Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 007: Do You Believe in Magic?

When he heard the vibration of the phone at the table, Tiarnan lazily stuck out his hand and opened his eyes. His right arm felt numb, he turned his head to see a streak of shiny black hair hit by the solar light.

Suddenly, Tiarnan's eyes glared, the heartbeat increased when remembering the incident last night. Slowly, she shifted Likta's head, as a result of her movements, the woman turned around with her eyes closed. She now felt her own lips smile, then her eyebrows furrowed deeply as Tanya's face flashed grimly. “What I've done, it shouldn't be like this.”

The phone on the table again vibrated, Tiarnan immediately picked it up, touching the green logo pictured the phone. “Yes, hello,” whispered she was afraid Likta would wake up. He lowered his legs from the bed, clamping the phone between his ears and shoulders. Then, grabbing the pants that are lying on the floor. “What?! You have prepared a flight to Sweden, why not ask me first?”

Tiarnan turned his head, then pulled the blanket Likta up to the chin. “Oke, now you have a train ticket for Surabaya.”

Carefully, Tiarnan opened Likta's tote bag, picked up and photographed the identification and sent it to his caller. “Open a message from me and send the ticket to the address I sent. And, don't say anything to the hotel receptionist.”

For the last time, Tiarnan observed Likta's charming level, and tension spread from the tip of the foot to the heart. Anger crushes until it hurts. You may not think clearly before doing all this.

Tiarnan walked around right next to Likta, crouching beside the bed. Staring for a long time the first woman who managed to destroy her self-defense. He combed his hair repeatedly until it was messy, out of frustration. “I think it's worth it for you who have the heart to snatch Tanya.”

Before the affair became more complicated and long, Tiarnan immediately came out of the room as well as the chaos that ensued. Take care of all his administration first, give more money with the aim that his data is kept confidential. No matter what happens in the future, hotel officials are prohibited from leaking identities to anyone.

The journey from Bekasi to Halim Perdanakusuma takes about forty-five minutes, where he was greeted by an assistant and pilot who will fly his private plane to Doha, Qatar. Because to get to Sweden at least make a transit once, and depending on weather conditions.

“Where can I get a fire?” tiarnan asked after sitting comfortably on the hull of the plane. “Do you know what trigger?”

“Something shorted on one of the sandpaper cutting machine,” bright Juana, nervous while pouring coffee.

“Don't say the machine in the main warehouse.” Tiarnan flipped through the map containing news of the event regarding the fire.

“Fortunately no,” says Juana spontaneously.

“Untung? We lost Juana, god damn it. Have you filed this issue with the insurance?” Irritated, Tiarnan handed the file over to Juana.

“They promise to follow up on this, therefore Mr. Nathan wants to meet you.” While putting it back in a black leather bag, Juana asked, “Three days where have you been? I'm looking for you at Mr. Frits' house. She worries about you leaving in a hurry as soon as Tanya's funeral is over.”

“Not your business.” Tiarnan leaned back and head comfortably, his eyelids closed. “What does Papa's personal driver say something?”

“No—maybe, yes—but.” There was doubt in Juana's words.

“There's tapi? Tell me.”

“You asked her to leave in a taxi and did not give any explanation, but she had heard that you were paying people to find a lady L—eem, what does that have to do with the identity you sent me? This morning you told me to send a ticket to the hotel? You hire the services of a comfort woman?”

“You crossed the line, Juana,” snorted Tyarnan without opening his eyes, too hard to ignore the memories of Likta in his heart and mind.

“Because of what happened behind this—no, I guess after Tanya—'s departure said sir your talkative driver rough—you're like holding back emotions, like you're not, Tiarnan. What is your relationship with him? And, another one, when I went to Mr. Frits' house to see a husband and wife and a beautiful woman, actually did not mean to eavesdrop on—just happened to hear, you guys will be betrothed.”

At once Tiarnan felt a shake so great, even though the plane did not hit a cloud cloud. He straightened his back, turning his head quickly towards Juana. “You sure?”

“So please, why don't you ask Mr. Frits.” yourself

“Yeah, you're right, remind me as soon as landing. All I need right now is a complete break.” Tiarnan fell asleep after saying the last sentence.

Flights from Indonesia to Hamad International Airports, Doha, Qatar were about eight hours long, during which time Tiarnan fell asleep. As per orders, Juana did not bother her boss. Until their plane landed slowly on the runway until the pilot alerted the situation via loudspeakers.

“Heemm, yes, come down first, I'm following later,” order Siarnan.

“Oke.”

Something was missing in Tiarnan, creating a huge hole in the heart. He felt troubled, but strangely became more alive as Likta's smile passed by at a glance. “Damn it!”

To cast off the shadow of the woman, Tiarnan went to the toilet, hoping for a distraction-free mind. The freshness of the water when it hit his head to the tribe, he rushed down from the plane.

Take your phone out of your pants pocket, patiently waiting to connect. However, no visit received a response.

“Tiarnan, do you want to freeze to death?” A thick jacket draped over Juana's arm, although wearing high-heeled shoes does not reduce the agility of movement. “Play this, okay.”

“Thank you,” said Tiarnan, the road side by side with the tall woman.

“You've called Mr Frits?”

“Ya, but not yet lifted.”

Juana looks at the watch on the wrist. “Clearly, he must still be sleeping. Call in two hours.”

When viewed from public glasses, Tiarnan and Juana look harmonious like lovers. Not a boss and assistant, because they used to study at the same place. A year later, Juana called to ask Tiarnan for a job.

Duly returned the favor, Juana served the needs of Tiarnan wholeheartedly. Like now, from clothes to food. The schedule of daily activities did not escape the gaze of the beautiful woman.

They waited about two hours for the next flight, dined casually while occasionally discussing business. However, Juana's sentence seemed to enter the right ear out the left ear of Tiarnan.

“Bengong again,” grumbled Juana. “Jet lag?” A condition in which a person experiences temporary sleep disturbances after traveling long distances, making it difficult to concentrate and confusion. He never expected that Tiarnan experienced this kind of thing, because during a long trip it was always fine.

“You believe in witchcraft?”

Juana laughed at Tyarnan's question. “Actually not, but, well, it is not uncommon for some people to believe that. Why why?”

“Nothing, forget.”

On the way to Sweden, Tiarnan reflected on the mistakes he had made with Likta, he should have been responsible, but he was not. This is a commensurate reply for the person who has resulted in Tanya—adiknya died.

She is a sloppy woman, even though she already has a fiancee, just want to go with another man to get into bed, inner Tiarnan, sore.

However, another voice resonated in the ear. If indeed the Likta of the lazy woman should no longer be holy, but in reality you have desecrated her and worse still go without saying goodbye like a master thief.

“Diamond jerk!!” tiarnan.

Juana was aghast, not getting sleepy. “Yes, Lampuun, Tiarnan. What are you, anyway? The guy from earlier I was silent.”

“Sorry, I—” Instead of continuing, Tiarnan actually sauntered to the toilet.

Seven hours passed without any more strange incidents, both Tiarnan and Juana were reluctant to start a chat. Arrive at Arlanda Airports, Stockholm. The clock shows at seven in the morning local time.