Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 036: It's No Honey, Mama Arima?

The cold night wind increasingly seeped to the bone, one by one visitors left the city park.

Just below the yellowish shimmering garden lights sat a man and two teenagers, one of whom seemed to be leaning back and drowsiness. The other one is occasionally seen greeting to the face, as if waiting for someone's presence.

Low temperatures do not shake her slender long legs in shorts, but the way she zips up her hooded jacket and lowers her long sleeves indicates that she is looking for warmth. Nevertheless, the teenager still looked energetic.

“Tiarnan!”

The teenager who had walked there and there stopped. “Ya, Pa.”

“How many times have you been around the park?”

Asked as soon as Tiarnan opened his headgear, looking Frits in the eye at a glance. Then, look at the legs themselves are being coupled with the concrete floor constantly in light strength. His tapered cheeks bulged and deflated periodically.

“You till when you ask Tanya and papa wait?” Frits turned his head briefly towards his daughter, the air currents flying out the tendrils of the haircut that was left unraveled. He grabbed the tip of the princess's sleeping jacket hat to prevent the wind from touching the skin.

“Sabar bit again, lah, Pa,” pinta Tiarnan optimistic.

“It's late at night, you want Tanya sick?”

Tiarnan shook his head, while exhaling air slowly from the bulging cheeks, then said, “Gini aja, Papa the same Tanya go home first, let Tiarnan wait.” And, as soon as he got a shudder of disapproval he crouched down, giving the most wrenching look in order to gain sympathy. “Please, Pa.”

“Hard head,” snorted Frits. “That time could have been just your imagination, you have not been able to accept the truth.”

“Something imaginative is impossible to touch, Pa. Tiarnan memorized the softness of Mama's hands, the fragrance of Mama. It's all so real, it exists. At that time Mama took two small children about three years old.”

Frits eyes widened, his expression turning flat tended to be fierce. Bluffing the molars until the veins around the jaw protrude. “Dead people cannot live again, Tiarnan! Ready or not you should be able to receive!”

“When, anyway, Papa believes in Siarnan?” The teenager stood up defiantly in front of his father, his pupils wide and hardened. “Because it has not been able to accept the truth, does not mean it is difficult to distinguish real and illusion.”

A few people around who happened to cross by looked over at the small commotion, Frits exhaled a rough breath. Wasting his face into the distance, he was tired all day working, now still required to patiently face the squishy attitude of Siarnan.

From time and seeds of protracted problems Frits also made a decision. Giving up to win is not difficult. He hopes to lead the boy in a more positive direction.

“OK, if you insist,” said Frits, “Papa give you time to prove, only until graduation, if you fail—you have to obey all Papa— wordscontinue high school to Sweden.”

“OK, deal!”

“One more,” says Frits.

“Very much,” grumbled Tiarnan, threw himself hard on the grassy mound, seeing the expression of the father clearly seen preparing difficult requirements.

The teenager too memorized the characteristics of Frits that are like water, his emotions are so calm, but powerful, able to shake the foundation of the opponent even though they are set in an ocean niche.

“Accept or not at all?”

“OK, deh.” Tiarnan straightened his back, propping both arms above the knees. He was born from the seed of his father, right? So, a little bit much inherited that power as well.

“Lost zero comma value only, papa considers failed.”

“Yes, geez, Pa, so militant. Zero commas calculated.”

Blood seemed to disappear from the face of Tiarnan, feeling injustice. Just as the earth goes around the sun, the wheel always turns, so does a person. Not always above the clouds, on other occasions must have tasted the harshness of the land.

“What if the value of Tiarnan tetep, but friends who are smarter?” tiarnan said without intending to show any anger.

“Ya, improve your learning.”

Frits never doubted Tiarnan's intelligence. Proudly, the teachers suggested the son take an acceleration class. Somehow the boy always got a parallel one champion since stepping on school.

Tiarnan snorted, rising from sitting. It was like a real adult, pacing around until his father's head was dizzy.

“Aduh, old,” grumbled Frits pretend bored.

Hearing his father's words, Tyarnan's footsteps stopped. He puffed his cheeks while turning the eyeballs. “Yes, yes, Papa won,” he said while shaking hands.

“Boy papa nyerah?”

“Tiarnan accept challenge, Papa.”

“Well, so, dong. The time has not been war has done a ceasefire.”

Tiarnan's natural pink lips pursed, the corners of his eyes shriveled, blatantly showing suspicion.

However, Frits ignored him. At least able to resist the golden opportunity, he was sure that he would get victory in a broader sense, having a quality child.

“Deal, men should not break the promise.” Frits reached out, pulled Tiarnan, then patted the back of the man who was in the arms. “Come, tomorrow you can come here again.”

Tanya who was sleeping on the back of the garden chair wriggled, her eyelids twitching. Because it is still sleepy so heavy yawn. He glanced around. “Where's the name?”

“Not coming,” replied Tiarnan.

“Big brother lied, yes?”

“Of course not, just—maybe Mama has a hitch, so not here.”

Frits simply glanced over without any interest in chiming in, the corner of his lips dropping short while finding sadness in Tanya's eyes. He didn't know how to convince his sons without hurting them.

The three decide to go home, because tomorrow the children must go to school, while Frits himself needs to work hard to stabilize finances.

Tiarnan was deep in thought, he missed and needed a mother. What you said was not entirely wrong. He cannot accept the reality that exists. As time passes, it further deepens the longing that is present to the point of being overwhelmed by it.

Sometimes the inability to resist the hope of meeting Tiarnan's heart is like slashed. Especially after one time meeting his mother, always questioning why the woman who had given birth to him so easily dumped him and his sister.

Isn't it a pity, Mama Arima? Inner Tiarnan behind the sedu sedan restrained, he behaved like a tough man, remembering the message of the mother, any pain should not shed tears.

He said, how can keep Tanya if Tiarnan himself looks weak. And, she always held the words of the mother. But my mother left and did not come back. His mistake? Why not just be reminded of a pinch?

Teenagers try to be firm, even though confidence is increasingly collapsing.