Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 038: The Class

Violacea pouted, but her twinkle of eyes shone with happiness. How not, according to information obtained from one of the housekeepers of Frits, Likta had already disappeared for three days and Tiarnan stopped looking for her.

Violacea looked at Tiarnan through the corner of the eye, no matter what the man's feelings were now like, the important thing was that his actions were already one step ahead.

But also, very long ago. By fetching Violacea sulking, “Jeez, Tiarnan. Is being with me so boring?”

“Do I have to pretend to be happy with you?” Tiarnan did not cover his reluctance to be near the woman of Frits' choice. He turned the puffed-up eyeball.

Violacea's clumsy fingers closed their mouths gracefully as they laughed in response to Tiarnan's straightforwardness, once he had mastered himself he reached out his hands—his index finger tracing the man's jaw was short. Then, put the link of both palms to the top of the thigh clad in a silver party dress.

“What is this way of you treating women?” violacea asked, she stared fixedly at the man in her heart.

Tiarnan's blue-covered chest expands and deflates slowly. “Yes, especially women like you.”

“Auh, the pain,” said Violacea put on a sour face made-up, “It turns out the rumors circulating so far are true.”

Tiarnan raised his eyebrows, rubbed his index back to the edge of his lips and clucked. He grabbed the long-necked glass glass, slightly shaking the red-colored liquid inside. Then put the drink down with one sip.

Since the hook was not also struck, Violacea added. “Slightly women who managed to become your close friends, even though only by clicking their fingers on the wait-turn line. Well, that's also my biggest reason. Can't wait to continue our pending wedding plans because of the woman si—”

“Have you rambled?” Tiarnan went from sitting down, putting an empty glass to hitting the table hard enough until the two people in the back turned their heads. He stayed away without waiting Violacea replied.

“Tiarnan!” violacea exclaimed, she snorted loudly in annoyance.

The man had been walking with Gangsar, conversing about the development of business in Sweden.

Meanwhile, the peak event was about to begin, the invited guests flocked to approach the giant glass door. The large red ink is connected from the left and right pillars of the building.

Fritz gave a brief greeting, and Tiarnan cut the tumpeng and gave it to his father. Violacea who was on the side of the young entrepreneur smiled brightly, as if it had already become part of the family.

Crews from several television stations and magazines took aim at the camera, devoting the inauguration moment of the branch office of the youngest successful businessman in Asia. And, soon to spread to the world scene. Because he not only dominated the abrasive industry, but also a variety of furniture, hospitality, and real estate processing.

After the ribbon scissors, Violacea looked for an opportunity to land her right-left cheek on the man's cheek. “Congratulations, yes, Tiarnan.”

“What do you do?” hardik Tiarnan in a low voice, quickly moved away, as if Violacea carried an infectious disease. However, for the sake of maintaining decency, he still offered a smile towards the camera.

Rumbles of invitation applause spread across the country through live broadcast rounds. No doubt the excitement was witnessed by a woman far outside the city, of course in mute fashion.

The white walls surrounding the corridor were cold, coupled with a very quiet atmosphere. Only once did footsteps and wheels roll on the ceramic floor.

Silence is sometimes broken by the siren roar of ambulance cars carrying emergency patients. Most depend on trained hands as intermediaries of the Creator.

“Where, can you contact your husband?” brielle's soft-pitched questions jolted Likta's tenacity. The narrow-eyed woman took a sip of the tea bottle while looking at where the friend was looking.

“Not yet,” Likta replied, lethargic, she sipped the milk box before turning her eyes away from the television screen and turning to the source of the sound. “Difficult, I've left a phone number to one of his staff. Maybe I thought I was cheating so it was not delivered.”

“Or mending you back to Jakarta,” Brielle proposal.

“Trus Aunt Farida how?”

“Allows take care of her child aja.”

Doctors suggested that Likta continue to invite Farida who was lying in a coma to communicate, as a form of stimulation to the performance of the brain. That's why, two days every time he came home from work he took the time to visit Farida.

“This, right, is not your responsibility,” grumbled Brielle more to the relatives of Likta. “Tante Farida has a husband, has children. Kok, until the heart charges everything to you.”

“I do not feel that this is a burden, which I know, Aunt Farida is like my father and mother.” Likta recalls, according to a neighbor's story, she was nursed from a red baby until she was able to look after herself by her late mother's sister. “Lagian I can't keep skipping work.”

“When, anyway, did you stop thinking about others?”

“What kind of question is it?” Likta put on a smile hearing Brielle's words, while spending the rest of her milk then said, “Clearly can't, Bri. We are social creatures, we cannot live alone. Ants only in colony.”

“Mending if the people we think are the same,” grumbled Brielle.

Likta chuckled softly. “Yes is just one key, sincere. It's as simple as that.”

“Ta?”

“Heemm.”

“Where is your wedding?” ask Brielle.

“What's the way?”

“Yes, you go without news like that, kok, a silent husband,” dumel Brielle, while adding, “Arfid which is nothing just keep on nyari you.”

At first glance, Likta's face looks cloudy. “Mas Tiarnan, right, people are busy. Ah, don't talk about it. How are you Calvin?” Switching topics.

Brielle blushed, her chubby cheeks so red as tomatoes. “Sunday ago she applied me.”

“Congratulations yes, Briii.” Kontan Likta hugged his best friend.

“Come yes, fitting his official show.”

“Pasti.” The atmosphere was silent again, Likta remembered the inauguration of Tiarnan's office, her heart trembling uncomfortably. From the glass screen the face of her husband looked happy, the smile on the lips that are usually always moody.

However, that's not why Likta's heart is not good. He sighed, jealousy stretched to the heart. How compatible Violacea is with Tiarnan. Making him feel unworthy to demand more, because he knew it would end what he felt later.

Both were on one ship and stopped at the same dock, but after docking there were two places on the way. Tiarnan had a juntrungan, wading the household ark with loved ones, while Likta returned to live a kara.

“Hai,” reprimand Brielle, stroking Likta's shoulder. “You're okay, right, I stay?”

“He'eh, thanks yes already want to transfer here,” said Likta.

“Sama-sama, relax aja,” refute Brielle, then pull out the phone. “I have to go home, if there is any phone, yes.”

“He'eh, be careful.”

Likta immediately entered Farida's ward, sitting slowly on the right side while gently rubbing the back of her hand.