Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 006: Shhtt

Likta's phone rang a few times, Tiarnan only watched for a moment as the woman was currently going to the toilet.

“Sorry, Sorry, I was too long ago, had stopped by for a drink,” said Likta while handing over coffee in a bottle. Then, hear the phone being charged ringing. “Brielle? Yes, hello Bri .. yes the day after I entered work .. no, I am still on my way from Malang to Jakarta ..” He tried to open the door, then got out of the car, afraid to disturb Tiarnan.

In the car Tiarnan can not steal the listen, he was curious Brielle this man or woman. Why didn't Arfid call, if they had a serious relationship. It's hard to digest, he took his cell phone out of his pants pocket. Contact one of his confidants. In order to find out more details who are the closest people to Likta.

Intention fails, Likta is back in the car. “Your boyfriend, yes?” ask Tiarnan.

Likta slightly pursed her lips while shaking in amusement. “I'm still normal, Brielle too.”

Tiarnan was more confused by Likta's nyeleneh answer, but managed to master the mimic of his face illegible. “Oh, do you want me to take you home or how after I arrive?”

“Honey once passed,” said Likta, accented masygul.

Tiarnan pretended not to know what Likta said and asked, “Terlewat how?”

“Asalku Surabaya, to Jakarta just messing around, sortahturahmi to rumah—” Likta bit the tip of the lower lip before continuing her sentence. His eyes shone with a very clear fragility. “Brothers.”

“Why not when from earlier, know that I can all take you home.” Tiarnan still maintained a feigned attitude of not knowing Likta's complete identity, so asked, “What now?”

“Return to the beginning, from there I can return by train,” said Likta, then put on the seat belt. “Later to stop by the restaurant, yes.”

“Oke,” said Tiarnan, but when operating the steering wheel sense of dizziness in the head that is resistant Malang increasingly become-so and unconsciously foot stepping on the brake.

“Gosh,” exciting Likta. “What's up?”

“It looks like I—” Tiarnan lowered his head for a while then touched his forehead while leaning back. Eyes feel hot as well as watery.

“Hot once,” said Likta sympathetically after touching under the ear of Tiarnan with the back of the hand. “There should be a clinic that is not this hour, move here, let me drive.”

“No, maybe soon the dizziness goes away. We rest five minutes more,” said Tiarnan weak.

“You're tired, need a break of more than five minutes. Come on, this is not a good time to argue let alone argue.” Likta rushed out of the car, walked up to the side of Tiarnan's seat, opened the door after which he reached the tall body of the man.

Tiarnan's consciousness was almost thinning, unconscious of him starting to shiver. “Yakin can?”

“He'eh, I'll drive slowly, don't worry.” Likta sat Tiarnan down, then walked around to the side of the wheel. Turning on the engine, going slow when crossing the highway.

Tiarnan's body feels crumbled, the temperature in the car ten times cooler. He shivered, muttering softly, like whimpering. A fresh sweet fragrance infiltrated as she took a breath, Likta's jacket enveloped her at this moment.

Faintly sounded the bracing voice. “You must really rest, do not force yourself to stay awake.” Tiarnan's eyes began to weigh heavily, but could still hear smooth-pitched grunts. “Clinic oh clinic, why no one is open, anyway.”

“I need a comfortable resting place that's it,” Tiarnan murmured while correcting his sitting position.

“OK, after we buy the drug in the pharmacy,” said Likta.

“We find a restaurant first, yes?” Likta asked for approval.

“Iya, but wrapped aja.”

The car drove back, soon stopping again, Tiarnan forced his eyes open. Likta was walking around the front hood, stopping right by his side.

Likta said, “Stay overnight in this place is nothing, right. Hopefully there is room service, waste time if you stop by to buy food.”

“No problem.” Tiarnan got off the car slowly, trying to adjust the balance.

It seemed like Likta had already made a reservation, so they could go straight into one of the rooms that were there.

“Sorry, there's only one room left,” regrets Likta while helping Tiarnan lie down to bed. Not long before the door was knocked. “It looks like our order has come, jerk, yes.”

The next minute, Likta placed the tray on the nightstand and pulled the chair beside the bed, feeding Tiarnan periodically and then drinking medicine as well. “Good, now you can sleep again.”

Tiarnan's eyes half closed, feeling the soft touch of Likta's fingers compressing her forehead with a small towel.

Meanwhile, increased irritability in brain cells during fever makes Tiarnan hallucinate. The speed of the metabolic process makes the body more active and brain cells become more sensitive to stimuli.

The lights of the room were so dim and silent, Tiarnan could hear heavy and regular breathing. He remembered that he was currently with Likta, sparks of interest running through his heart. Even desire is seething. Sensual delusion is quite tempting, but the condition of the body is not possible.

"Emmm, are you awake?” Because simultaneously with the yawning of Likta's voice sounded raucous. He looked at the watch on the wrist, ensuring a allowable pause after taking the medication beforehand. “Your heat hasn't come down yet, I'll get you—”

“I need you, not medicine or anything,” Tiarnan said hoarsely. Resist the turmoil that is deliberately emphasized when in contact with Likta.

“You skipped, yes,” said Likta accompanied by a knotty smile while then, the quick motion of Tiarnan fingers pulled the wrist to plump his hot body. “It's not funny, ja—”

Tiarnan's hard lips cut off Likta's speech, sweeping and teasing with his yet so adept sense of taste. Continue to taste until both slender palms feel firmly gripped both shoulders. The small body on his originally tensed top began to relax.

Slowly, Tiarnan changed positions, without breaking the link of the lips he felt, his finger scouring the tip of Likta's clothes. A second later, he was pleased that his hands were in contact with the skin as soft as satin.

Now, Tiarnan's conscience oscillates between two desires—stop this full-blown madness or stop disorganizing with a sense of unease at the core point of the body.

However, the urge to immediately feel the warmth of being inside Likta's body blinded the mind. The next minute there is no longer a barrier around two pairs of legs that are close together.

And has come upon a sweet and intoxicating peak. Until it unconsciously urges Likta in the relationship that should be done after marriage. Tiarnan felt cold, even though his body was so hot to the touch. She faintly heard her lips say, “Sorry, please forgive me.”

“Ssttt.” Likta gently touched the forefinger to Tiarnan's lips.

Tiarnan's two arms were crying over Likta's body, stroking her softly, playing the woman's hair so mesrah. He felt Likta's fingertips forming a pattern on his chest.

While enjoying each other's sweet touch, Tiarnan smiled. His eyes felt heavy again, drowning in a sleepy cradle. If it feels this wise, why for years he closed himself from the touch of women.