I know you're cheating

Waiting for you here

Messed up.

One word that represented the feelings of Erik and his two parents at this time. Negotiations with Varissa that they initially thought would run smoothly actually further add to the tangle of the thread of the problem.

"It's all because of Mama!" harun blamed his wife.

"Kok Mama, anyway?" retno protest not accepted.

"Occordingly, whose fault is it? Mama, isn't she the crudest and least filter-like of the two of us?" said Aaron with a breath.

"Who told Varissa that it was so much fun. Potatoes rich, arrogant already exorbitant." Retno grunting. Still do not want to be blamed even though it is aware that the talk is the most ugly between husband and son.

"Papa can be quiet, can't you? Erik is dizzy!" sambar Erik as he dragged the suitcase containing his clothes to get near the sofa.

Retno and Aaron feel bad. Judging from the facial expression of the son, this problem already has no way out. Perhaps, the worst possibility that they will face even though actually none of them want to.

"Rik!" Retno standing. He walked up to his son and led his eldest son to sit on the sofa.

"If Varissa wants a divorce, yes, yes, yes. At most, two months later, he asked to come back again. How could an orphan girl live without you." Retno rubbed Erik's back soothingly.

"If not for example?" erik asked with his forehead folded.

"Yes... At least your position as a Director in his company will not be that easy, right? That means, as long as you're still in charge of the Director, your chance to melt his heart back, is still there."

Erik seemed to think. It is also true what his mother said. The position of the Director is not that easy to be overthrown. There must be a vote of all shareholders first who will determine the decision. The more the number of shares that are in favor of the prospective Director and Director who is in office now, then he will be the winner. In short, the number of shares that are in their favor determines who is the President Director.

"Varissa is easy, Rik! He was angry now that he felt his position was threatened. But, later if his anger is gone, surely he will come back to look for you and beg for you back," continued Retno.

"So, according to Mama, do I want Varissa to get a divorce?"

"Lah, yes! You should have some self-esteem too, dong! Why do you have to beg him? Compared to those of us who just need his property, he must be much more in need of love from you and also from Mama Papa. In terms of orphans plus widows, does anyone still want to accept him other than our family?"

Erik felt a little getting a breath of fresh air back. Mama's right. From the age of courtship to marriage, Varissa is the one who always apologizes first even though it is consciously Erik who is wrong. Varissa is always trying to improve the situation until the point of problems of this magnitude, Retno still believes that Varissa will return to her son. Sooner or later.

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Dikta's car parked haphazardly in the courtyard of the big house painted white ivory. For a moment, the man looked towards the second floor balcony. It's pitch-dark. There was not the slightest light from the room occupied by the Varissa.

"Mas Dikta!" greet Bi Nunik with an anxious tone. The middle-aged woman hugged Dikta for a moment.

"Varissa why, Bi?"

Bi Nunik let out a long breath. "Since the return of Mr. Erik and his parents, the Madam did not want to leave the room. I have never eaten daritadi in the morning. Kan, Auntie and the others are worried. Afraid of Madam why-why in the room."

Bi Nunik's face was filled with anxiety. From the moment Erik left, Varissa did decide to go back into the room. The appointment with Mr. Reno was deliberately canceled under the pretext of suddenly not feeling well. And, already repeatedly Bi Nunik and the others took turns knocking on the door, none of them responded by Varissa.

Finally, because he could not bear the feeling of anxiety and guessing about the reckless things that Varissa might do in a locked room, Bi Nunik decided to contact Dikta. Perhaps, the talk of Dikta could be much more heard by Varissa than himself and others.

"So far, Varissa, what room is she in?" ask Dikta calmly. His face was the same as usual. Flat is barely legible.

"I'm in the room of a Great Lord." Bi Nunik pointed to the room located not far from the living room.

"Not sleeping on top?" ask Dikta wonder.

Unknowingly Dikta slightly sighed in relief when he heard the reply from Bi Nunik. He could now feel a little at ease knowing that the woman he loved was not rooming anymore with Erik. Even though he knew that the man who loved the property was Varissa's legal husband, but since Varissa admitted to having the same taste with him, Dikta became a little brash. Wanting her loved one not to come into contact with her husband even though Dikta knew it was something wrong.

Since when does he have the right to prevent a legal and religious couple from touching? Kan, crazy!

"Yes, Bi! I'll go to Varissa's room first, yeah!" pamit Dikta on Bi Nunik.

"Yes, Mom! Aunty also wants to cook food for Madam, yes! Later, Mas Dikta persuaded Madam to eat," Bi Nunik replied smiling.

"Yes, Bi!" The man nodded then walked towards the main room.

Arriving in front of the intended room, Dikta seemed to take a deep breath. A pair of glassy neutrals when looking at the brown room door that he used to knock it. There is a feeling of sadness that re-emerged when in the last moments the most meritorious person in his life was about to die, Dikta was not beside him.

Wiping away the tears that fell during past memories of how good a Hadi Ananta was to him, Dikta again inhaled as much oxygen as he could. The sad face he tried to remove. Change flat expression as usual so that the wound can be closed perfectly without the need for anyone to know.

"Va..," call Dikta softly while knocking on the door slowly.

There's no answer yet.

"Va... It's me!" call again.

Several times he kept trying to call. However, there was no answer he received from the woman in the room.

"I know you haven't slept." Dikta leaned against the door leaf. Holding the doorknob while resting his forehead while bowing.

"I'm waiting here, yeah! You can come out when you feel you're ready for the story" the man continued.

After a few seconds, Dikta decided to sit down. Leaning against the wall, he rested his hands on the knees he lifted next to.

"Mas, what about Mrs Varissa?" asked Bi Nunik who came in a soft voice.

"Varissa must be fine, Bi! Maybe he just needs some time alone."

"But, if Madam is reckless, how is it?"

Dikta had a small laugh. "Don't think of anything weird, Bi! Varissa isn't that weak."

Bi Nunik tried to understand. Perhaps, Dikta's words have a point. Varissa couldn't have been that weak. As long as he still remembered every living teaching left by his father, it was impossible for Varissa to be reckless.

"Mas Dikta seriously want to wait there?" asked Bi Nunik who felt sorry to see Dikta had to sit on the floor.

Dikta nodded. Lazy to answer with words.

"The floor's cold, Mas! Move to the couch, yeah!" persuade Bi Nunik with a feeling of worry.

"Here you are, Bi! On the couch, I was afraid to fall asleep. Mending is here! So, if Varissa comes out, I can hear you" said the man.

Bi Nunik felt overwhelmed by the attention Dikta gave to Varissa. Slowly, the middle-aged woman stepped away with a face that seemed to hold back tears.

"Big Master! Perhaps your dream of seeing Mrs Varissa and Mas Dikta together will soon be realized! You're right! No one can keep Mrs Varissa as good as Mas Dikta. Your gut is never wrong!"