Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 042: Sentimental Once

Before cutting the distance one inch Likta stuck out his tongue with a funny mimic.

“You sniffed me, huh?”

Likta's eyelids are wide open, kok, tau, heck, his mind, then issued a different sentence, “Who is also menggeledek.”

“Clearly, tau, from the rearview mirror,” muttered Tiarnan, slanted biggest smile on the corner of the lips. “Handles! I'm not an ojek.”

A reddish tinge to the cheeks, surely Likta should not be childish, she pouted briefly as she turned away. As much as possible to avoid the spotlight to investigate Tiarnan. “Mas Tiarnan has been spying on me all this time, huh?”

“What are you expecting?” answers Tiarnan glanced over his shoulder, then refocused on the road ahead. “I hope you are not distracted.”

“If I say disturbed, would Mas Tiarnan want to stop?”

“No,” replied Tiarnan, straightforward.

“Egois,” snorted Likta, he played the fingernail tip, then said, “Thank God after this baby was born I don't need to be in touch with people like you.”

“The more you want to release me, the greater my intention to buy time.” Little laugh escaped from Tiarnan's lips, “I don't think you're a cruel mother.”

Accusations from Tiarnan's lips stimulate the production of acid in Likta's stomach in excess. His head was dizzy unbearably, nausea rose to the throat. He hurriedly took the candy from the pocket of the tote bag.

“Is there any other option, can I stop Violacea from being a surrogate mother to my son?” likta asked, her voice sounding trembling withstanding disappointment.

How can the attitude of Siarnan so relaxed, what man who married her does not have a heart? Could it someday change? Ah, the possibility is very, very small, especially a beautiful woman waiting after the separation.

Likta sighed as she said, “Di see from your glass screen looks perfect, like a spoon and fork.”

“Sentimental once,” rebut Tiarnan, he glanced at Likta through the rearview mirror. “Is there a parable for me and you?”

Too much difference, not thinking at all, inner Likta. Then muttered, “No, I'm tired, can you lean back for a moment?”

Before giving his approval, Tiarnan's back already felt Likta's weight drooping. Both slender arms were coiled around the waist, an uncomfortable sensation of rapid rustling, he realized this was not a good time to argue.

His wife needed rest, and upon arrival at the hospital, Tiarnan planned to hire a private nurse to look after Farida. Only God knows when Aunt Likta was conscious.

Tiarnan propelled the motor in silence, occasionally removing one hand to wipe Likta's arm. “You slept?”

“Nggak.”

When the wind gusts a drop of tears, Likta closed for a moment. It was very comfortable resting on Tiarnan's back. The aroma coming from his body was reassuring, not too smelling of expensive perfume. Why did he act as if nothing had happened? It's too hard to be frank, as long as the person doesn't have the same feelings.

Why did his love grow in the wrong place, Likta held back sobs, indeed who cares if he cries? Even so, it feels wise to place all sadness in the darkest corners of the heart.

“Likta.”

“Hemm.”

“Your eating pattern these few days is irregular, huh?” tanya Tiarnan in the middle of driving concentration, “Your weight is as light as tau feather. I don't want that habit to affect the growth of the baby”

Likta sighed, at least Tiarnan worried about the safety of his future son. With this he can be a little more calm releasing the little one later on. “I ate pretty well.”

“Besok apply for work stop.”

“Of course I.”

“Halah, Mas Tiarnan's responsibility, right, there is his expired. ”

“Sok tau,” said Tiarnan did not accept, “I can give you lifetime guarantee.”

“Thank you, but it is not necessary,” said Likta masygul, while looking at the black sky studded with stars far above the head.

Like a gust of wind, Tiarnan's confession seemed to try to subvert the Likta with a soothing cold, tearing down the remaining strength he had in each application.

However, Likta did not allow that, she could stand firm until this second despite the trials coming in turns. He's too memorized by God's scenario, there's always an answer on every issue. So to hang something upon His fellow-creation, is not erroneous, but imprecise.

Likta commented on the big smile, expecting Tiarnan was the same as waiting for a shooting star in hand. It was impossible to grasp and illuminate the dark void of his soul.

“It's here, yuk!”

The gurgle got a reprimand, Likta wiped the clear water at the corner of the eye. “Wao, without asking, Mas Tiarnan can know where to go. Very good,” he said.

“Should I be flattered?” asked the original Tiarnan while removing the headgear, then reached out to help Likta. “Udah, diem why,” he said when got a rejection.

“Stop being sweet!” gerutu Likta, “Let's be harder I—”

Tiarnan folded his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Likta's next sentence. But the woman just passed by.

“Likta!” tiarnan exclaimed, taking wide steps to align the fast motion of Likta. “Wait, finish first.”

“What?”

“Yang earlier,” urged Tiarnan while reminding, “Do not rush later your stomach cramps.”

The husbands arrived at the hospital lobby, the distinctive scent of disinfectant infiltrating the sense of smell. Likta kept going, ignoring Tiarnan.

“No time, I'm two hours late,” said Likta with a hasty step through the hospital corridor. His flat heel shoes clinked quickly on the floor.

“Tante Farida.”

However, getting closer to Farida's nursery the pace of his legs increasingly swallowed, Likta was pushed back for a moment. A doctor and a nurse entered the room. He also widened his pace again, fear gripping his heart—what is his tantric condition worsening?

“Slow-slow, Dear.” Tiarnan grabbed Likta's arm, embracing the woman's shoulder. “All must be fine.”

The tranquilizing sentence of Tiarnan had no effect on Likta, his mind had now been filled with the worst possibilities regarding Farida's development. Given the post-surgery until this moment there has been no sign of self-consciousness.

The only family Likta had was Farida, she could not imagine losing both mother and father.

Without realizing the clear water seeped through the corner of the eye, Likta rubbed it before making a river on both cheeks. I was eager to call the name of the aunt out loud, but my lips could not move in the slightest. Biting at the tip of his lips that vibrate, he scooped as much air as possible.

“Tante must be fine, right?” Likta looked up, looking for seriousness at the calm level of Tiarnan. Tight fingers rub the stomach that feels stiff because of walking half-run earlier.

“Ya,” Siarnan says without worry. He noticed a faint creak on Likta's forehead, as well as the gentle movement of the wife's hand stroking her stomach. “Sit down first, after more quiet, we enter together, okay.”

Likta nodded quickly, cold sweat sticking out from the pores of the temple, flowing slowly until the hairpin tendrils stuck to the cheeks.