Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 004: Sinting!

Tiarnan's hand squeezed Likta's hip, his forehead resting on the wife's thin-boned forehead. His eyes were almost closed, his breathing changed even faster. He just kept quiet, until he was completely immersed in the memories. First meeting with Likta.

At that time, according to Tiarnan too long to wait until Tanya's tomb dried up to meet Likta. He wanted to destroy the person who had triggered his sister's despair, whoever that person should end up in his hands. No matter she was a woman, she would make calculations with him.

But where should Tiarnan start? The woman's house or where she works? Ah, it was not important that she could find Likta, the woman Tanya mentioned in bold capital letters while sending a message before leaving the world for all eternity.

“He to Jakarta, according to info is meeting his relatives, has departed since yesterday,” said someone through a mobile network.

“I don't want to know, find him!” tiarnan. “Whatever it costs I pay cash!” Without waiting for a response, he broke off the phone.

Tiarnan's eyelids closed briefly, feeling something big and heavy squeezing his chest. Losing someone was too difficult for him to accept, especially the youngest person in his family line. Tanya shouldn't have chosen this short way of life.

There was a ringing cell phone and soon Tiarnan received. “Sorry, Tiarnan, the tantenya do not want to tell exactly where. But, if you want or maybe meet her around there, I'll send her a picture.”

“Are you kidding? I paid you remember? If only you were not—ah, you would have, send a photo of the woman,” order Tiarnan. He leaned back and closed his eyes longer, clear water flowing through both corners of the sense of sight. His fingers wiped away the tears before passing through the temple.

Tiarnan opened his eyes, fixed his sitting position while looking out the car window. In the distance, there appears a woman—-statured teenage girl— who limped pulling her suitcase. Then, sit down on the sidewalk.

Spontaneous finger Tiarnan patted the shoulder of the private driver Frits. “Pak stop, and go home by taxi.”

“Tapi—” The driver denied when he got a sharp gaze from Tiarnan. “Good, if something happens please contact me.”

After making an observation, Tiarnan stepped closer. “Excuse.” Then crouched down next to the exact same woman as the photo of her man. If not wrong, this woman is Likta. Except, the myth of the existence of twins in parts of the world can be proven. He puffed his cheeks before asking, “I'm new in this city, may you know which area?” Tiarnan could clearly see Likta frowning.

Without answering Likta pointed at the signboard. Trying to hide the appearance of the glass, eyes moist with yellowish bruises. And, there's still blue on the cheekbones.

“Oh, okay, thank you.” As soon as Tiarnan's reply moved, three steps away from where Likta was sitting cross-legged. All goes beyond the initial concept, the disturbing is—how can the woman behave indifferently. Because having only met once, it felt different for Tiarnan, no woman could be indifferent to him even at a glance. Although without a word, usually the eyes of the women sparkle full of desire.

What kind of thinking is this? Tiarnan is not allowed to feel emotions other than anger. He turned around and at that moment Likta was seen dragging her suitcase with great difficulty.

In order to smooth his plan, Tiarnan stopped Likta, offered him a ride and asked him to write together. Seeing the hesitation on the woman's face, he twisted his brain, so that he was surprised to give a guarantee of KTP.

Because, you, inner Tiarnan, he never thought it would be as easy as turning the palm of the hand when offering a walk to, Likta. Apparently true, all women tend to have something in common related to this one.

Finally, Likta followed Tiarnan's steps towards the car. The two spent a quarter of the journey in silence, until crossing the Pejagan-Pemalang toll.

Due to the feeling of fatigue, Tiarnan stopped for a while at the rest area located at KM 275.

“Eh, what do you want?” Likta created a distance of over a meter when Tiarnan was about to stick a bottle of cold water to his cheeks. The spontaneous movement contained some kind of warning, don't come near or I scream.

“Compress bruises on your face,” says Tiarnan.

“Warm water, this has counted two days.” Likta saw one of Tiarnan's hands carrying noodles that were ready to eat in paper packaging.

“It's not a good idea to wear this,” said Tiarnan, he put water and noodles on the round table. “You eat first, let me find the warm water.” The next two minutes, Tiarnan returned with a bottle of water.

“Loh, you don't buy food?” ask Likta.

“My money is limited.”

Hearing Tiarnan's confession, a mouthful of noodles stuck in front of Likta's lips for a moment. “Yeah, why didn't you tell me? Wait, let me buy you a new one.”

