Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 034: Until Later

Tiarnan took off the top two buttons of his shirt, then rolled up his arms. “Means Papa?”

“Nothing means, just what can we do? Make missing person reports?” asked Frits, because Tiarnan remained silent, he added, “Have it, later also the woman turned herself.”

“Which Papa calls 'that woman' has a name, Likta my wife and daughter-in-law in this house!” sergeant Tiarnan.

“He's not the daughter-in-law Papa expected!”

“Yes, but she contains a granddaughter who is very papa want as a potential successor to the lineage in our family,” replied Tiarnan.

The heated argument between the fathers made the ministries step back, they lowered their eyes, but clearly the eardrums could still absorb the conversation.

Tiarnan propped both palms to the waist and turned the body for a while. Then, shaking his head, a little disappointed at the honesty of the father. With teary eyes he looked at the middle-aged man, both hands dazed beside the body. “Like it or not, Likta my wife!” He ran into Frits' car.

“Tiarnan! Where are you going?” frits shouted, but the son did not press.

Like a fidelity, the young man stepped on the gas pedal. Tracing the path of first meeting Likta three-four months ago, in her mind she assumed the wife was there. Didn't he say to Jakarta to visit relatives.

However, unbeknownst to Likta, Tiarnan knew the identity of the relative and was none other than his father. The figure of a cruel parent who refused to become a marriage guardian, rejecting the presence of his own daughter. In order not to have long-tail, Tiarnan hid that fact, fearing that his wife was sad to find out.

Blanketed permanently, Tiarnan broke the traffic jam, he turned sharply through the corner. The wheels creaked loudly when it came into contact with the asphalt.

Hurriedly getting out of the car, Tiarnan was already impatient to bring Likta back home.

“Goodnight!” Tiarnan repeatedly knocked on the door. “Good night, Likta, you must be inside, please open the door!”

Still no sign of life, the owner of a medium-sized two-story house just turned on the dim lights of the living room.

“Excuse me! Mr. Ayon, please not the door.” As much as possible Tiarnan breathed regularly, trying to suppress panic so as not to be too blind. As soon as he managed to gain control of himself, he somewhat staggered closer to the chair.

Tiarnan tried to calm the mind, so far there was no problem that he could not solve. Weigh looking for people is not a big problem, before getting to know each other he can find Likta easily.

So, why is Tiarnan losing his mind now? Life almost floated because of driving recklessly. Is it because of the panic of the house people earlier? It could be, because once arriving from Jepara—Murti—the housekeeper immediately complained of losing Likta with a nano eye highlight, so that people around him were carried away.

Before moving from his seat, Tiarnan stared at the door of Likta's father's house, stepping carelessly towards the parked car. Start the engine and drive more carefully.

Although not entirely believed to be able to get rid of anxiety, upon arrival at home, Tiarnan intends to relieve tired body and mind under the splash of warm water.

Half an hour away, the car moved slowly until the front porch of his own house, Tiarnan saw Murti sitting pensively while propping up his chin. The middle-aged woman immediately ran over.

“Where, Mas Tiarnan?” Murti's gaze was fixed behind Likta's husband's back.

Tiarnan shook his head weakly, when stepping into the house was not as firm as usual.

“Not Papa's business!”

“Papa worries, you are driving in a state of chaos.” The son looked at him in annoyance, but before Tiarnan said something—Frits reached out. Squeezing the young man's shoulders as he said, “If Likta thinks of you as a husband, you should at least wait for papa to come home. Or send a message to one of the people at home.”

Tiarnan brushed off his father's hand, then clenched both hands to the side of the body. He tried to think clearly, calm the heart that was ignited groan.

“Tiarnan!” snapped Frits, since when did his son act brashly. “Likta may feel forced to marry, she is close to a man. And ...”

Instantly, Likta's conversation through a mobile phone on the way to the hospital, when Tiarnan was worried about the condition of the fetus in the womb because the wife often experienced cramps, the woman actually mentioned the name Arfid. He turned his head quickly from the traffic scene, looking at the expressive-looking face of the wife.

Various expressions flashed on the face of the wife, Tiarnan himself was less able to interpret it, at first glance looks confused, reluctance, and sadness all mixed. He did not know what Arfid was saying, on the other hand he could hear Likta reassuring the man.

“ ... no, I'm fine .. don't, don't. Really it's not necessary, Arfid, thank you.”

As Tiarnan recalled, Likta bent the face—as if afraid of the depth of heart unknown—and, in his opinion, the wife did not want to offend the caller.

“ ... yes. See you.” Likta said at the end of the conversation.

And, now, the farewells that come from the little lips of the wife are like tongues of fire burning the heart. So, Likta waited for Tiarnan's departure first before meeting the man— corroborating the suspicion that the two had a special relationship.

Disappointment to rob Tiarnan's growing trust, how could Likta do so. Didn't feel that woman that she was starting to love him? With difficulty, Tiarnan swallowed the harsh reality, this was more painful than being showered with a thousand arrows.

It was then that Tiarnan realized that he had been fooled by the emotions commonly called love people, now he had to bear the consequences. How that feeling in an instant incised a wound. Knowing so, she would not ignore Tanya's suffering.

Only now can Tiarnan feel how painful Tanya betrayed, duaakan lover. Stupid instead of playing, he followed in the footsteps of the younger brother, where was the principle that had been held for the past sixteen years? Just because Likta was pregnant, the determination collapsed in an instant.

Saying the continuation of the stern word Frits, pulling Tiarnan into the present. “... Just let go of him. Papa sure Violacea can appreciate you more.”

“I don't care!” tiarnan growled, rejecting the presence of all women. “No one can keep the father away from his child, including the woman who has given birth to the baby,” he stressed more to himself.

With all the power he had, Tiarnan was determined to keep the baby in the womb Likta. The move this time could be wrong, leaving the woman herself a carelessness. In the future he will not give the slightest gap to the wife.

“Think once that Likta is pregnant with your child, the child is not even born yet,” muttered Frits did not understand the way of his son's mind.

Tiarnan's lips were bent down, he easily accepted Frits's reservations just now and rejected Likta's acknowledgement, but not—ini could be the second half of the tribulation of the person who dared to play around with him.

The closeness of the wife left the house like fuel of wrath, the burning desire of tormenting two people who love each other in the heart of Tiarnan.

Separating Likta and Arfid is a simple matter, what can the woman do if Tiarnan does not want to divorce her. He swore inwardly that he would bind Likta by her side until her death.