I know you're cheating

Wanna kiss?

Unable to stand the gaze of Dikta's eyes that seemed to be exploding since the incident in Bu Nani's room just now, Varissa chose to walk faster in front of Dikta. And, as the handsome man tried to align their steps, Varissa again increased his walking speed. Speak like a racing bike even though a pair of beautiful legs is fairly short compared to the man who invites unrest.

"Va, the path is not flabby," Dikta reprimanded while shaking his head. The boyish side of Varissa appeared again.

"I'm in a hurry" said Varissa, adding more speed. If you do not want to be caught embarrassed, of course, at this time he has taken the step of a thousand aka blur. But, that would certainly lower his prestige. And, he doesn't like that.

"Kan, you're coming home with me too."

Varissa's steps stopped. His eyes closed as his hand hit his own eel. Isha! Yeah, too, huh?

"Aware of it?" Suddenly, Dikta was standing beside him. Varissa. Staring at the towering man like a telephone pole.

"You're more cute if you're salting." Dikta spoke with his flat face. However, the radiance of his eyes was unable to lie. Sincerity is clearly visible there.

"What the hell?" Varissa bit her lower lip bashfully. He knows very well. Although Dikta's face looked flat with no expression, but the praise was meaningful in earnest. Not just a dreadful seduction like other men do with a smiling face.

"Ngapain's still standing there? He said in a hurry," said Dikta who turned out to have walked a few steps leaving Varissa who was still busy enjoying the praise of Dikta.

The woman stomped her feet on the floor. Trying to chase after Dikta who stepped sumringah left Varissa behind.

The more Varissa approached, now it was Dikta's turn to increase the speed of walking deliberately. Both of her lips tightly clenched withholding laughter as she continued to glance at Varissa who looked breathless following her from behind.

"Bad ugly! I'm being left behind?" sulk Varissa as soon as she gets to the parking lot. The infuriating man who had unfortunately already stolen his heart had already arrived first and was leaning against the car door and was waiting for him.

Dikta laughs. His mouth was even wide open hearing Varissa who was actually nagging and blaming him. Hey, who said he was in a hurry? Dikta was just trying to get Varissa not to be late. That'sthat's all.

"Cock it up?"

"Who's craving? No puny!" sangkal Varissa's.

"If it's not snatching, why is his mouth? Want kissed?"

Holy hooch! Why is this man getting more frontal just talk? Are all men the same? His perverted nature will be seen if it has got the heart of the woman he likes.

"Ta! You don't see us anymore where? Lots of kids."

Dikta looked around. Indeed, many orphanage children are busy playing ball in the yard right next to the parking lot. Some of them even greeted kindly that only Dikta replied with a wave of hands and lips smiling thinly.

"So, in a quiet place, can you?" the question while digesting the meaning implied in the sentence Varissa.

"Don't ngaco, Ta!"

"I'm serious nanya. How do you even say ngaco?"

Varissa breathed in a deep breath. The oxygen around him suddenly disappeared when he heard Dikta's speech.

"Who said to keep your distance, who?" ask Varissa to panic.

"What always comes first, who?" the Dikta debate won't lose.

End.

Varissa lost this debate. His voice was even suddenly gone with a thought that suddenly collapsed. Now, one myth can be solved. Women don't always win in debates.

"Lake in!" dikta orders while opening the car door for women who are still standing with a gawking look.

"Aww..," cried Dikta with a look of disbelief. "Why are you playing KDRT?" He slightly bent his body. Ask the woman who has obtained a comfortable position in her car.

"Who told the evil one" Varissa replied.

"Gemesshhhh!" A pinch in the nose he got from the man who was now rushing to close the car door before he went back into a rampage.

The journey back home was a little quiet. Only a small sound of Dikta humming followed the song from the car radio.

The woman sitting next to him was simply not listening. Enraptured by the beautiful voice of the man who once again stole a piece of his heart. For Varissa, the figure of a man who is currently enjoying his own world and dissolved in the strains of the song is everything for him. Only Dikta was the last resting place he relied on. There's nothing more. His hopes are also getting bigger.

"Broth... Thank you for bringing him into Va's life. It turns out that Papa was right. Dikta is the right man for Va."

Unknowingly, her tears were dripping down the corner of her eyes. His fingers hurriedly removed the clear grain before Dikta realized.

"Hey, how are you crying?"

Huh! Fail. Apparently Dikta was aware of that small change on his face. The man's hand is now holding his cheek. Gently brush with a face that implies worry with a divided focus. Paying attention to the road and Varissa are two things that are equally important for him to do at the moment.

"No. It's just a flick, really." Varissa tried to tickle. Didn't want Dikta to know that he had just suddenly missed the figure of Papa who was gone.

"You sure? You're not lying anymore, are you? Are you sick? Shall I take you to Om Imran's?"

The barrage of questions made Varissa chuckle. Plus, when he noticed the look on the face of the angry lawman sitting next to him, he felt even more loved.

Has Erik ever shown such genuine worry? Of course it ever was. However, it has been going on for a long time. It was still when they were dating in college. And, after marriage? Only Varissa always deceives herself into believing that the Erik she loves is still the Erik who once was in spite of all the changes that seemed significant in the man.

"Don't laugh, Va!"

Laughter and exploration of the past stopped. The woman looked at Dikta who was talking.

"Are you sure you're not sick anymore?"

Steady, Varissa shook her head. "Seriously. I'm just flicking around."

Dikta heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the seemingly reassuring answer from Varissa. The man nodded. Refocusing on her task to bring Varissa home safely all the way home.

"Bi, pin down Varissa, yes! Please eat it in the attention. If he's late or lazy to eat, report to me!" pinta Dikta to Bi Nunik before saying goodbye.

"Yes, Mom! Definitely Bibi did," nodded Bi Nunik with a thumbs up.

"I'm not a child" Varissa protested as she elbowed her loamy stomach.

"It's not just kids to watch, Va!" Dikta.

Varissa was shaking her lips. Staring closely towards Bi Nunik who was always on the side of Dikta compared to him. Who is Bi Nunik's salary? That's Varissa, right?

"I'm saying yes, Bi!"

"Yes, Mom! Careful, yeah." Bi Nunik waved goodbye.