I know you're cheating

Pamite

"Sit down!" dikta said.

Michelle nodded. Without the slightest sense of awkwardness, he landed his butt on the soft sofa of Dikta's living room.

"What do you want to drink?" tanya Dikta while shaking her waist. His eyebrows shot up waiting for an answer from the girl who was tapping her chin with the index finger.

"Cola," Michelle replied steadily.

After hearing Michelle's reply, Dikta stepped into the kitchen. Want to open the refrigerator when his eyes accidentally saw the green memo paper attached to the top right corner of the shiny black refrigerator door.

With his forehead folded, Dikta pulled off the memo. Read the contents carefully before letting out a long sigh while shaking his head.

"I'm home. Please don't be angry anymore. Your face adds more serem if you are angry.:) hehehehe...."

Dikta then put the scrap paper on the pantry. Resuming the pending matter to pick up the two cans of soda drink that Michelle requested from inside the refrigerator. Not to forget, Dikta also took some snacks. He knew that the green-eyed girl loved snacks.

"Yeyyy..," Michelle clapped her hands and took over the snack Dikta had brought. He also seized two cans of soda from Dikta's hands without any intention of dividing one for the owner.

"That's mine," said Dikta with outstretched arms. Re-introducing a can of soda that Michelle had completely mastered.

"Enak. Take it again, sana!" michella said fiercely.

Almost ten minutes of chatting, Dikta said to go to the toilet for a while. Meanwhile, Michelle faithfully waits in the living room while continuing to enjoy her snacks accompanied by her favorite Masha and The Bear cartoon series.

The sound of the bell suddenly disperse the concentration of Michelle who had been centered on the television screen. Quickly, the girl breezed closer to the door and opened it.

"Varissa?" call him unconscious. Despite trying to sincerely accept that Dikta is still in love with her first love, Michelle still feels pain when she meets the only woman who can defeat her.

"Who are you?" varissa asked with a trembling voice. Just like Michelle, Varissa was also not ready to find a foreign woman who suddenly was in the apartment of someone who had recently broken her heart.

Michelle speaks a thousand languages. I want him to run away right now. He felt he had no reason to stand up to the head in front of the woman who had been invincible from the beginning. In fact, without ever fighting even once as Michelle who used to desperately keep Dikta away from the ranks of the women who were after him, Varissa would still win. Because from the beginning, it was not the woman who fought. Instead, he was the one championed by the man Michelle fought for. Miris, right?

"Your ordered food has come, Cel?" I heard screaming from inside. "Old kok? Don't have cash or anything? I want to pay you, right?" The voice sounded increasingly clearer and closer.

"Va?"

Varissa's gaze shifted to the tall man standing behind Michelle. And, as she understood, Michelle turned around. Stepping back inside.

"I go in first" he told Dikta.

"Why come back again?" dikta asked Varissa after Michelle had re-entered. He approached the woman and let her in.

"My car keys seem to be missing" replied Varissa who was trying to control her emotions. Quickly, he barged past Dikta and passed through the living room without even turning his head to the green-eyed girl who also suddenly lost her appetite in the living room.

It didn't take long, the key was finally found by Varissa. Tucked in the corner of a long sofa near the minibar, Dikta used to sit enjoying the view of the Capital through the transparent glass walls of his apartment.

"You want to go home?" The man has been following Varissa ever since.

"Yes" answered Varissa briefly.

"Wait!" Dikta held down Varissa's arm that had almost passed through the door. Inevitably, the woman turned around but was reluctant to hold her head up.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"You're all right, right?" ask the man worried.

Varissa nodded. Turn back and continue in a hurry towards the elevator.

"Hey, no problem, right?"

"Nothing, really!"

"You angry? Did I make a mistake?"

I don't know! Everything suddenly grey. Nothing is clear about his feelings at this time. Varissa is not angry. Not at all. But, there was a stirring emotion that was accommodated almost filled his chest cavity since he met the greenish-neutral girl who was in the Dikta's apartment. There were a lot of questions in his head about the identity of the woman. Who her? What does he mean for Dikta? And many more.

"Va..," Dikta tried to grab the woman's hand again. However, this time he had to swallow disappointed after his hand was pushed over quickly by Varissa.

"Sorry" he said with disappointment. Dikta slowly retreat. Gives room to Varissa just as the elevator in front of her is wide open.

"Be careful, Va!" order Dikta before turning away and stepping foot towards his apartment again.

Varissa rubbed her face rough. Something's heating up burning itself. He thought that she was the only woman who had ever come to Dikta's residence considering how introverted the man was. But it turns out he was wrong. There was another woman who turned out to have that privilege besides her.

"Come, Va! Know yourself a little. Who are you and whose dikta? You are still the wife of someone. Meanwhile, Dikta single men are freely tied to relationships with any woman. Who gave you the right to be jealous, huh?" The woman muttered with a sliced heart. Is this what you call karma? Should he be tormented by feelings of love for the person he used to hurt?

Not wanting to dissolve in grief, Varissa decided to go to Doctor Imran's house. Meeting Nessi and Nessa, the twin daughters of Doctor Imran who he had considered like his own sister mumpung both are on college holidays and returned to Indonesia.

"That's Varissa, right?" michelle asked doubtfully.

The man next to him nodded. Michelle tried to smile. Ignoring the back throbbing pain after getting the answer that he actually knew from the beginning.

"Ta, I want to say goodbye" said Michelle. That cheerful and jolly impression evaporated already.

"You want to go home?" Dikta put chopsticks on the edge of the bowl. Staring at his interlocutor who was tearing the contents in his bag.

"This..," offered a piece of the invitation. "I hope you come," Michelle smiled.

Dikta accepted the invitation with a confused look. The next second, he pegged. Making sure several times that the name listed on the invitation is the name of the girl sitting next to him.

"You love her?" Dikta put the invitation on the table. Looking from afar the words read 'Fernandez D'Souza' under Michelle's name.

A little laugh, Michelle replied, "Do I need to answer? You know who I love, Mr. Ice!" miris replied.

Mr. Ice. That was Michelle's favorite call to Dikta when they were in college. Although Michelle was still a first semester student and Dikta a fifth semester student, they can be very familiar. Or rather, maybe the pretentious Michelle.

"Sorry, Cel!"

Michelle smile. His head was weak. "It's not your fault. Just as I have the right to love you, you also have the right to love others. That's natural. After all, who has the right to interfere in the affairs of the heart other than God?"

"You don't have to accept her if you don't love her, Cel!"

"Love can grow later, Mr. Ice. It just took me a little longer to forget you. But that doesn't mean I can't." Michelle patted Dikta's chest. "I will prove that you are nothing in my life again someday. Look at!" He's bragging.

"But, Mr. Ice...,"

"Hmm?"

"Actually, Daddy forced me to give you this invitation. But, even so, can I beg for one thing?" pinta Michelle squeezing the knee-length dress she was wearing.

"Please don't come! Don't make me waver. Don't make my efforts to forget you go to waste."

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