Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 032: Heavy Disappointment

Rain flushed Jepara tonight, asphalt that was originally grayish has blackened. Sometimes thunder boomed, lightning licked the farthest end of the earth's curvature.

Inside the cafe were three men sitting quietly, presumably waiting for the waiter to move away. Carefully the young woman put down one by one a cup of coffee, a thin smoke was seen dancing, giving off a thick aroma of caffeine.

Tiarnan looked at the watch on the wrist with a huff, his heart was getting restless. He was worried about Likta's condition, was his stomach still cramping frequently?What if Violacea does what it doesn't?

Soon, Tiarnan pulled the phone out of his pants pocket, sending a message to his father's personal driver. He wants to know the situation in Jakarta. Is his wife in trouble?

Ten minutes passed, Tiarnan had not yet received a reply, he decided to focus on the man before him. Staring sharply with no intention of lowering authority.

With one breath the man said, “I am ready to accept the consequences, sir, let any froth is okay.”

The atmosphere was silent again, the sound of rain that hit the glass was not heard from inside. Whether accidentally saving electricity or having his music player broken, cafe employees leave the room quiet.

“Begini, Yan.” Gangsar raised his voice to break the gap, he turned to Tiarnan to ask for approval. As soon as he got the nod he reopened his mouth. “Where did you get that much money?”

The man named Yan did not even once raise his head. He seemed to think hard before answering Gangsar's question.

“For the treatment of my son,” I Yan, more downcast shy. “Let me go to jail for a mistake I have committed.”

“We did not plan to bring this matter to the legal path, Yan, but your actions disappointed me,” said Gangsar, he also felt bad about Tiarnan. During his time with his friend, Gangsar was given enough confidence to take care of everything, including recruiting employees.

“I'm desperate, Sir.”

“Whatever reason you can't we accept!” Gangsar took a deep breath, then asked furiously, “What, the hell, is it hard to tell me?”

“Built cost.”

“I know—looks from the nominal you used wrong,” snoring Gangsar, but gradually softened. He wanted to know what kind of thing Yan's son was suffering from. “What does your daughter hurt?”

“Complication liver.” Yan's face grew increasingly cloudy. “Three days ago doing grafting. ”

“May be quick to recover,” said Gangsar, sincere.

“Thank you, Sir. I am willing to devote my whole life to the company.”

“Sorry, we are very forced to not be able to hire you anymore,” said Gangsar without looking at the pale face of the employee.

Yan commented on the griny smile, this was a commensurate reply to what he had done. He took a deep breath, then said, “I should be the one who apologized, sir, for undermining the trust of Mr. Gangsar and Mr. Tiarnan. My embarrassment multiplied because it was not reported to the authorities.”

Their conversation was over there, but unbeknownst to Yan, Gangsar gave some capital money to open a business on Tiarnan's orders.

On the way, Tiarnan was pensive, because he had not yet obtained information from Frits' personal driver. He grew irritated because of the rain that was originally small spots back up.

“Go home tomorrow only,” proposed Gangsar without distracting from the foggy road ahead. “You need rest.”

“I've had enough rest, since here, right, you're in control.” Tiarnan inching from his seat, positioning his back to make it more comfortable.

Already the umpteenth time Siarnan check the phone, on the screen time shows at eight. But still no news. It was very desirable for him to slam the cell phone out of his grasp.

Ridiculous, but when departing Tiarnan was disappointed heavily to Likta, but why now so frenzied when felt too long away from him?

Warm spirits felt around the stomach of Tiarnan, powerless to stem the amazement of his wife. In the short video, Likta looks stunning, a soft dress ornate small pearls and sparkling crystals as she moves. His wife was more beautiful and attractive than she had ever been in her imagination.

Thin tufts on the sleeves gently rubbed the skin as white as Likta marble, the red dress provocatively hugged each curve of her body, so as to show the stomach that began to bulge.

Likta's black hair was loosely braided and decorated with diamond pincers, fine tendrils framing a face that looked natural. Tiarnan could see a natural red hue on both cheeks of the wife, but the tiny lips of the woman's ribbon were given a slight red color, thus arousing Tiarnan's desire to remove the dye using her lips.

In a moment, the wild wishful bursts of Tiarnan soared. Making him dazed, his world now seemed to be turned upside down by the bubbling blood. It was not out of anger like the one in the bungalow thirteen days ago, when he saw Likta's cheek blushing after hearing her jail question.

And, just like at that time his heart was pumping faster. The liquid flowing in the veins rustled hot, but it was other than what he believed on that day that the burning ambition was caused by hatred. However, the fire tonight is tempestuous with a burning desire for masculinity.

Crazy one! Tiarnan was clearly half-sane now for wanting so much for the woman who had caused his sister to die. All thoughts of avenging vanished meaninglessly when he thought of Likta.

“ ... hi, Tiarnan! Sick this time, is this someone? Hi, Boss!” gangsar's reprimand was the fifth time. “Dih, slutty thinker, yes?”

“Hah?”

Gangsar chuckled at the confusion of Tiarnan.

The young entrepreneur had only realized one thing, and it was too late, his trousers seemed to have narrowed. “Breng*sek!” He rubbed his face violently.

“I warn you once again, don't come home tonight. The weather is not friendly, so be patient or go home by name,” said Gangsar accompanied by a joke.

Tiarnan straightened his seat, then looked out the car glass window. The sky does look very moody, the water dripping unstoppably. Thunder accompanied by tongues of fire snatched occasionally.

“Here frequent thunderstorms?”

“Not always.”

Tiarnan.

“Where is the problem in Sweden?”

“The money from the insurance can not cover the amount of loss due to the fire.”

“Not Juana looking for investors?”

“Indeed,” reply Tiarnan short, then take candy on the dashboard.

“Completed, dong, problem?”

“I disagree, you remember Mr Jimmy?”

“He who offers help?”

“You could say that, but it would be stupid if I agreed, right?”

“Yes, he's a runny nose guy,” said Gangsar, turning his head for a while. “You have a plan to go back there?”

“Yeah, after the inauguration here.”