Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 033: What Is It?

“Mbak Likta, come, Bi Mur help change clothes,” bargain middle-aged housekeeper.

“Thank you, Bi, but I can do it myself, kok.”

“Let's help call Aunty, yes.”

“He'eh.” Likta reviewed the smile.

The ceremony was over the night than expected, Likta was wracked by waves of fatigue, so soon replaced her party dress with one of the clothes Murti gave her before. Although very lazy, he forced both feet into the bathroom, washing their faces and brushing their teeth.

“Mbak Likta!”

“Ya,” said Likta while opening the door, “Ya, geez, I'm not a toddler, Bi. Look, I've changed.”

Murti's smile was on his back, the article was not the case that brought him to come. “Believe, kok,” concluded while thrusting a glass of milk. “Let the little one not wake up Likta Mbak midnight.”

“Eemm, thank you,” said Likta, both of his arms coiled around Murti's shoulder.

“Eh, uh, watch out later spilled.”

Likta giggled, then grabbed a glass.

“Come, come in, pregnant woman pamali standing in the doorway,” Murti said as he gently held Likta's arm. He sat down on the sofa at the foot of the bed.

“How lucky to have a mother like Bi Murti,” flatter Likta after spending milk in one throat.

“It's even more fortunate to have a child like Mbak Likta.”

“Not also.” Likta returned the empty glass to Murti.

Although Tiarnan's wife said it was accompanied by a smile, Murti was able to catch a glimpse of sadness. “Well, the night, deh, the sleep. Preoccupation chattering. Tomorrow what will you be doing?”

“Whatever Bi Mur cuisine, I like.”

“OK, if so.”

The two of them moved from sitting, walking side by side towards the door. Likta looked at Murti's back further away, after not looking new to close it.

The corners of Likta's tiny lips were pulled downwards. “If only Mama was alive, surely Papa wouldn't go.”

Before crawling into bed, Likta checked the phone, no notice whatsoever. In a short time to relax, drowsiness more dominating. He slept under a soft blanket that was very comfortable, and whenever washed away in sleep Tiarnan's face always appeared.

The next morning Likta woke up fresher, wriggling briefly to flex the stiff muscles. He was quick to clean himself so that he could quickly go to the kitchen, the more day his eating habits became unstoppable.

Likta put on makeup while shaving, bringing her long hair to her left shoulder so that it is easier to comb. Take a portion of the mane on each side then unite with a clamp. “OK, ready!” he cried, but then approached the mirror again. He again released the clasp while saying, “Digelung ajalah.”

When busy tying the whole hair up high Likta's phone rang, the desire to summarize the hair was not. “Halo, yes—”

Likta's turning eyes widened. “What? What is the condition now?” His voice trembled, warm water slowly making its way down the river at both corners of the eyes.

With a teary tear Likta bit her lower lip. “Where can I?” ask the person on how much the phone is while checking everything needed when using air transportation.

Likta slightly ran as she exited the room, hurriedly the pregnant woman towards the kitchen. “Bi Mur!”

“Bi Mur again to the market,” Nov said, distracting briefly from a bundle of kale in the grasp.

“Bring Kak Cea home.”

Likta desperately swallowed the anxiety, she could not wait any longer. Instead of wasting time the pregnant woman booked the vehicle through the app.

Likta went back and forth impatiently while waiting in front of the gate while checking her account balance. “Bismillah, enough.”

The duck model's motor stopped just as Likta raised her head, she matched her plate number.

“Likta?” Driver ensure.

“Ya, rather fast yes, Mas!” pinta Likta, while receiving a helmet and wearing it.

From Jalan Pantai Indah Barat to the airport takes the rest of half an hour. Luckily, there is now a go show ticket purchase place located at Terminal 1B Departure, Soetta Airport. So, Likta could get an impromptu ticket easily.

Do not ask Likta know where, because on the way he had a chance to talk with mas-mas ojeknya. Sure enough, after reaching the place in question, as a prospective passenger himself assisted by an automatic ticket selling machine officer.

After waiting for two-three hours of flight, the plane carrying Likta left Jakarta. He looked out the window and only found a cloud cloud as white as snow.

During the soaring high Likta did not think how things were in the house of Tiarnan. Anxiety managed to take over, so forget to say goodbye. And, accidentally creating a melee eight hours later.

“Where can one of you not know where Likta goes?” tiarnan. “Pak Muh, did I not order to keep Likta. ” Desperate, make his voice sound more soft.

“Pak Darman, time as gatekeeper do not see Likta out?” Tiarnan red eyes. “Darman Pak Darman daily what work? Keeping one person alone cannot!”

The guard that Tiarnan referred looked down in fear. Maybe Likta left while she was going to the toilet, but she currently did not have the courage to be honest.

“Bi Mur, please say something,” urged Tiarnan, concern gripped until difficulty transferring oxygen to the lungs, his chest more and more.

“Sorry, Mas Tiarnan, after me from the market Mbak Likta is no longer at home. We've searched all places in and around the outside of the house.” Murti poked Nov's stomach with his elbow.

“Tadi mornin Lik—” Nov lightly hit lip with palm tip. “Mba—Mbak Likta had time to the kitchen to ask Bi Mur the same Mr. Muh, but after I said Bi Mur was in the market and Mr. Muh drove Kak Cea, he just left. I ki—kira he was just a walk because at that time did not bring anything other than a shabby tote bag,” said Nov although stammered.

Tiarnan's heart rhythm beat fast to roar like a thundering sound. “He left home what time?” Everyone suddenly mute and deaf, he asked again, “Last time you saw him what time, Nov?”

“Ja—jam tu—seven.”

Tiarnan restored the messy hair. “Pak Darman, please check CCTV,” order Tiarnan, “Don't say the camera is off!”

“Ba-well, Mas Tiarnan.”

Everyone flocked to the security guard post and Darman checked the footage eight hours ago.

“Ah, lelama.” Tiarnan took over, watching the screen carefully, unfortunately the motor plate is not visible.

Darman who saw the arrival of Frits immediately opened the gate, just like Tiarnan, the middle-aged man only used a private driver when pressed or was tired.

“What is this?” Frits looked at Tiarnan's chaotic appearance in surprise. “Why are all outside?”

Muhin took the initiative to give an answer, “Mbak Likta is missing.”

“Lost? Bullshit!” snorted Frits, “He obviously accidentally left home, what is it looking for?”