I know you're cheating

First kiss

Almost an hour waiting near the gate while trying to keep hiding so as not to be caught by two guards who stood guard, making both legs of Erik felt almost broken. Once again, he glanced at the circular clock on his left wrist. It's almost 10 in the morning. Supposedly, at this hour, Varissa is out of the house.

"Don't, Varissa can't work, huh?" murmured Erik speculated.

A few minutes later, just as he decided to leave from there, Varissa's voice asking to open the gate was heard. Erik's steps turned around. Closer to the gate, peering from a safe distance.

"Just be more beautiful, Va!" praise Erik with a smile as he sees how bright Varissa is walking towards the car with

the friendly sunlight.

"You going to work, ma'am?" ask one of the security.

"No, Sir. I'd like to invite Dikta to the boutique together." The woman answered kindly.

"Well, it's usually Mas Dikta who picked Madam up here."

"The car's in the works again, sir. After all, once in a while I pick you up, it's okay too, right?"

Security smiled. It does. The lives of lovers who love each other should be like this. They need each other, care for each other, and of course give to each other. Unlike when Varissa was still with Erik who was only burdensome on one side. Only Varissa continues to give without ever gaining any reciprocity worth her sacrifice.

"Be careful, Madam!"

The sound of the horn sounded in reply. Meanwhile, Erik immediately twisted his body as Varissa's car flashed. For whatever reason, she doesn't want to be seen for now in front of Varissa.

"Why did you pick up that guy, Va?" erik growled with clenched hands. His conscience whispers bad news. His instincts say that there is something strange in the brotherly relationship between Varissa and Dikta. Erik felt, the relationship of the two people had already exceeded the limits of brother and foster sister.

Continuing to follow his instincts, Erik decides to follow Varissa silently. He runs his motorcycle within a safe distance of Varissa's car. Arriving at an elite apartment building, the woman's car stops. The owner got off, then stepped into the building and took the elevator to his destination apartment.

In the lobby, Erik snorted loudly. His fist floated in the air in annoyance. Damnit damnit! He lost track. It is impossible to catch up with Varissa going up because it will actually get her caught.

Meanwhile, Varissa who arrived in front of Dikta's apartment quickly entered. No need to push the bell or knock on the door again like before. Now, he is free to enter because the owner has allowed.

"Ta! You where?" varissa shouted as she found the empty living room and kitchen. In fact, usually at this hour, Dikta must be hanging out in the living room while reading a magazine or book that according to Varissa the contents are too heavy to digest.

The main room door opens. The man he was looking for appeared from inside there buttoning the white shirt he was wearing.

Varissa's throat suddenly felt dry. The body of the man was too dear to miss. Moreover, the sixpack belly and muscular chest really look sexy. Plus, with a few tattoos engraved almost filled the entire chest of the man, further adding to the sexy impression he had.

"Which other wisdom are you denying, Va?" varissa muttered with widened eyes enjoying the sight before her without blinking.

"Why, Va?" tanya Dikta pretended. In fact, he knew that Varissa was fascinated to see her body.

"Huh?" The focus of the woman is still on the. His eyes were still staring at Dikta's chest which was now fully covered by a perfectly buttoned shirt.

"Still wanting to see?" seductive Dikta with a wide grin.

"What?" Varissa scratched her nape with a disappointed face. Very quickly the beautiful sight passed.

"The shirt button wants me to open again, right?" Dikta held the top button of his shirt while staring at Varissa.

Understanding that Dikta knew very well about his thoughts, Varissa immediately misbehaved. His face turned red and heated because it was discovered. Aish! Very sensitive to this man.

"What the hell do you mean? It's weird!" Varissa laughed heartily.

"Aren't you looking at my body anymore, huh?"

"Who else is looking at your body? Puckin' puck!" elak Varissa is ashamed.

Varissa is getting uncomfortable. His experts cornered people. Of course he will lose because the guy is always right. His instincts are never wrong.

"Udah, ah! If you're ready, let's walk now! It's noon!" he said he was trying to escape trouble.

"Revelation, Va!" Dikta pulled Varissa's hand so hard that the woman entered her arms.

The woman who still did not understand anything could only look up. Staring at those sharp eyes without being able to switch anymore. He was caught in the vortex of love that man created. His heart even started pounding as Dikta's jet netra continued to scan his face.

"That way wear eyes!" said Dikta slowly while touching Varissa's forehead with her index finger.

"Aww!" Varissa squealing. At the touch of the forehead that was painful after Dikta released his embrace.

"Table this big, time' is invisible, Va?" said Dikta while tapping the surface of the table that was almost hit by Varissa. "When you hit, what? The one that hurts, not the table. But you!"

"Sorry!" varissa said bowed. Swabbed his forehead which still feels pain due to the flick of Dikta. Anyway, because of who, Varissa almost hit the table? Isn't that the fault of this telephone pole? If he did not make Varissa ashamed, of course he would not be rash to step without looking around.

"It hurts, huh?" Dikta approaching. Touching Varissa's forehead while blowing her slowly.

"sickness...,"

But not really!

"Do you want it to heal?" asked the man full of gentleness.

"You're kissed" replied Varissa timidly as she held back a smile.

"Where would he like to kiss? Here, here, or here?" Fingers forehead, cheeks and lips.

Ahhaiyy...

What to answer? If it could be all of them, why one? But, isn't Varissa a woman? Prestigious, if he says that Dikta can kiss everything he pointed at earlier. Where's the face going?

"Here it is!" varissa said at the end. He pointed at his sore forehead.

Cup.

One kiss landed there as per his request.

"Have you healed yet?" tanya Dikta while rubbing Varissa's head.

"Little," the woman replied smilingly. It feels good to be pampered like this by the man she loves.

Cup.

Another kiss landed on his cheek. Suddenly, Varissa was sculpting. His widened eyes looked at Dikta's face that looked mediocre despite already giving a great shock to Varissa's heart. Fuck up!

"Still sick?" ask the man again.

Varissa swallowed the hard-earned saliva when she realized where Dikta's gaze was. The man was looking at his half-opened lips. And, without giving the warning first, now the man's lips have been stuck flat on his reddish lips.

"cheat!"