I know you're cheating

Bakso

4 Months passed felt so very long and also felt short simultaneously. Change after change takes place in Varissa's life. Now, the woman begins to discover the true meaning of life. He spends his day sharing with people in need and enjoying being with the closest people he never did.

The nearly three years he spent with Erik felt very different. As if he was a stranger to the outside world. His life is only spent at home with activities that delight Erik alone. There's nothing else. In fact, to just please yourself, Varissa seemed to forget. And now, when her eyes can see clearly again after the fog that Erik created disappears, Varissa begins to realize that her life is much more beautiful when she starts to love herself first. Give appreciation to himself before moving to please others.

Already on a regular schedule on Wednesday night, Varissa will be having dinner with Doctor Imran's small family. His good friend always greeted him kindly. Like his own son, Doctor Imran never hesitate to praise or even rebuke Varissa openly. It was no different with her twin daughters.

"Eat slowly, Ci!" Hesti, Doctor Imran's wife advised one of her daughters.

"If you don't eat fast, the rest of the chicken will be captured Kak Ica," replied Nessi with a mouth full of fried chicken galangal.

Aunt Hesti shook her head. Gaze at a glance at Varissa who was already glaring annoyed at Nessi.

"Silver is not that greedy, yes!" dengus Varissa's.

"Liar," replied Nessi did not want to lose.

"Husse!! Already! Don't fight. Behind there are many. Later when it's over, just ask Aunt to bring it again." Aunt Hesti mediated the debate with her motherly soft voice.

Dinner was calm again. At least, until Nessa came and made a much bigger noise than the case of fried chicken galangal.

"Sir Ica," cried Nessa excited as she hugged Varissa from behind.

Nessi who watched from across the table immediately reacted. With his mouth still full of rice, he got up from his chair. Running encourages Nessa to stay away from Varissa.

"He's my brother!" delik Nessi is angry.

"He's my brother too!" Nessa glared no less fierce.

"But, Sister Ica is much more dear to Eci, tuh!" Nessi bragging. Embrace the neck of Varissa while putting a kiss on the cheek of the beautiful woman.

"Ih... Oily, Ci!" varissa lamented while removing the traces of oil from her face with the back of her hand.

"Hehehe.. Not intentionally," said Nessi while swallowing the rest of the food in the mouth.

"Ish," Nessa hit Nessi's shoulder while glaring furiously. "Tuh, Kak Ica's cheeks become greasy. Because of you, anyway! If Kak Ica grows pimples, how?" he added as he grabbed a tissue and rubbed Varissa cheek softly.

"Let me, please" said Nessi, elbowing her twin sister. Replace, now he's the one who switched control and cleaned Varissa's cheeks.

"I did" said Nessa, who nudged Nessi back.

"Your sister's eating, son! Later if to...," have not finished the sentence that their mother said, the most feared thing now even happened.

Suddenly, Varissa chokes on a Capcay mix meatball that she is enjoying amid the debate of two super adorable beautiful girls.

"They? Why?" ask Aunt Hesti to panic. She and her husband stood up. Approaching Varissa who signals by pointing her throat. His eyes began to turn red. He was about to take something out of his mouth but could not. It feels so torturous.

"Let Om help," said Doctor Imran who moved agilely approached Varissa. Deftly, he hit the nape of Varissa several times but did not manage to get the meatball out of Varissa's throat.

It is customary for Aunt Hesti if cooking the meat capcay is not cut into pieces. It was her purpose because her husband preferred to eat whole meatballs rather than those that were cut into small pieces. Doctor Imran said, meatballs are good to enjoy if they are intact. It tastes a lot better even if it's just a Capcay mix.

"Om pat a little harder huh, Va!" doctor Imran said, get ready.

Varissa just nodded. Whatever! Even with full strength though, as long as the meatballs came out, it was no problem.

"1... 2... 3!"

BUKS!

BUKS!!

The meatball floated up and was crushing on someone's face.

"That's what?" dikta asked while rubbing his wet face due to being exposed to something foreign.

Doctor Imran seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief. With Aunt Hesti. Meanwhile, Nessi and Nessa had already shrunk and sat quietly at the dining table without a sound. And, Varissa is now bowing in. Trying to hide his face filled with shame because of his vomit meatballs instead landed on Dikta's face.

"Good to get out. If not, you'll be wretched, Va!" said Dr Imran.

"duh... Please don't talk about it again, Om!" please Varissa in your heart.

"So what the hell was that?" moaning Dikta while stepping and taking a seat next to Varissa who had almost put her head in the desk.

"Because of you, Ta?" asked Aunt Nesti with slightly widened eyes.

Dikta nodded. Looking strangely at Varissa who looked different than usual. For some reason, Varissa tonight seemed reluctant to stare and even invite him to speak.

"Yes, Tan. But, what is it?" tanya Dikta was curious.

Aunt Nesti and Doctor Imran compactly laughed. Meanwhile, Varissa had given the couple a code so as not to tell the incident by shaking their heads.

"So, Sister Ica sprained meatballs because of Eci," replied Nessa quickly.

Varissa looked over. Glaring at Nessa while revealing her fists clandestinely. The 21-year-old girl immediately shrieked.

"Have a son! It's because of Eca, tau!" nessi defended herself.

Dikta. Staring at Varissa fixed with raised eyebrows in wonder. He charged the explanation at the woman through eye cues.

"Really, Va?" tanya Dikta while holding Varissa's arm.

While holding back the embarrassment, Varissa nodded. Lost his pride because of a meatball curse.

"Sorry, Ta! I didn't accidentally touch your face" Varissa said in a nearly drowned voice. There was not the slightest intention in his heart to stare at the handsome face that always invited such unrest as usual.

"But you're okay, right? Your throat, how? Still sore?"

"A little bit, but I'm fine."

"Relatedly? What if I'm anther to the doctor?"

Varissa shook her head again. Why does this man always assume everything related to him should be taken to the doctor?

"Dictated! The doctor's here, why do you bother to go all the way?" chirped Doctor Imran who felt offended by his presence as if invisible.

"Oh yeah, huh? Sorry, Om!" tukas Dikta flat as usual.

Doctor Imran just shook his head resignedly. This is the character of Dikta.