I know you're cheating

Some are envious

Returning home, Erik's head was filled with the shadows of Varissa's smile that looked so happy with Dikta. Erik's self is heating up. Worry came from inside his heart.

"Why, Rik?" Retno approached Erik who looked restless in the living room of their house.

"So, I met Varissa, Ma!" answer Erik.

"How serious? Did he ask you to return it? Huh yeah?" ask Retno impatiently. "Mama said, right? Didiemin for a moment, later he will also be behind begging at your feet!" with a glowing face.

"Where is it, Ma!" sergeant Erik with a frustrated face.

Retno's smile slowly erased from her tired face. "meaning?"

Erik leaned his back against the living room chair. His head looked up with palms that restored the roughness of his hair.

"He already has another man" Erik said with a faint look.

"Another guy?" reset Retno.

Erik nodded his head which made the mother look so shocked. Dashed was the old woman's hope to get rich again.

The worn-out door of their house creaked when someone had just entered the house. Mauren who just came home from work looked lazy snorting when she saw her husband and mother-in-law were gathered in the living room with a madesu look. The future is bleak.

Regardless of the two people, Mauren continued walking towards his room. After a few minutes, the woman came back out with a small suitcase filled with clothes.

"Where are you going?" erik was confused when he saw his wife scrolling through the suitcase to get out of the house again.

"Dinas is out of town" the woman replied in a judes tone.

"Who's the guy?" search Erik curious.

" The same boss! Who else would you like to be?" grunting Mauren rough.

"Both doang?"

"How many people do you have to be, Mom? A village?"

Erik took a long breath. Trying to gather extra patience hearing a harsh answer from his own wife. Again, due to pregnancy, Erik had to give up on Mauren a lot.

"You're almost 7 months old, baby! Shouldn't you just cancel? Kan, there are still other secretaries who can accompany your Boss," Erik said gently.

"Mas!" Mauren snapping. "Who do you think, because of who, I have to do extra work like this? All because of you! If I hadn't married you, I probably wouldn't have been this miserable!"

"Mauren, watch your talk!" erik warned.

"Why my tone, my mother?" Mauren defies the brave. "If you usually just live with your wife, do not have much doubt. Take care of your same family does not know the shame of it as you!" he added while staring at the cynical Retno who sat glued to her chair.

Mauren then continued his steps by moving his suitcase in a hurry to a black BMW car that turned out to be waiting in front of the fence of the rented house. He stuffed the suitcase into the trunk before he got into the car and sat down next to a man in his 40s and up who seemed to be smiling flirtatiously at him.

"Where is your husband?" ask the man.

"Let's go, Mas! If he gets angry, I don't care! After all, I just need him to be the father of my son on paper! After this child is born, I will divorce him and choose to stay with you!" mauren said as he wrapped his hands around the man's arm.

*******

"Are you okay?" tanya Dikta when she met Varissa seemed not eager to try on a dress for their official engagement.

The woman just nodded slowly. He smiled slightly as he stared at the reflection of himself and Dikta in front of the mirror.

"I'm just a little worried, Ta." He answered weakly.

"I'm afraid Mas Erik will ruin our lives in the future."

Dikta seemed to think for a moment. He hugged Varissa from behind as he put her chin on the head of the beautiful woman.

"He'll never be able to do that, Va!" dikta said calmly.

"I will make sure that the man will never be able to hurt you even a fingernail. Hold promise!" full of seriousness.

Varissa smiled again. He turned. He looked up at the handsome man before moving to hug him tightly. Dikta didn't even expect to get such a tight hug from Varissa.

"Yes, I believe. Thanks, yeah!"

"That's all?" tanya Dikta who was looking at him with both eyebrows raised.

"Are there any more?" Varissa asked back. Baffled.

Dikta sighed. He thought, Varissa was quite experienced with the typical codes of lovers considering the woman had been married. But unfortunately not. Varissa still looks innocent and instead looks at him charging for an explanation.

"Ta?" Varissa jerked her still-at-home hand hugging the man's waist in front of her.

Embarrassed, Dikta lowered her head slightly. Poking his left cheek, while looking around to make sure no one saw the action.

Varissa tried to put on a smile that forced her to come out when she understood what the telephone pole wanted. He looked around and landed a quick kiss on the man's cheek.

THE CUP!

Dikta closed his eyes with lips tightly clenched while re-enforcing his body. Meanwhile, Varissa had already turned back to look in the mirror. Sculpting himself in front of the object that reflects his shadow while smiling shyly.

He could see, Dikta was holding the left cheek of the former kiss with a wide smiling face that showed his teeth. Ohuhai! So sweet is the smile of this one brother, Varissa muttered in heart. Plus, the behavior of Dikta who looks shy cat increasingly adds to his cute impression. Why does this guy have to have everything Varissa likes, anyway?

"Va!" call Dikta slowly. In her toel is Varissa's shoulder who pretends to check the details of her dress.

"Hmm?" the woman replied.

"There is envy" said Dikta half-whispering in Varissa's ear still standing before him.

"Who?" Varissa looked around. There's no one.

"Here" pointed Dikta at his right cheek. "He protested, he said, how is it that only the left is kissed? Masa' danya isn't?" said the man.

Varissa looked back at Dikta. Even though his own cheeks were already flushed like ripe tomatoes, he still tried to be mediocre. His right index finger moved to signal for Dikta to bend slightly. And, happily, of course the man did it quickly before Varissa changed her mind.

"Where are the envious?" ask Varissa who follows the plot of the game Dikta. Impressed tacky indeed. But somehow it was so pleasing.

"Here," answered Dikta pointing at his right cheek which he had thrust towards Varissa.

THE CUP!

One long kiss Varissa gave there. Then, he stroked the cheek slowly and then cupped Dikta's face with his two tiny hands.

"You're not jealous anymore, are you?" tanyakanya.

Dikta nodded.