Surviving Pain Separating Difficult
Chapter 049: No Debate!
Likta turned her face every time she met face to face with Tiarnan this morning, she was astonished when she saw the kitchen table full of food. Obviously the man ordered through the app.
“Do you still cramp often?” tanya Tiarnan, tired of being inhabited by wives. “Likta,” call him.
“Hemm.”
“Still frequent cramps?” Tiarnan leaned in after pulling the chair closer.
“Ya.”
Spontaneous large fingers Tiarnan touched Likta's stomach and was immediately repelled by it. “Not there, but here!” While pointing at the chest, disappointment was implied.
There was an awkward emotional pull on Tiarnan's heart, why he suddenly felt like the world's most jerk. With regretful eyes he saw Likta engrossed in biscuits, occasionally breaking the dried bread pieces and then dipped in warm tea.
Tiarnan knew he was on the wrong side of last night's fight. He was too shocked to get a rejection from Likta, maybe if the woman wanted to behave like a wife, all would not happen.
Only now did Tiarnan realize he was not treating Likta properly, often throwing a boomerang. Do not hesitate to throw the worst judgment that first comes to mind.
Tiarnan. “About overnight—”
Likta's chin was raised, biscuits that were about to enter his mouth hung in the air. His turning eyes instantly narrowed in an instant, alert in case it got a dawn attack. He was very tired after shedding tears all night. Nonchalantly he resumed eating because the speech of Tiarnan paused.
“I.” A word was heard and Tiarnan again created a gap. “After I thought last night.”
Long waiting for the words of Tiarnan, Likta returned to biscuits. The next minute, he sipped tea and so on until the man in front of him was able to finish what he was about to say.
“Night I've—” Till there Tyarnan's sentence was restrained again, he flipped the empty cup, as if he could find the word piece behind it. “I feel guilty for saying rude, I hope you will accept my apology.”
“Why would you say sorry it's so hard?” ask Likta, then take another piece of biscuit, break the cookie in half. “If an apology hurts your ego too much there is no need to force.”
“Likta, please,” said Tiarnan, his irises looked pushy, “starting this morning let's learn to understand each other. For the sake of our baby.”
Likta's heart was tapped to hear the compassion contained in Tiarnan's plea. He also wanted to put an end to all the tension, but doubtfully, did the man mean it? There is no other meaning. So far his emotions are unpredictable, sometimes sweet, while speech is often as sharp as a dagger.
More and more here Likta thought why Tiarnan kept trying to hurt him with spicy words. As long as you remember, never once did he go bad.
One of the crackers accidentally crumpled, Likta's springy fingers impulsively clasped when recalling the unfounded squabbles since her marriage to Tiarnan.
“Mas Tiarnan can unite these biscuits as before?”
“You mean?”
“Again this my heart, it's already broken. I can indeed forgive Mas Tiarnan, but can not forget how you looked at me before.”
“I do not ask you to forget all my harsh treatment,” Tiarnan said, reaching out to take the biscuits and then break them. The fingertips removed the biscuit flakes from Likta and put them together with some of hers.
Without deciding the gaze of Tiarnan continued, a short head— moistened the crackers of biscuits with a little water to become a batter. Then, glue the two biscuits together.
“I'm not a doctor who can perform transplants so that liver function can work normally, but all I want to do is give as my heart to replace your broken heart,” clearly Tiarnan then opened a jar of chocolate jam and smeared the pastry in hand until it did not look cracked, its appearance looks tantalizing.
Likta clucked in annoyance, then said, “This heart is not a biscuit! It can't fix it that easily. Cheating!”
“Loh, I just continue what you have started,” timpal Tyarnan, “please, don't frown. If you can't forgive me completely it's okay.”
As he left the dining table, Likta galloped towards the room.
“Likta,” exclamation Tiarnan, knock on door. “Open, we're going, right? Do you still cramp often?”
“What do you care?”
“Of course I care, we'll leave for Sweden tomorrow. I had a consultation with Riza last night and she asked if you still cramp.”
The door of the room opened. “Sweden?”
“Yes, I have important business there.”
“I don't want to come.”
“Loh, how, anyway. He said last night he decided to come with me?”
“Iya, but to Jakarta, not abroad.”
“This is not an offer, Likta, for now you are obliged to follow wherever I go, without exception.”
“Is it too heavy for you to come with me?” ask Tiarnan, “or do you have any promises with others?”
“Iya,” I Likta.
“Cancel!”
“Could not, instead I want to ask permission Mas Tiarnan to return to Surabaya after a month in Jakarta.”
“Visiting Aunt Farida?” ask Tiarnan, wonder.
“That's one of them.”
“How many people do you want to meet?”
“That must be three,” replied Likta, honestly.
“Who?”
“Brielle.”
“Terus?”
“The most important person in my life.” Likta said, a glimpse of sadness from the radiance of his turning eyes.
“How important until you think I will give permission?” Tiarnan.
“Very, as important as my breath.” Likta's memories, covering a short face before returning Tiarnan's suspicious gaze. Then, restore the long hair that unravels freely.
“Means not to,” concluded Tiarnan.
“Loh, why?”
“Because of my plan, stay in Sweden long.”
“During Mas Tiarnan in Sweden I can stay in Jakarta,” refer Likta.
“I don't want you alone.”
“Come on, don't be silly. Nothing will happen with me here, I mean as long as Mas Tiarnan goes I can take care of myself.”
“The fact is not so, Violacea can meet you at any time and remember the story of last night your relationship sounds less good, especially for your pregnancy,” said Tiarnan. “I'm afraid you cramp again.”
“It has entered the 15th week if not wrong, so safe, kok.”
“No.” Tiarnan.
“Gini, deh, I can stay in Surabaya.”
“Ti. Dak!” Tiarnan.
“Why, anyway? If the problem is only Violacea I can deal with it. He may not be here.”
“Salah.”
“Did Mas Tiarnan underestimate me? Come on, I'm not that weak,” protest Likta.
Tiarnan felt the sting of pride knowing the woman he married was so tough. It is easy to cry, but able to face a problem of this magnitude.
Tanya's shadow flashed, her sister was clearly not as lucky as Likta. The man refused to take responsibility for his mistake, urging poor Tanya to choose a shortcut.
Unknowingly Tiarnan shuddered in horror, provocatively the shadow of Tanya's bulging stomach grew pain.
“Mas Tiarnan, why is your face suddenly pale?” reprimand Likta, take a step forward to touch the forehead, ensure the condition of the husband. Moist and cold. “Come breakfast, after that—”
“You're coming with me, no debate.”
Likta sighed. “I'm going to the hospital today.”
“No problem, we are all alone,” stressed Tiarnan.
