I know you're cheating

About 4 hearts

"Va?" call Dikta when you meet the figure of Varissa who is standing on the side of the road alone.

"Dictated?" Varissa seemed to not believe that the Dikta meeting turned out to be only this short. "Have you finished eating?" varissa.

Dikta nodded. The man was standing right next to Varissa while putting both his hands in the pocket of the trousers he was wearing.

"Whenever here? Which erik?" Dikta looked around. There was no sign of her beautiful husband around them.

"Go home first" replied Varissa briefly.

"Why?"

"Diagulau. Ngurusin his affair," said Varissa lightly. There was no more tightness in the chest if he discussed Erik and Mauren. Not like before.

"Now, what are you doing here?"

Varissa. Slightly looked up at Dikta's face which even though she was already wearing heels as high as 5 cm, still could not be aligned with the height of the man.

"Wait for a taxi online."

Dikta nodded in understanding. After that, he didn't ask anything more. All he did was continue to stand about four steps away from Varissa while looking straight ahead.

"Why are you following me standing here?" ask Varissa a little awkwardly.

"Jagain you until the online taxi comes," replied Dikta without turning his head.

Varissa tightened her grip on the clutch bag she was carrying. The vow! With this simple treatment alone, it has made Varissa almost melt. Don't ask her how her heart is doing right now. It was definitely beating faster than the pace of the war horse run.

"N-no need. We can go home first. Don't bother," declined Varissa jaim.

"Aren't you aware that your appearance is too flashy? If someone has bad intentions with you, what?"

JLB!

True also said Dikta. Varissa only realized that her appearance was indeed too 'wah' for the size of someone who was waiting for an online taxi on the side of the road. Instead of being approached by a taxi, it might even be approached first by a snap or begal.

"Still long?" ask a few seconds later.

"At least 10 minutes. Said the driver, he was stuck in traffic" replied the woman in the black dress. "If you want to go back first, it's okay, Ta! You are also sick again. It's not good to have the night breeze for too long" continued Varissa who felt bad.

"The pain is terrible. You don't have to worry. Precisely, you who might even be able to participate in pain because you do not wear a jacket these nights," said Dikta.

Varissa looked at her own clothes. It does. Now it felt a little cold because she happened to be wearing a sleeveless dress.

"Sorry, I can't take you home. There will be problems if Erik sees us both home" continued the bespectacled man.

"Sorry too. I don't have a jacket, so I can't pinjemin anything to cover your body so you don't get cold" he said.

Varissa tried to hide the forced smile. Dikta looks can indeed look flat, cold and indifferent. But, his treatment was amazing contrary to his outer appearance. He is the figure of a man who will be the perfect partner for someone who holds the title as his soul mate later.

DEG!

There is something that feels throbbing pain behind Varissa's chest when imagining Dikta will mate with other women. And, if that really happened, how would Varissa feel then? Will he be okay?

"The online taxi has come," said Dikta who immediately approached the silver Avanza car. He spoke briefly with the driver before opening the back door and allowing Varissa to enter.

"Thank you, Ta!" varissa.

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PRANGS!!!

A vase of flowers floated up and almost hit Erik just after he entered the lover's apartment. Not waiting for long, anger flared again in Erik's heart and immediately approached Mauren and pushed the woman rough to sit on the sofa.

"You're what, anyway? It's crazy, aren't you?" Erik's jaw tightened. His right hand grabbed Mauren's hair violently.

"You made me like this, Mom!" Mauren won't lose. He bit off Erik's arm until the jubilant in his long hair managed to come off.

Erik complained of pain. The man retreated and finally chose to sit down while trying to dampen the emotions that had already controlled the head.

"Why are you threatening me like that? Didn't you know that I almost got Varissa's signature? Had it not been for you, Varissa's treasure would have moved into my hands, Ren!"

"Allah! Not a lot of reasons, Mom! Didn't you just have a romantic dinner with your wife? You even bought her a diamond necklace that I really want to have. In fact, you dance and kiss her affectionately. In fact, you yourself told me that you were disgusted by that ugly woman" cried Mauren full of emotion.

"Where do you know?" asked Erik in wonder.

Mauren stepped quickly into his room. Not long after, he came out again while carrying his phone.

"Read it yourself!" mauren said as he threw his phone into Erik's lap.

Erik's eyebrows frowned at reading the message from the unknown number. He tried to call back but could not at all because it was a personal number.

"Do you know who sent this message?"

Mauren grunts sebal. "Who else would it be if it wasn't your wife, Mas!"

Erik took a deep breath. He was too careless to hear Mauren always corner Varissa.

"Don't make things up. You think I don't know what number Varissa has?"

"If he buys a new number and a new HP, does he have to report it to you?" Mauren looked at Erik in disbelief. It could be that this man was tricked by a weak woman like Varissa.

"I'm sure, Mom! He must know that we've been cheating all along. That's why he fucked me and got me in the hospital."

"Enough!" Erik raised his palm high. "We've discussed this before, Mauren! If you keep interrupting my plans, then we better break up!"

"okay! It's okay we broke up. But, do you think I'll be happy, Mas?" Mauren crossed her lips with a sly smile.

"What do you want, huh?" Erik invaded Mauren. The man cornered Mauren on a single sofa with both hands on her white neck. "I asked, what do you want?" erik was full of anger.

"M-Bag.. Uhuk-uhuk..," Mauren coughed. He tried to let go of Erik's hand which felt like it was about to smash his neck bone.

Realizing that his giggling was about to leave Mauren out of breath, Erik immediately distanced his hand and gradually moved away from the woman. He sat back in his place while combing his hair with his fingers.

"Please don't make things worse, Mauren! We are one goal. Can't you trust me a little bit?"

"Where can I believe it, Mom?" Mauren improved her sitting position while holding her neck which still hurt. "If you continue to deny your own words?" his dream.

"Keep, I have to how can you trust me and stop faking my plans, huh?"

"Don't mind your wife anymore. Understand, Mas?"