I know you're cheating

Dikta Apartment

Varissa's heart is worried about an unremitting heartbeat. For a long time he had never felt this way. Varissa is like going back to her youth when she liked men in school and college. Yeah, that's what it feels like. Deg-degan, restless, happy and anxious at one time.

A clear crackle bag containing Styrofoam bowl that he held tightly. Meanwhile, the tip of his right index nail was unceasingly biting from earlier.

About 5 minutes standing in front of an elite apartment on the 15th floor of the building, Varissa's hands began to stretch out hesitating to squeeze the bell.

Go forward, back again. Go forward again, back again. Akh!!! Varissa begins to question why she could be in this place right now and act like a fool.

"The elegant one, Va! You just want to look at the sick. Why does it have to be this big, anyway?" he says his own monologue.

Varissa cleared her throat twice. Long hair a little wavy that decomposed as his boat he neatened back. Not to forget, the appearance from top to bottom also he noticed before taking a deep breath while closing his eyes.

"Come, Va! It's just Dikta. In the past, you met him every day, right? So, why now salting?"

"Who's salting?"

THE HUT!!

Varissa's breath choked while jumping in shock hit the door as the heavy flat voice shocked her from behind. Lost the power he had. The woman bit her lower lip in shame. Holy hooch! Why do I have to get caught by someone else, anyway?

"They? It's okay?" tanya Dikta was a little surprised when she saw Varissa's startled response.

She thought, the woman realized her existence because her hefty footsteps sounded filled the hallway. Moreover, the atmosphere is indeed quiet because specifically on the floor there are only two apartment units. One belonged to Dikta, and the other belonged to Doctor Imran who had been uninhabited for a very long time.

While gathering his confidence which suddenly scattered uncharacteristically, Varissa turned awkwardly to face her interlocutor.

Double kill!!!

Varissa closed her eyes for a moment. Why is this man getting more handsome with his pale face? It might sound a little strange. However, Varissa dared to swear that the pale face of Dikta due to being sick did look more handsome dazzling. Is Varissa crazy? Apparently, yes.

"Why, Va?" Dikta tried to get closer. The worry was clearly visible on his pale face.

"Nothing," replied Varissa shook her head as she raised her palm. A sign that he did not want the man to go any closer to him. Because, if it happens, then Varissa can not predict how the heart response will be. Maybe he had a heart attack before Erik.

Meanwhile, Dikta obeyed the woman's orders. He stopped stepping and took a step back. The light of his eyes clearly showed disappointment.

"Maybe, that feeling will never come to your heart, Va!"

"Where are you from, Ta?" ask Varissa for pleasantries.

"Shop," replied Dikta who managed to master his feelings quickly. A white plastic bag containing some vegetables and meat was shown to Varissa.

"Say Om Imran you are sick. Huh yeah?" varissa asked with lingering nervousness.

"Fever only" replied Dikta briefly.

"Medicine Om Imran has been drunk?"

"Not yet."

"If you use courier services, the vegetables are sometimes not as fresh and as good as your own choice," replied Dikta accordingly. Yes, he is a perfectionist. Everything has to be as perfect as he wants. Moreover, Dikta is not the type of person who likes to eat out. He prefers home-cooked meals whose nutrition is of course much more assured.

"It's okay, Ta! Than a self-major like gini? If the pain gets worse, how?"

Hearing Varissa's Tirade, Dikta gave a small laugh. The man was not aware that the effect of his laughter was able to make the fragile heart of Varissa increasingly beat unbecoming.

"Geez! Why is his laugh so sweet?" varissa murmured in her heart while gulping her saliva. "No!" The woman shook her head. "You can't have more feelings for another man, Va! Remember that! You are still the wife of someone. Don't you do the same to Erik!"

"Get in first, yuk!" take Dikta while pressing the pin of his apartment.

"Come on!" take the man when he finds Varissa still sitting at the door.

"Yes," a quick nod to Varissa followed Dikta's relaxed steps into the man's apartment.

Varissa was stunned when she saw how neat the contents of Dikta's apartment room were. There is no messy impression at all like most single men who live alone out there. Everything is neatly arranged with an amazingly calm and comfortable atmosphere.

"Sit down! I want to make you drink" said Dikta.

"Eh," Varissa held Dikta's arm involuntarily. And, when he realized his actions, he quickly pulled back his hand while trying to turn his face that suddenly felt hot due to the sharp piercing gaze of the man who had collided with his net.

"You don't have to make me drink. You're sick again. So, do not be too much activity," Varissa said the reason for holding Dikta's arm.

Dikta nodded in understanding. "If so, I'll get some white water, yes! All right, you want to keep your vegetables in the fridge first," she said with a big smile.

Varissa felt very awkward for now. Many things he wanted to express to Dikta but was afraid of making more feelings for the man even more growing. In fact, from the beginning knowing Erik's affair, Varissa was committed to herself. He doesn't want to be attached to any man before his divorce and Erik is really official. He had to part with the lowly man in an honorable state.

"Let me alone," said Varissa who after a few seconds of war with her own feelings finally decided to follow Dikta into the kitchen.

The woman took over Dikta's task of putting together the fresh vegetables of Dikta's groceries in the refrigerator.

"I have chicken porridge for you. Eaten up!" he said without looking.

Dikta's eyes stared at the clear crackle that was lying on top of the pantry. His hand grabbed the food and opened it.

"Thank you" he said sincerely.

"It's just been eaten and it's still warm, Ta!" varissa.

Dikta nodded obediently despite not being seen by Varissa. The man again laughed a little while enjoying the porridge given by the woman who once filled his heart in a long time.

"You're still as chatty as you used to be, Va! Not changed at all!"

THE BLUSH!

Varissa's cheeks are getting hotter. Whether it's a compliment or a satire, but Varissa's heart still responds to it as something touching. Unknowingly, he smiled a little. I don't know what a million eyes in the past could miss a man as perfect as Dikta for a long time.