Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 043: Confusing

The nurse came out of the room, and Likta jumped out of her seat. “What's the state of my aunt, Sus?”

“Good news, we saw the movement,” bright sister, “Doctor is making sure the development, one of you is allowed in.”

“Good, thank you,” said Likta, feeling the palm of Tiarnan's hand on the shoulder lightly massaged, her slender fingers lifted into the back of her husband's hand. He looked up, seeing a smile on the man's natural red lips.

This was so confusing, Likta put aside the strange feelings related to Tiarnan's attitude and went into the ward. Her net looked at Farida's nanar lying on top of the gurney.

“He's awake, Dok?”

Farida's eyelids felt heavy, she heard a familiar soft voice in the ears. The goal of moving the fertilizer, bright light infiltrated through the blemish of the eye. He felt the pupil pierced by the light, hurt to close it tightly.

“Tante Farida,” reprimand Likta says.

A very familiar voice rang out again, Farida's eyelids opened again and a sharp beam pierced the cornea. To dispel the glare, he winked, so that the figure in front of him was faintly visible.

When searching for information in the head about the person in front of her, Farida felt her brain squeezed so hard that she felt an unspeakable pain. Want to give a massage to reduce pain, but the hands are difficult to move.

“Tante Farida.”

There was a calling, her voice was finely infiltrated, but who thought Farida? He opened his eyelids so he could recognize the owner of the voice.

“Thank God, I'm sober. I, Rendra the doctor who handles you,” said the doctor, “You are in the hospital.”

Farida looked at the radiant face before her and did not recognize her.

“Here is a nephew, Mother,” explained Rendra.

Farida was anxious, but her throat was dry. It was difficult to make a sound, he turned his head slowly looking for the whereabouts of the person his nephew was referring to—Likta. However, such a small movement made his head throb in agony, involuntarily at the muzzling.

“Bu Farida, open your eyes, stay awake! Otherwise Mother's consciousness will be lost,” Rendra commands when her patient again closes his eyes.

His head was getting painful as if hit by a godam, Farida felt tears flowing through the corner of the eye.

“Tante,” whispered Likta, gently rubbing the back of Farida's hand. “Build, Aunt must be strong.”

The look in her eyes implied novelty, confusion, and like she was about to say something, Farida tried to talk, but needed water to wet her throat. “Haus.”

As per the doctor's advice, Likta gave a little drink, just washing the lips and throat. Judging by Farida's reaction, his eyes did not reveal any emptiness. Hopefully what is expected to happen, there is no damage to the brain tissue.

“Mother remember what her name is, Mommy?” asked Rendra and replied a weak nod from Farida. “Sgratitude.”

That night became a happy day, Likta passed the rest of the day with a smile always on them. The doctor allowed Tiarnan to come in for a moment to say hello. Even so, doctors also recommend that the two not talk too much and let the patient rest.

Farida asked her husband and son, for that Likta asked Tiarnan to take her home.

“You will not have to go back to the hospital, let her husband take care of her,”, Tiarnan said on the way.

Likta was reluctant to admit, all his energy was drained. It takes a lot of rest. Hopefully this time Awang will take turns to accompany Farida.

They arrived a few minutes later, Likta got off the motor and took the key and opened the gate two meters wide. He saw the living room lights still on, then entered and said his greetings. However, there is no lawfulness.

“Om,” Excitement Likta, “Om Awang!”

With a matted face of Awang coming out of the room, he asked while yawning. “Loh, really, go home, see who's guarding?”

“Oh.”

Hearing the pitched comments did not ignore the fingers Tiarnan clenched, for the sake of sanity he tried to stay calm. He refrained from crashing the dividing curtain between the living room and the living room.

“You've been there again, right?” ask Awang lightly while pouring drinking water, downing the contents to the toilet. “How is it developing?”

“Alhamdulillah, fine,” replied Likta.

“Ya, already tomorrow I go there,” said Awang while ago.

“But, Om—”

“Aparticularly?”

“Likta!” The cry of Tiarnan.

Awang turned to the restrictions of the room, his forehead frowning. “Who is it?”

“Mas Tiarnan,” said Likta along with a tall man flicking curtains.

“Goodnight, Sir,” say hello to Tiarnan later, “can talk for a while?” He said that while giving a code so that Likta would not worry about any heated talks.

The two of them walked into the living room, leaving Likta who was still fixated. The woman knew her husband planned something, had a hidden purpose to smooth out everything he wanted.

Likta ventured out peering from the thick fabric gap of the room divider, her net staring at Tiarnan who was sitting on the sofa full of confidence. And, he was willing to bet that the uncle was trying hard not to look intimidated.

“Do not expect you to be well received in this house after polluting one of our family members,” said Awang, not trying to raise your eyes, the man closed his self-reaction by removing a limited number of cigarettes.

Tiarnan moved his eyebrows up to the next height, a relaxed expression clearly emblazoned on his face. “We are married, practically cleaning stains on her.”

“Cleanup? Did I not hear wrong? She came home alone four days ago, while you appeared on the television screen with another woman.” Despite saying so, Awang still turned his gaze. Throw your face out the window.

Tiarnan's eyes narrowed and only God knows the mechanism of action of his intelligent brain right now. “You try to rate me?” His tone of speech and manner of view were mere conditions of ridicule. “Such things are common among the top. The whole is based on business only.”

Awang's laughter accompanied the speech. “For us it is an insult, as a parent, I will not let others hurt his feelings.”

“Parents who have the heart to blackmail their own nephew, don't you think?”

“What do you mean?” sentak Awang's.

“I am not near Likta every time, but all the activity is in my view,” said Tiarnan flat. “Do you think I don't know if all the medical expenses of his tantenya he is responsible.”

“Oh, I get it now, so want to play it? No need to worry, all charges replace!”

Behind the curtain that covered Likta was blown, apparently Awang's savings were intended to replace Farida's operating costs. But why not tell me from the beginning? So as to cause prejudice in the mind of Likta.

However, Tiarnan ignored the booze. “Well, where did the money come from to reimburse all the expenses Likta had already incurred? What is the source of the woman who came here before?”

Awang shook his back to the backrest, turning his head quickly towards Tiarnan. His heart began to beat alarmingly warning signs.

“What you have just heard, one of the facts within my reach,” said Tiarnan without arrogance, because that is the fact, the thing that makes people think millions of times to evade all his knowledge. “With or without your consent, I will take Likta out of this house. And, from now on don't ever bother him again.”

It's like breaking the head, Tiarnan himself is not out of thought, on the other hand wants to make Likta suffer, but not willing anyone to hurt him.