Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 045: Dish Cover

While Tiarnan bathe Likta prepare rice and home-based special seasonings, given additional vegetables. Do not forget the egg ceplok which adds special taste.

Awang glanced cynically at Likta, said ketus, “One time lift foot from this house do not expect to return!”

Likta looked up for a moment to hear Farida's husband's threat, she had already resignedly accepted the consequences after making her decision.

“Eat first, Om.”

Awang passed by Likta without saying anything, the man was ready to come out of the middle room, wearing a jacket made of thick and strong cloth commonly used as a trouser material.

“Om going to the hospital, right?”

Once again Likta was ignored, finally the pregnant woman followed Awang to the front. He felt guilty for causing chaos. If only Tiarnan did not come—does he really be calm—or actually expect the presence of the father of the baby.

“Om Awang.”

“Urus is your arrogant husband! Me and Farida do not need to return the favor from you,” snapped Awang until Wiwik next door neighbor who happened to pass by turned his head.

As a close neighbor of the woman did not know the news of Likta's marriage, she could have made this a gossip of the local residents.

“What? Shame to admit to his own depravity?” sindir Awang was deep in Likta's heart, the man smiled with satisfaction at the sight of his nephew watered. “From the first it was usually just crying!”

“For whatever reason, your mother must have cried in the grave for having a lo*te child like you!” cerca Crew. “Shame the good name of the family, right said Ayon if you are an unlucky carrier!”

“Enough, Om!” likta shouted in a raucous voice, originally wiping away the roar of tears on both cheeks. “From now on Om don't worry, I won't be a burden on this family anymore. Thank you for taking care of Likta from childhood. Sorry if Likta can never boast of you.”

With a step gontai Likta entered the house, washing the face a lot so that the water no longer falls. His frail shoulders tiptoed while trying to hold back the cries, leaving behind a whim. Swiping his urgent snot out of his nose, he should not be seen crying in front of Tiarnan. The man cannot see the side in him.

Fried rice was served as soon as Tiarnan finished bathing, Likta was busy preparing dishes, spoons and glasses.

“I guess buy outside,” says Tiarnan so out of the bathroom, “You used to cook?”

Likta tried to avoid the man's observation. “Not always, if Aunt is tired again, but this is worth consumption, kok.” He's convincing.

“Your eyes are red, crying out?”

Likta raised her hand, took over the towel from Tiarnan. However, the husband's big palm gripped the wrist. “Because of the onion,” elaknya, the handle was slowly released, then stepped into a narrow place to dry the clothes exactly in until the bathroom, which is distinguished by a transparent glass door.

After draping the towel Likta back inside, sliding the door until tight so that the mosquitoes do not come in.

“What man hurt you?” insist Tiarnan is still unsure of the wife's confession.

“Om Awang? No, it was in a hurry to leave so did not have time to chat.” A cheerful smile fell on Likta's lips.

Tiarnan was already sitting on one of the dining table chairs, staring at Likta while propping up his chin. Moist hair slightly closes the forehead, a face that has been saucy from birth so it gets cooler.

Seeing Tiarnan in this relaxed mode at risk of triggering a heart attack, Likta tried to seem mediocre, but wanted to run away so that the feeling remained stable. Because the problem with Awang was quite disturbing to the mind, he was afraid of being upset and expecting someone's mercy.

“Enough.”

“How are you Mr Frits?”

“Papa good,” explained Tiarnan, pause when eating fried rice. Chew a few times and swallow it before saying, “Even Justice that little—”

“Si puffiness?” cut Likta, the look of her turning eyes displaying sadness. “No eating? Less energetic?”

Tiarnan shook his head with piercing lips. “I think the cat misses you, said Bi Mur, daily pacing in front of the room.”

“Eemm, so don't wait to meet,” said Likta in a sad tone.

Tiarnan's eyes narrowed, he put the spoon on the plate then asked, “Means you agree to come with me?”

“Yes, I thought about it earlier, I should not be selfish, this is also for the good of the little one.” Renung Likta, while pouring mineral water into two glasses of medium size glass, then drink a mouthful. “Can I ask?”

“Ya, say.”

“Sorry, I was listening to your conversation.” Likta seemed to take a breath, then asked a question that had occurred to him. “How can Mas Tiarnan know the financial resources of Om Awang, and who is the woman that Mas Tiarnan means?”

“Do you think it's important?”

“Very, because previously Om Awang said there was no money, therefore I have to sell motor.” Likta shifted the chair to sit on. “And not easy to find a purchase in a short time, so Auntie late to get help. I feel useless.”

“Why is that? In part it is not your obligation,” said Tiarnan, “I will reveal a little truth, but after finishing dinner.” Tiarnan feed a spoonful of fried rice to the mouth.

In the awkward gap Tiarnan observed the way Likta ate so voraciously, strangely it felt tantalizing and very intimate. Previous dinner alone with a woman does not leave an impression, but it is very different when taking place with the wife.

Charming, Likta's bulging cheeks on one side look adorable. Moving in a slow groove at each chew, her fluffy twisting eyes swung with allure.

Tiarnan's palm suddenly stretched out, gently rubbing Likta's white cheeks that were as soft as silk with fingertips. “Sorry, no. ..”

“Blepotan?” With kiku Likta rubbed his lips using the back of his hand, trying to clean food debris. “Already lost?”

“Still, there.” Point Tiarnan, then say, “Not, no, slightly to the right.”

Likta's confused face that displayed a tickling innocence, so that it was easier for Tiarnan to cut the distance. He wanted to eliminate the fictitious splinters with his lips, indeed since just now it was just a trick. There's nothing wrong with how to eat Likta. However, because it was so enchanted that it was difficult to control yourself.

Desiring to establish a close contact, so close that Tiarnan can see the brownish iris of Likta. The crackers that are wide open seem to suck themselves deeper, drowning with romantic fantasies.

Stop or this will continue on a mini-sized table, making Likta a dessert tonight.

Sweet, impossible! More than that, melted in the mouth, suitable for dealing with inflammation. Gelora ignites the coals in the soul, the jaws of Tiarnan harden, smothering the texture as soft as a yupi.