I know you're cheating

A story about Dikta

Dikta Anantaviry. An orphan who was cast out of his own family at a very young age. With both eyes, he witnessed for himself how his house was engulfed in flames in the middle of a blind night without anyone to save. He who was reckless jumped out the window from the second floor of his room as it slowly regretted his decision. If he knew he would be orphaned, if he knew he would lose a brother, he better resign himself and let the red man also abolish his existence.

"Fucking bringer! Because of you, my son is dead!"

So did the grandmother's call from her father when he found out that Dikta was the only survivor.

"You killed my brother. Why aren't you the only one who's dead?"

Other calls from the Mother's family also no less painful.

"Psycho child. The mental pain!" sumpat neighbors who deliberately only want to add to the emotions of the big family who wrath.

The boy remained silent. He stared down at the ground he was on. Tears are not a single drop spilled. It was not that he did not feel the sadness or pain of losing. However, precisely because the feeling was too big and stifling that even with tears, the emotion could never be conveyed.

"Come with me, son!" That hand is outstretched. As Dikta raised his head, an understated smile and a sincere, non-judgmental look of eyes were welcomed. It is very different from the looks of people who say they are family.

"From now on, you're my son. You are a part of me. Come with me. Leave all your sorrows in this place and live with me. You want to, right?" The two big hands held the frail and misfortune-filled shoulders of the child in front of him. That pair of plain yet sharp eyes did not blink at all. His steps slowly lifted following the man who led him towards a car.

"Don't take him. He's a fucking son of a bitch!"

The boy stopped his steps. He's looking up. Staring at the face of the man who was about to take her as if telling her that what those people said was true. Yeah, he's a fucking carrier.

"Don't hear!" The stranger closed both ears of the child. "You're not a fucking carrier. You're a good boy and a future great ruler. Don't listen to other people's words. Just listen to my words! Youunderstand?"

The child nodded. He followed a foreign man without hesitation thanks to the sincere look he gave.

"He's my son. Name's Varissa. From now on, it's your job to look after her. In fact, until I am gone in this world, your duty will still be the same. You have to look after her."

Dikta nodded in understanding. In his eyes a girl who has a two-year age gap with him. Although he knew he was a little disliked, but Dikta did not care at all. As long as he likes the girl, then other things don't matter.

If Hadi Ananta alone was able to lend a hand and give her back the lost hope, why should Dikta refuse to keep Varissa just because the girl did not like her? After all, Dikta knew that the girl did not really hate him. He was just a little envious and worried about the presence of another child who might grab the attention that had only been poured out for him. That's natural. And, Dikta understood that.

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"Thank you for helping me out this whole time, Bang!" dikta said to a large man with a tattoo that filled his entire arm.

The man smiled. Receiving the envelope that Dikta shifted towards her and then putting the item into the pocket of her pants.

"Luck it! This is my specialist. Besides, you're like my own sister. So, don't hesitate," said the man laughing freely.

Dikta grinned. Letting the man next to her pat her shoulder loudly a few times.

"Nature!! Since when are your shoulders this strong, boy?" ask the man.

"When you were in high school, your shoulder wasn't this strong. You're sports?"

"Ck, your nature is still as good as ever, Boy!" the man who used to be called Bang Rambo.

The one in the sindir. Raising eyebrows with eyes as if asking. Insolent from where?

Bang Rambo scratched his long hair. Just like Dikta, she's got gonrong hair coming from her.

Not lasting a minute, the long hair back he unraveled after getting an annoying look from a female servant who came to deliver their order. The gaze of the woman's eyes as if praising 'Mashaallah' when looking at Dikta and beristighfar 'Abaghfirullah' just when looking at him.

"Hey, Ma! We are siblings! Your gaze doesn't have to be like that. I'm not a kidnapper!" Bang Rambo wrapped his sturdy arm around Dikta's shoulder.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever! Who would believe it too? More or less so the gaze of the servant-mombs. Bang Rambo again clucked. Pinched Dikta's cheek next to him as an impingement of vexation.

"What's the difference between me and you, Boy? Looking around, aren't we similar? The hair is the same, the height is the same. Yeah, even if your skin's a little brighter than mine. Your treatment, huh? Huh uh?" look at Bang Rambo half-whispering. "What brand do you wear? Share, Boy!" Bang Rambo's eyebrows shot up flirtatious.

"Skincare, Bang!" dikta Correction.

"Th... Skk.. Bwah... It's hard to call it," snorted Bang Rambo who felt his tongue was wrapped around trying to name the treatment.

"Call it the brand name. I'll buy it later. Who knows, two weeks later, I look really like you."

Dikta rolled his eyes lazy. The man shrugged his shoulders in response and then casually drank the Avocado Juice he ordered.

"Marrel the time you talk! How expensive are you now?" namel Bang Rambo who had just spoken for himself.

"Oh yeah, when do you want to prank that woman again?" ask Bang Rambo who returned to the serious topic of discussion. The glass of hot chocolate milk he ordered in sipped slowly bit by bit.

"Not yet, Bang! But, I hope you can continue to make sure all of your men stand by!"

"Haha... If that's the case, you don't have to worry! Leave everything to the ruler of this Cadut market." Bang Rambo patted his chest arrogantly.

Dikta nodded. "Yes, I entrust everything to you!"

Accustomed to spending time on the streets despite having been adopted by a rich businessman, making Dikta can be familiar with Bang Rambo. The two met by accident. Dikta used to be the target of Bang Rambo's men's palak. Although it had been hit all out, Dikta did not make a sound at all. The look in his eyes did not even dim. The longer the more challenging. The money he held also could not be taken by Bang Rambo's men. While witnessing that, Bang Rambo finds out that the high school boy has something special in him. Since then, Bang Rambo has loved Dikta. Teach the child some martial moves although his nature remains unchanged. Speech and rarely blend. However, compared to his men, the boy was even the most attentive. Always buy food for him, always buy medicine if he is sick, even always visit the prison when he is entangled in theft cases.

"Your hero's son hasn't opened his heart to you yet, Boy?"

Dikta again did not answer. Just like before, he chose not to heed the question from Bang Rambo. However, the wide smile on his face was enough to answer the question of the large-bodied man.

"It's been the case." Bang Rambo laughed again. "I'm so happy for you, Boy! Congratulations!" he said full of joy.