta plain, her turning eyes twitching innocently.

“Who's angry!” reply Violacea sewot, without seeing Likta she went from there.

With her devious tactics, Violacea wanted to act as a victim, the woman whose future husband captured people. Behind the caring attitude, the model keeps a myriad of grand plans.

Violacea intends to take the hearts of fans, deliberately inviting some media crew. He wanted Likta to be exposed as a heartless party.

“Duh, our idol this one is indeed second to none, can still accept the woman who has captured her fiance with so chest field,” exclaimed one.

“Ran, deh, same woman. Dare to show up.”

“Basic rhino face, hard, cuy!” the other Sambar, ignoring the descendants of Adam in the corner of the room.

Likta realized he was not part of them, so look for a corner of the magnificent house. They think Likta doesn't have any ears? It is as if talking about others without being filtered.

And, arriving at the time of the event, Likta really intended to dodge the crowd. For the rest of the day he used to isolate himself in the room, rumors circulated so quickly that he could not bear it himself. The husband she expected to come like a genie did not reveal the ends of her hair.

Likta wanted to scream so much, but immediately realized, she could not look weak. She is currently sitting in front of the dresser. Wondering how to cover up her excess anxiety.

Tap the door startling Likta, she stood up to open the door. “Bi Mur?”

The middle-aged woman slipped in. “Kok, not ready?”

“I'm afraid Bi,” lamented Likta, grim.

“Why should you be afraid?”

“They don't like me.” Likta walked three steps and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Speak what! Ms. Likta, the legal wife of Mas Tiarnan, all happened before the marriage of Mas Tiarnan and Mbak Violacea took place. So, what to worry about?” The middle-aged woman's entertainment, “Tight is the right time to set things straight. Aunty does not know what game is being shown Mbak Violacea, but here Mbak Likta is the host, not him.”

Never once did Likta deny the involvement of the middle-aged woman, this one housekeeper was always on his side. And, he was so grateful for that. “Bi Mur, sure?”

“1100% sure!” murti tengat. “Now, come! Bi Mur help prepare.”

Likta that has been interesting from there, does not take long in dressing up. He got off accompanied by Bi Murti.

Right at that moment, various expressions were embedded on each of the faces of the guests who looked unfamiliar. The more the spotlight charged over there, Likta felt that. Most of the guests even choose to throw their faces away.

Tiarnan's father reached out to help Likta get down from the last rung of the stairs, guiding the steps to stand next to her.

Moments later, Violacea emerged from behind the crowd and Frits gave the same treatment.

“OK, because the person who is eagerly awaited has come let's start the show,” said the host.

Then Frits was asked to deliver a series of remarks, then let the religious leaders lead the prayer and then followed by a casual meal.