“I am not hungry yet,” I am Tiarnan, but the resident remains in his stomach betrayed, roaring so hard.

Likta's sexy little lips were wide enough, revealing a series of white and neat teeth. “Please charge traveling.”

Oh, shit, when does the rottenness of Likta look, inner Tiarnan. Out of will, it is not boring to observe every move Likta, the simple style of the woman ensnared him accidentally. Or it was just his naive thought, that Likta had originally intended to trap him. Sowing seeds of love aimed at making more profit.

In addition to buying Tiarnan noodles, Likta also brought coffee. Because, the man did not want to change places, insisted on driving to the destination.

Because it has no chat material Likta easily fall asleep, but intermittently wake up. Like making sure something inside of him remains untouched. “Where to?”

“Live four more tolls,” Terang Tiarnan. He is currently resting at one of the gas stations. “Do not mind, right, if you take a shower in a public toilet?”

Tiarnan nourishes the hair with fingers, why the constancy of the soul is now starting to be fragile. “Women are impostors!” He tried to flush out the hatred that was beginning to wither away. Desperate to convince themselves to hate, but ...

Oh, my God, that's so pretty. Tiarnan's heart broke the order, setting aside the initial goal of meeting Likta.

“Loh, no shower?” ask Likta from the open passenger window. “I want to buy food, later lock the car like I have not returned.”

Likta immediately left after putting a plastic bag containing dirty clothes into the suitcase. Then, take a leisurely stroll towards the all-round hawker center.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned, Tiarnan had yet to come. Likta took shelter in the shadow of the car, taking off one of the shoes for the seat. He was seen cradling two packs of rice, probably going to eat on his return.

From a distance, Tiarnan never took a second to look away. “Quite, it's been past half an hour.” He also ran small.

“For a long time, I thought you fainted from exhaustion,” Likta said as she handed over a packet of rice. “We can replace.”

“That's an insult,” says Tiarnan, “I can finish a job as small as this.” Now, he sat cross-legged for no reason beside Likta.

“Why men always act like they can do everything, but not necessarily that tough. Sometimes men need to rest, share the burden with others. Or you are the type of man who—” Likta's attitude that hangs words contains a sense of arrogance.

“Continue,” concluded Tiarnan.

“Yang—”

“What's it?” urged Tiarnan, starting to impatiently wait for the continuation of Likta's words.

“Don't shout, shy to see,” whispered Likta while raising her chin in the intended direction. “You used to be in control, right?”

“There are men who don't like to be in control?” sahut Tiarnan origin while eating a spoonful of rice.

Likta raised her shoulders without commenting. Then, start to pursue the rice wrap until clean unceremonious. “Alhamdulillah.”

Both of them continued the journey, a few hours through the traffic jam, finally arriving at the tourist attractions on the way.

Likta was seen rubbing his own shoulders, looking serious observing the activities of the visitors who were preparing to enjoy the excitement of extreme sports.

Without saying goodbye to Tiarnan, Likta approached one of the drives there. “Mas, want to try, dong.”

“Sebentar.” Serobot Tiarnan, he's pulling Likta's wrist. “That's a danger.”

“Dipandu masnya, kok,” said Likta. “Iya, right, Mas?” he nodded and looked towards the driver.

Then, Tiarnan saw one or two women start flying and almost without distance from the driver. Whether it disturbed the calmness of the heart, he could not allow others to touch Likta. “Sinting!”

“After trying paragliding, guaranteed not going crazy,” timpal Likta without knowing what Tiarnan thinks.

“You try paragliding with me or nothing!” Tiarnan.

“Dark, nih," said Likta, then linger staring at Tiarnan. “Mas, how?” Turn to face the driver.

“Too risky, we can't—”

“Sini, Mas.” Now Tiarnan herded the mas-mas some distance from Likta. Whispering while nodding and shaking hands steadily.

“Beres, yuk!”

What the two experienced that day was quite unexpected, fun, thrilling, exciting. Who would have thought, Tiarnan who drove Likta while enjoying the excitement of hovering using a parachute.

Because they were tired and the day began in the afternoon they decided to stay around the location, a minimalist house that perched firmly on the tree.

Tiarnan's feet seemed heavy to step and say goodbye. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, thank you,” said Likta sincerely before entering the house that has been rented.