Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 040: I'm Satisfied, Deh, Bri

All morning until the afternoon of the day, Likta struggled with work and without tolerance Brielle told her to take care of the documents. His best friend insisted that he not work too hard, especially close to sick animals.

After work, the two were both pensive in the parking lot, sitting quietly in an iron chair near the guard post before leaving the clinic. Likta said she would visit Farida immediately, while Brielle made sure her best friend was getting more rest.

With full awareness, Brielle turned Likta's attention away from thinking too much about Awang's problem. She did not want the pregnant woman to be too stressed, it was difficult to control the minds of others. However, the girl with narrow eyes tried hard to deflect the attention of her friend.

“Before going to the hospital let's eat first in the usual place,” invite Brielle to break the silence.

“Au—”

“Mau, right?” Brielle blinked, offering a pleading gaze. “We haven't seen you in a long time, you know, since you went to Bali.”

Likta exhales heavily, “Oke. Eeun, but Bri—do you think I asked directly to Om Awang about the money?”

“Iya, than you bother looking for a loan to redeem Om Awang.” motor

Counted one minute Likta daydreaming, instead of regretting or objecting to losing a favorite bike, but Awang's confession a few days ago now clearly disturbs the mind.

According to the printed evidence of the money, the man had more than enough savings to act quickly to save Farida, then why was he waiting for her arrival. Falling in the bathroom is no less dangerous than an accident on the highway, especially to cause head injury.

This was too difficult for Likta's common sense to digest, her backside head throbbing, dizzy making the view slightly blurred. He held on to Brielle's arm for a moment, breathing in more oxygen.

“Likta, you why?” brielle asked, worried. “Original, you are very pale.”

“Agot dizzy.”

“Wait a minute I bought you a drink,” pinta Brielle.

A small smile was engraved on both corners of Likta's lips. “No need, faster find better food.” The rest of her words were revealed inwardly, Dan, I can hurry to the hospital.

Likta memicing when staring far away at the western horizon, Sang Batara Surya slowly pulled over at the horizon, spreading a graceful shade of bamboo. Lately observing the beauty of the universe feels reassuring soul that is being hit by a storm, the natural scenery managed to tear apart the prejudice wrapped in despair in him.

All the transverse aral almost made Likta fall down and afraid to wake up. However, it should be grateful because he still gets a helping hand from loved ones, whatever the path is well enjoyed with great heart.

“OK, yuk!”

The two teenage women flocked to a roadside tent shop. Park the motorbike on the shoulder of the road, so can the seat directly order food and drinks.

Because many of them have to wait patiently, two iced teas delivered first.

“Thank you,” said they were compact.

“So surely what date did Calvin officially come with his family?” Likta started the chat.

“We are still buying shipping,” bright Brielle, “If there is no obstacle in a month.”

“Eemm, his art,” said Likta. “Finally after dating from SMA to pelaminan.”

“Not yet, still application.”

“For me the same, the destination is there.” Likta was silent for a long time, then muttered, “Bri.”

“As long as I go, how many times have you met Aunt Farida?”

“Pas in the market between Mama that time.” Remember Brielle, index finger tapping on the table lightly, like trying to remember something that might be forgotten. “Oh, yes I remember. Can't say I met too, anyway, just happened to pass by. About a week ago like, I saw a car parking carelessly outside the home page.”

“Front of home Om Awang?”

“He'em, but don't know either, it's your guest or Miss Wiwik. I'm in a hurry, anyway, so not how careful.”

“Eeun.”

Both orders have been between, Likta and Brielle pursue food in silence.

“After this you want to go back to the hospital directly? You why?” brielle asked, seeing Likta's movements restrained. “Bring baby yes, so no appetite?”

Pregnant women are faithful in mute, afraid of being mistaken or imagining the impossible. He felt the atmosphere around the tent stall change, the coinciding people facing towards him flinching. At first he thought it was just a mere coincidence, but as soon as the gentle wind blew it only realized the presence of someone.

The feathers bristled and the blood rustled warmly in the veins. Before turning around Likta noticed the person's presence, hesitatingly she looked back.

Likta's throat seemed to be clogged, an impeccable tall figure blocking the path of the person behind him. Behind the sunglasses, the person scanned around and was fixed towards him.

Likta's sensitive ears heard the murmuring amazed every woman, and she dared to swear the man was clearly aware of it. Like the spread of charm take off eye protection in style, take wide steps when approaching the table, then sit back on the opposite chair.

“Mas Tiarnan, how—” Likta's words stopped with a wave of his hand.

One of the waitresses approached. “Ya, Mas?”

“Es orange one,” said Tiarnan, without taking a look from Likta, then said, “Continue.”

Likta felt her feet being stepped on. “Ma—Mas Tiarnan Introduce this Brielle.” Glancing at the friend. “Bri, this is Mas Tiarnan.”

Staring at Tiarnan without pause made Likta misbehave, her hands trembling when reaching for a glass. “I'm full, Deh, Bri.”

Tiarnan's forehead furrowed until his thick eyebrows almost met and miraculously Likta's appetite came back. Even Brielle made head bobbles, rice and side dishes on a clean plate without any noise.

“Alhamdulillah,” said Likta, then sipped a little iced tea.

Brielle shifted her seat, putting an open palm on the side of Likta's ear. “I go back first yes, if there is any phone, I am ready 24 hours.”

Impulsively Likta clasped tightly onto the back of Brielle's hand on the table. “Yes, thanks. Careful,” he said in a blink.

Before actually leaving Brielle nodded reluctantly towards Tiarnan. “Mari, Mas,” its fare is unrequited. Then, take a thousand steps to cover up the embarrassment. Feels like a dream to meet an important person like Likta's husband. A aura of mastery emanated in the face that seemed grim, but attracted attention. Oh, my gosh, remember Calvin, Bri! Reminds itself.

Bring Brielle in front of the seller and look quickly at the place where she had eaten. “Still, yes, Mas!”

Apparently, Tiarnan has given more money to the sale, so the visitors who come today do not need to pay.

“Already,” tanya Tiarnan then reached out.

Likta looked up, staring confusedly at the figure who always came like a genie. She flinch, must be happy for the presence of this man or should be afraid of various goals that encourage the husband to come?