I know you're cheating

Fragile

Just like before, those eyes never changed when they looked at Varissa. Always look sad and full of desire even though the woman he looks at will always be limited to wishful thinking. At least, until more than half a year ago. And now that hope is suddenly coming. The opportunity to love her beloved woman freely without restrictions has now been felt.

"Don't look at me like that" Varissa said. His palm covered a pair of sharp eyes that had been staring at him unwillingly moved.

"I like it" Dikta said briefly. That little palm he took out of his face. Gently stroked it and then grasped it with his sturdy and strong fingers.

The woman was embarrassed. The man who was currently standing beside her was really good at making a woman's heart soar.

"Your hands are so tiny, Va!" Dikta smile. Observe the little fingers that are in his grasp carefully.

A happy ripple clearly emanated on his face. Her mood has increased drastically thanks to the hug Varissa gave her just a moment ago.

"Your hands are the same." Varissa is smiling.

Dikta raised the hands of those who were clinging to each other in the air. Observing him was much more clingy as he said, "But, for some reason, your hand is indeed much more suitable to be in my hand."

She's looking. Gently staring at women who are increasingly wrong behavior due to his actions.

"He wants to go far away first" said Varissa reminded. He turned his face away, ashamed.

"I've been trying. But, you're always the one fishing."

Varissa. Staring fiercely at the long-haired tall man who kept showing a beautiful smile from earlier. Want to protest at Dikta's speech just now but what the man said also has a point.

Indeed, he who had always unconsciously clung to the man first. Whether because it is already overbearing love, or because of other factors, Varissa also does not understand. One that he understood, Dikta could only accept input when Varissa conveyed it in such a way. Cuddling.

"Varissa!"

Erik quickly approached Dikta and Varissa who were still in the meeting room together. His eyes narrowed sharply when he saw the hand of the ex-wife held tightly by another man right in front of him. There is a part of Erik who refuses to accept the view presented before him.

"Why are you alone here?" the question is a little cynical.

"Why indeed? Is there a prohibition against me and Dikta being here?" Varissa asked back. Increasingly tighten his hand grip with Dikta.

Erik grunting. It would have sounded foolish if he had asked Varissa such a thing. Wasn't the man who was with his ex-wife also not a stranger? He's Varissa's foster brother. At least, that was what Erik understood from their closeness.

"I want to talk to you important. Do you have time?" erik asked to switch the conversation.

Judging from his expression, Varissa could at least guess what the man was going to say. However, Varissa is not currently in a phase to give any chance or tolerance to Erik's malicious treatment of her and some office people.

"If you're here to ask for a second chance at this company, you'd better back off, Mom! I'll never trust your subtlety to lead my Papa legacy company again."

"I'm not here for that, Va!" Erik bowed lethargic. Staring at Varissa face with sadness and as if fragile.

"Can we talk alone?" please expectantly. His tone sounded low, clear. He saw the man who stood firmly by his ex-wife. Looking compassionately, asking for understanding through the language of the heart of fellow men.

Varissa looked at Dikta asking for approval. And, the man standing next to her nodded. Slowly unravel the grasp of their hands, then move out of the room even though their legs feel heavy to swing.

"What do you want to say, Mom?" varissa asked after the door squeaked shut.

Erik suddenly knelt down. She shed tears as she looked at Varissa's face with the lightening netra.

"Mass? What are you doing, anyway? Come stand!" The woman standing before him tried to get him to wake up. However, Erik refused.

"I'm really stupid to leave you for another woman, Va! Please forgive me!"

The man's head rested on Varissa's flat stomach. Both of his sturdy arms were coiled tightly hugging the slender waist of his ex-wife.

One heart that was watching through the crack of the door was instantly shattered. To make matters worse, Dikta swallowed his suddenly dry saliva. A great rumble struck the inside of his chest. Be ill. Tight when watching the woman he loves not twitch at all when the man who used to live with him came to apologize and offer a new thread to knit back from the beginning.

No need to wait for long, the man hurried away. He knew that the longer he was there, the more it hurt, the heart that had been struggling to heal.

"Sorry, Mom! Our story is done. I hope you're happy with the choices you've made consciously."

"But I really miss you, Va!" lirih, Erik is still begging. Throwing away self-esteem in order to achieve the love he has already thrown away.

"Hindu?" Varissa laughs. "Our story is over. Supposedly, there is no longer any sense left behind after you who have very consciously discarded and ignored me first, Mas!"

"Sorry!" Varissa took both of Erik's hands off slowly.

"I tried to make you happy and it wasn't enough for you. And, now I give up and it's time for me to make myself happy! Excuse me!"

"Where are you going, Va?" Erik asked confusedly.

"Pursuing my own happiness," the woman replied smilingly.

His footsteps swayed quickly down every corner of the office building while continuing to call Dikta's number. There's no answer. I don't know where the man is currently hiding to overcome his own injuries. Old habits that Varissa has memorized although never interested in bringing it up before Dikta.

Arriving at the rooftop of the 25-storey building, Varissa finally found the figure she was looking for. He was hiding behind the wall while bending his knees and hiding that handsome face in the palm of his hand.

Slowly, Varissa approached. Once again, he grabbed the man for the first time. Hugging that wide back from behind while hiding his face on the wide shoulder of the man.

There was no need to turn around, Dikta knew who was currently hugging him. The smell of Varissa's body is second to none. Although with his eyes closed, Dikta recognized the aroma that only women had.

The woman's right hand fingers and then kisses her full of love and affection that moves blue.

Can Varissa feel, the warm liquid that soaks her hands. The man was crying.

"Why go?" lirih Varissa asked. The heart beat increased rapidly as Dikta's moist lips continued to sprinkle kisses on the palm and back of his hands repeatedly.

"I thought you'd come back to him." The hoarse voice was barely audible.

"For what?" ask Varissa while putting her chin on Dikta's shoulder.

"I'm scared, Va!" Dikta twisted his body a little until now they can face.

Crushed. In the eyes of the man implied a lot of fear and despair. Where is that strong and tough guy with that genius brain right now? Varissa barely recognized the man who was currently crying in front of her.

"What if I have to lose you a second time? What am I supposed to do?" Fragile, he asked in despair.