I know you're cheating

Michelle

BRUCK!!!

Mauren accidentally hit a man when he was in a hurry to get to his car. The woman who a while ago forced her way home from the hospital still felt dizzy in the head so that her footsteps were unstable and tended to look good.

"Fucking men!" ompat Mauren tear with a position sitting in the parking lot due to a fall due to colliding earlier.

"Well, are you okay?" The man who was hit by Mauren bowed his body. Grabbing Mauren's arm and quickly helping the woman to stand back up.

Mauren's not hounding. Throwing his arm violently then approached his car quickly and entered into it. Not until two minutes, the black sedan car he drove quickly left the place.

"How good is that woman compared to Varissa?" muttered Dikta who was inexhaustible with Erik's taste.

Not long after, Dikta decided to enter the luxury restaurant in front of him. Take a seat at one of the tables right next to the table Varissa and Erik.

Varissa's eyes immediately bought when she realized who was sitting at the table next to her. The woman suddenly misbehaved. Resting his hair a few times while trying to regulate the rhythm of his breathing which suddenly far rang faster.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" asked Erik who was aware of the change in attitude of the wife.

"Hmm?" Varissa. Staring at Erik's face with a clueless expression.

"Why is your face suddenly red?"

Varissa reflexes holding both cheeks. He glanced thinly at the next table timidly. Then, it turned away quickly as Dikta's sharp gaze collided with his neutrals.

"Perhaps because most drink wine" Varissa replied.

If Varissa is so unable to control himself, then another case with Dikta. The man remained the same as always. Quiet, flat, cold and full of dignity though his clothes were not as formal as Varissa and Erik. He also did not glance at Varissa at all. He behaved as if he did not know the woman at all.

"Why did you come here, anyway? Not rest, but wandering. If the pain gets worse, how?"

A few moments later, a servant approached Dikta. The two seemed to talk for a while before Dikta was finally led by the waiter to the second floor of the restaurant which Varissa knew as a private room.

"Who's she going to see?" murmured Varissa with a god-level curiosity.

"You know him?" asked Erik who immediately scattered Varissa's daydream.

"Who?"

"The man was" answered Erik. "Kok daritadi you're concerned about him continuing?"

Varissa shook her head quickly. "No. Earlier, I thought he was our college student first. But, it wasn't."

"Oh," Erik nodded. The man resumed eating. Meanwhile, Varissa still wondered in her heart about who Dikta met in the second floor private room.

"Darling! Can I ask you something?" asked Erik after the food was left unnoticed.

An envelope he took out of his pocket. She took some paper out of the envelope and thrust it directly in front of Varissa.

"These are your asset transfer files on my behalf. Sign now, yes! You see, if in a long time, I can not manage some things that are urgent in our company," pleaded Erik.

"Absolutely so, right now, Mom?" Varissa pretended to ask. Though, he already knew Erik's intention of asking him to speed up the transfer of that asset. Her beloved husband wants to quickly master her property and then remove Varissa and replace her with an immoral woman.

"What are you doing too, anyway? Wouldn't it be that in my hands, everything would be even better? Or, you don't trust your own husband?"

"No, no" murmured Varissa in the heart.

"It's not like that, Mom!"

"Yes, you sign now, yeah!" persuade Erik impatiently.

DRRTA!!

"Not lifted, my mother?" ask Varissa.

"Give it, it doesn't matter. What's more important now is that you sign" said Erik, who tried not to be distracted by calls that kept coming on his phone.

"Ih, check first, Mom! Who knows from the office people," forced Varissa.

Erik clucking. A little lazy, he opened the incoming message in the WA application.

[If you don't show up in 30 minutes, I'll send our perverted video to your fucking wife, Mas!]

"**!*!" Erik curses involuntarily. I want him to hit the table hard if there's no Varissa in front of him. Why did Mauren have to act at the wrong time?

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" ask Varissa pretend. In fact, in her heart the woman cheered triumphantly.

"Darling, I suddenly had an urgent need. You go home alone, is it okay?" Erik moved from his seat. Pecking the top of Varissa's head just before walking hurriedly left his wife alone in that place.

"Thank you very much, Mauren! Thanks to you, I was able to avoid Erik's devious traps," Varissa said with relief. The letters that Erik had been forced to sign, he was torn one by one to form small fragments.

*******

The mood is still quiet. Not a single word came out from the glasses guy's mouth. He still sat with reverence. There was nothing to do but stare at the tulip painting on the wall in the room.

"Don't want to ask about my news?" a beautiful woman with greenish neutrality in front of Dikta.

Silent. Not a word came out of the man's mouth in front of him. Michelle down. Swallowing saliva with difficulty while holding bitter in the heart.

"Why are you here?"

Michelle smiled in anguish. His lips trembled withstanding the pain centered within his chest cavity.

"Should you always be this cold?" ask Michelle back.

Dikta. Not once did he try to avoid the scarred look Michelle gave him.

"I was like this from the beginning" he replied.

"Dikta..," call Michelle half in despair.

"Just go!" cut Dikta fast. "Why would you like to see me?"

"You already know the answer. Why are you still asking?"

"I told you, throw away your feelings!"

Michelle couldn't bear to not shed a tear this time. His hands were squeezing each other tightly. Is it to just love someone?

"Are you and him finally together?"

Dikta. Next, the man chose to stand up and prepare to leave the place. He was reluctant to answer questions that he himself did not know what the end would be like.

"That's none of your business! You better go home! Your place is not here!"

"Am I wrong to hope?"

Dikta's move stopped. With no intention of turning around, he said, "Yes. You're wrong."

Michelle wiped her tears. There was nothing the girl could do but try to collect the broken pieces of heart. Years of wishing and falling in love with the same person do not promise happiness. Michelle is finally conscious. The time to give up is probably now.

"When, I came here to say that Daddy wanted me to get engaged to his best friend's son. That's it, Dikta!" he muttered with a smile.