Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 039: Where Can That Be From?

The darkness of old over time looks gray meeting purplish, biased light at the east end peeking from behind a row of roofs buildings. Likta was stunned before walking up to the online taxi driver, she watched the gray clouds fluttering in the wind.

As the wind whizzed softly touching the leaves of the row of roadside trees, the yellowish-brown patera looked fragile and fell carried away by the air flow.

On the other hand with the religion of flowers, Likta saw the grass growing high, eager for him to incarnate the sign of the site that was free to follow the gust of wind, regardless of where the end would be. Quite vulnerable and easily destroyed, but able to survive in a variety of conditions.

In the embrace of the cold morning Likta tightened his arms, resting on an increasingly distended stomach. He intended to go home before leaving for work.

Verily the body feels ungodly, but seeks Likta to ignore, as if she has no chance to pity herself. She was too afraid of losing important people in her life, any kind of daring effort was at stake for Farida to recover soon. He was willing to drain energy and material.

With heavy steps Likta got off the bike, completed the payment then went to the page. Opening the unlocked main door, her full little lips pursed briefly. Noticing Farida's husband's carelessness, she continued to step towards the living room.

While passing through the room Likta grabbed some clothes lying down, putting them into the washing machine. The time for him now was golden, so quickly clean up the mess as long as he and Farida were not home.

From behind the door is heard open with a distinctive hoarse sound of waking up. “Home home?”

“Ya,” Reply Likta briefly. “Om not going to the hospital see Aunt?”

“Wait for holidays.”

Likta's shoulders slumped, her eyebrows furrowing sadly. Although Awang's statement made her upset, she did not bother to file a protest. Living long with the man made him understand the character of the uncle inside and out.

“Don't bring breakfast?”

“Tadi use ojek online so can not stop by.”

“One reason, get off in the front alley 'can all buy.”

Likta took a deep breath, from the front alley that Awang meant to the house quite far away.

“Leave the dirty plate first, buy breakfast,” Awang command without thrusting money. “Nasi pecel Mbak Min kayaknya delicious.”

Turning around with a gawk, Likta's eyelids twitched slowly twice. “Om—”

“It's still six, it's bad to buy breakfast first.”

“Pecel who is near here ajalah, Om,” reject Likta, who is pregnant who is cravings.

“Nothing is as good as pecel Mbak Min.” After saying that Awang went into the room.

Want to protest again for free, Likta cleaned the foam in hand and then dried with a napkin. Out of the house and do not see the motor Awang in the yard. Finally on foot, twenty minutes later he was back, where Brielle was sitting restlessly on the bike.

“Don't bring HP?”

“He'eh,” sahut Likta, “For a long time, Bri?”

“Fifteen minutes, from where?”

“Buy pecel.” Likta pushed open the gate wide. “Have breakfast?”

“Nih, plan to eat together.” Answering while leading the motor to the courtyard, Brielle followed Likta's steps into the house. “Again cravings pecel?”

Likta raised clear plastic wrap height. “Create Om Awang. Sit down first, Bri,” the door before disappearing into the living room.

In the living room Brielle swept a glance, her narrow eyes squeaking. Doubtful of the clumsy fingers grabbing a small paper under the table, he muttered “Loh, he said ...”

Brielle turned to the restrictions of the room, slipping the paper originally into a jacket pocket. “Likta, here, deh!”

“Sebentar.”

Sahutan from the inside makes Brielle frown, because the sound of Likta looks like a cold person. Clearly something was amiss, he was anxious while breaking through the curtains. The first thing as soon as the body entered completely, saw Awang sitting breakfast with one leg raised and Likta hurriedly facing the dishwasher.

“Thank you, Om.”

“Likta stay aja, it's been awaited Brielle,” orders Awang, without diverting attention from food.

Not until told twice, Likta went straight into the room, then came out again and walked towards the bathroom.

“Sit, Bri. Sorry the bottle is just a pack.”

“Nothing, Om. Already brought, kok,” reply Brielle, “I wait for Likta in front, excuse me.”

Minutes passed very slowly, Brielle checked the clock on her phone several times. It was now half-eight, but Likta did not go outside either. His patience began to thin, he went up with a huff and coincidentally the pregnant woman poked out from behind the room divider.

“Yuk!” bring Likta.

Brielle then snatched the bag on the table, the corner of the lips slightly pulled down while researching the level of ayu Likta, “You look like an undead kayak.”

Likta reviewed the smile knot, then pecked the face on the rearview mirror of the motor. He found a black circumference exactly in the area under the eyes. “Not as bad as that,” elaknya, even though it has used powder thicker than usual.

“No breakfast first?” brielle asked as she pushed the motor through the gate. Wearing a helmet and gasing immediately.

“Later aja.”

“I want to say something.” On the way Brielle said, very curious how Awang treated Likta earlier. Because not only does it look pale, his best friend's eyes look puffy.

“Soal?”

“Om Awang.”

“You heard me talking to Om Awang?” Likta's question was almost inaudible due to the wind.

“Not exactly that, just your voice was like a crybaby.” Not so asking about the paper from under the table, mumpung Likta discussed the problem in the kitchen Brielle sabet. Who knows, his best friend is getting physical violence. “You flanked?”

“Om Awang need money to redeem motor,” said Likta lirih.

“Bus the motor?” So shocked Brielle to stop the speed of the vehicle suddenly. Luckily behind him there was no other use of the road. “You're serious?”

“He'eh.” Likta covered her face with both palms, she remembered the words Awang, the time of money so much do not have, stupid really want to sleep without pay.

Likta's cry broke, her frail shoulders shaking faintly. Dizziness immediately attacked, tight chest not a clog.

Brielle is still standing while holding the balance of her second wheeled vehicle while saying, “Likta yuk down first, later after we better leave.”

Likta nodded, slowly opening her palms, the patters of tears streaming down both cheeks. “Sorry, yes, Bri.”

After Likta got down Brielle pulled the motorcycle support with her legs, then approached to the roadside chair near the friend. “Drink first, you also have not had breakfast, pity his debay.”

“Trims, I'm confused, Bri,” I Likta, “Savings is thin.”

“Om Awang, right, the money is a lot, why repotin you?”

“Many?” Likta was confused, that day, Awang claimed he could not finance Farida's operation.

“Yes, I didn't accidentally miss this.”

Likta took a shabby kerta from Brielle's hand, flipping it over once before reading her writing. There is the name Awang with the last balance. Likta's eyelids blinked quickly, if so much why ask him for money?

However, that was not what made Likta surprised, how much of it could be from where?