Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 044: A Meaningless Heart

The living room was momentarily shrouded in tension, after a long appreciable pause Tiarnan stood up, towering beyond reproach.

“Can I excuse you?” Tiarnan did not really ask for permission, so it just passed into the living room. He was looking for his wife's whereabouts. “Likta!”

“Ya, here,” sahut from behind the room with the single door fully open.

Sounding a step closer, Tiarnan leaned on the frame while folding his arms in front of his chest. Looking relaxed and indifferent, he looked around the room. He saw Likta standing in front of a cupboard measuring not up to two meters. His wife's hip curve looks tight because it is interested in the stomach that starts to swell, he really wants to rub his palm there.

“Have packed?”

“I can not go so, especially leaving aunt in this condition,” explained Likta while removing a change of clothes, the look of her face looked sad and earnest.

“There's Mr Awang, right? I'll find a personal nurse.” Tiarnan refused the shoulder from the frame then approached Likta, sitting at the end of the bed, his long legs bent uncomfortable because the cots in the room were shorter. She focused both elbows on her knees and said, “If you are pregnant with my child, there is no reason to stay apart. Anyway, I have the right to be involved in your life and that baby.”

Likta hid her surprise by saying, “Give me time to think, while tonight Mas Tiarnan is back at the hotel.” Because he did not get the advice he turned to look at Tiarnan. The net found a charming face that was difficult to describe with words. With his heart racing he asked, “As soon as he arrived in Surabaya, Mas Tiarnan stayed where?” The man's shoulders were poking.

The shirt that was draped on Likta's arm slumped, she bent down to take it back and was draped to the back of the wooden chair. Pull the bench away from the table, then sit down. “Mas Tiarnan does not plan to stay here for a while, right?”

“You mind?”

“Not at all, eeunnn, yes already while Mas Tiarnan is here, let me prepare the guest room.” Likta got up from sitting nervously, and simultaneously felt Tiarnan's big fingers grabbing onto her wrists. The sudden touch drained the blood in the veins faster and warmer, he almost lost balance due to the leg seemed to meager. “Need something?” tanyanya trembling.

“What do you say when you sleep alone?” The offended jail smile on Tiarnan's lips, delicious, I've come all the way to the guest room bed, his mind.

“The mattress in my room is too narrow to accommodate two people,” explained Likta, “If you sleep in the same position all night, later Mas Tiarnan achy.”

“You deliberately avoided me?”

“Yes, I'm afraid of being too emotionally attached to you.”

“Why?” tiarnan asked flatly, and had his own answers to his questions. Because your heart already belongs to someone else, but I don't care, after all, right now your status is my wife. I don't want that person to be happy with you, having the heart to leave Tanya. Because he was engrossed in his own thoughts, he did not hear the words of Likta. “Where?”

“I'm used to myself.” Created deep wrinkles when Likta knitted her forehead, while making her mind, lah, I said that long, really not heard, maybe this is good luck for me, was not it accidentally admitted my own feelings. “Eem, yes if you don't mind staying in a room as small as this, while I take a shower, Mas Tiarnan can rest.”

Likta continued the steps towards the door, before fully exiting turned around and asked, “Mas Tiarnan want fried rice?”

“Bby.”

As soon as Likta, Tiarnan laid his body to the bed with his legs hanging from his knees. Staring at the ceiling of the room nuanced turkuois, a flash of events in Jepara flashed.

Tiarnan recalled his last conversation with Violacea before leaving for Surabaya. They sit in an office that according to lay people's glasses is specifically designed as a place to intimidate visitors, not a comfortable room for casual conversation. All is clear from the wall paint that is dominated by masculine colors, also confirmed the existence of high-value furniture. Until people are afraid to move and damage the existing order.

The incoming call on Frits' phone, the middle-aged man left the room. And, this was an opportunity for Tiarnan to step down, but was soon prevented by Violacea speech.

“Tiarnan, since you look restless,” guess Violacea.

Realizing that the model was secretly concerned about the small details of her unrest, Tiarnan's eyebrows shot up as she glanced at the thick rippling face of Violacea.

“I know what you're thinking,” Violacea chirps when it doesn't get a response. “Still expecting Likta?”

With a heavy heart, Tiarnan sat back down, curiously urging him to stay, while waiting for the goal of Violacea to allude to Likta. “Simplify aja.”

“Didn't you feel like Likta left because you wanted to be free?” revealed Violacea and deliberately gave a pause, “I'm worried she loves others.”

“What's the reason?” tiarnan asked annoyed, but quite entertained, how far this model digs information related to the wife.

“You don't intend to force anything, do you?” Violacea is like looking for the right sentence before continuing. “I know sometimes love doesn't look at logic. However, try to think that until the sloping news of Likta's escape because other men are heard by people, it must have an effect on your efforts, right?”

“It must be interesting.”

“Are you crazy?” violacea Mummings. “Well, even though we didn't know each other before, at least our parents both know. Om Frits knows I'm the best for you,” said Violacea confident sales of beauty products when peddling merchandise.

Awesome, looking at the minds of highly educated people, issued words of wisdom as a jumping stone in winning their own desires. Tiarnan looked at Violacea without responding.

“You won't get anything, especially his heart. Likta certainly loves that person so much, that it easily leaves you without explanation.” Violacea.

“Sekeping heart does not mean as long as I get Likta in real form,” I am Tiarnan half serious, “Omong - by the way why are you so sure if my wife has a relationship with someone else?”

Angan Tiarnan solved by the arrival of Likta, fresh aroma infiltrated the respiratory senses. He looked at his wife from the tip of the foot to the top of the head, his long hair curled up to reveal a moist white neck.

“Mas Tiarnan bring change of clothes?”

Tiarnan shook his head without turning his hungry gaze towards Likta.

“Before a while, I think I have a new T-shirt, hopefully the size fits,” Oceh Likta, do not pay attention to the look of the eyes hunting the husband. “Well, here it is,” he exclaimed then turned to face Tiarnan, holding out a neatly folded plastic wrapped T-shirt.

“Sorry, only the tops are.”

“More than enough.”