I know you're cheating

The third one, SATAN!

A simple engagement party with only friends and co-workers was over. The guests have left. There was only one or two left and it seemed to be a serious conversation with Doctor Imran and Lawyer Reno.

Dikta who was still trapped in the circle of fathers slowly inched away. Trying to escape by rewinding steps without making a sound. He can't take it anymore. His self-loathing attitude forced him to immediately seclude.

Successfully away from the herd of the 1965s generation, Dikta was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. It felt like I had just broken free from a hungry pack of wolves. He stepped wide to the swimming pool behind the house and took a seat on a long bench painted white while lighting a cigarette.

Long stuck by himself with a gaze that did not escape the view of the night sky, Dikta was surprised by the presence of someone who hugged his neck from behind. However, the shock only lasted for a while after he detected who the person who came was through the fragrant perfume attached to the woman's body.

"Kok here?" tanya Dikta hugged her arm around her neck. The cigarette that was left was half a stick he threw away. I don't want the smoke inhaled by the woman.

"Bored. My butterflies are tired of hearing the nyerocos twins continue to be endless" replied Varissa. His cheeks he put on the cheeks of the long-haired man.

Dikta smiled thinly. He broke Varissa's embrace from her neck and led her to sit next to him.

"Racid?" Dikta stroked Varissa's long unraveled hair.

"No," bell Varissa. His lips were endlessly spreading a smile. Moreover, when he noticed the ring of Dikta's gift that had now curled sweetly decorated his little finger.

"Ta, are you sure of your choice?" The woman's eyes look sad. Suddenly, anxiety and worry came without being invited. Her status as a woman who had already built a household but unfortunately failed, made Varissa a little awkward. After all, Dikta is a single man who is actually able to find a woman who is much more everything than him.

Apparently, the man sitting next to her only responded lightly. He just leaned his back on the iron bench and smiled faintly rubbing Varissa's cheeks.

"I've never hesitated in doing anything in my life, Va! From the very beginning, this heart has chosen you." Dikta held his chest. "I didn't choose. But he is," he said, pointing at his chest.

"But..," Varissa bit her lower lip. Frankly, she was a little distracted by the talk of some of the people present at the party saying that a widow like her, was too lucky to get a man like Dikta. Yes, although of course Aunt Hesti immediately reacted and rebuked those few people blatantly.

"Don't hear!" He closed both ears suddenly. Making a pair of glassy netra that looks shiny in the light of the garden light.

"Whatever negative thoughts people think about me or you, don't hear them! Who is in this relationship, we. Who have the right to judge whether we deserve each other as well as us. Let them comment as they please. That's their right. But, don't forget! Me and you together, falling in love with each other, even to this stage, that is also our right. Why if you have never been married? I don't have a problem, why do they have problems?" Dikta's eyebrows raised. "I know best what's best for me. Not those guys. Not people who only know me at a glance and then pretentious acting like they've seen and watched me since baby."

Varissa bowed while making a smile. The tears that escaped her she wiped with her thumb. Apparently, this man also knew what people were talking about regarding their engagement. But, why did Dikta's attitude at the party seem mediocre? Uh! Varissa patted her jidat. She forgot that her future husband was always like that. Be angry, happy, or sad. He had only one expression that was always given to people. Namely, flat. Like a shirt that just got ironed.

" So still hurt by their talk? Do I need to crash?" ask Dikta who is preparing to rise from his chair.

Snapping, Varissa held the man's arm. Ask him to sit back. "You turned out to be able to have a long speech as well, huh? I thought, your mouth can only speak long sentences of 5 words doang."

The man snorted. Little laugh while rolling both sleeves up to the elbow.

"I can turn into something you don't see, as long as it makes you feel better" Dikta said.

Varissa nodded. Right too, anyway. This man can be anything for his sake. Sometimes they are like angels. However, sometimes it feels creepy but still approachable if you have dealt with something that deviates from the law. Varissa even remembers when the last time Dikta accidentally made Mauren an accident as a warning. However, unfortunately the female actor was unconscious as well.

"You don't be evil anymore, yeah!" Suddenly, Varissa was horrified to imagine that Dikta would do something to Erik. But, don't get me wrong! Not that because Varissa still harbors a taste or worries about Erik. Instead, she just didn't want her future husband to be a crime suspect before they actually officially held the status of a married couple.

"I've never been evil" Dikta denied relaxed.

Varissa. Liar.

"Eh, what are you doing?" varissa screeched as Dikta suddenly laid his head on her lap.

"Sleep!" the man replied relaxed as he closed his eyes.

"Ta..," call Varissa. The smile on his face could not be covered when he saw the long legs of the man did not fit in the bench they were sitting on.

"Enak, sleeping in this kayak position? Your feet don't fit on the bench, you know!" ringis Varissa felt sorry.

"From your back up, it's delicious!" Dikta re-opened his eyes. "But, from the waist down.." The man paused his sentence. "Honestly, not good at all!" the answer.

Swahahaha...

Broke up Varissa's laughter. Yeah iyeah! The bench that is about a meter long, which fits with a body that is almost two meters long. Dikta's legs even passed through the bench divider despite having been painstakingly bent in such a way.

"Va! Laughs already?" tanya Dikta with eyes blinking. Very satisfied Varissa laughed at him.

"Udah," nodded the woman.

"Now, please help me wake up! It's hard!" say the man is honest.

Varissa rolled her eyes lazily. He tried to help Dikta to wake up again.

"What are you two doing here?" shouted Doctor Imran who always became an atmosphere destroyer.

"The chatty one's coming!" dikta muttered half annoyed.

"Huss!" Varissa elbowed Dikta's stomach even though she actually agreed with the man's words. Yes, Doctor Imran is indeed a destroyer of Wahid's number.

"What are you two doing here? You know, if your aunt's nyariin daritadi?" doctor Omelette Imran.

"Just have a normal conversation, Om!" Varissa answered representing after glancing towards the man sitting next to her. Isha! There is no initiative at all of Dikta to defend itself.

"Chat inside, you can!"

"But, in the storm."

Doctor Imran grunts. He went with nimbrung. Sitting in the middle of the two men who forced Varissa and Dikta to shift away in order to give place to the destroyer atmosphere number Wahid.

"Ck!" Dikta clucked inadmissive.

"Prophey! Try it, don't get too close! Wait until it's completely official, just be alone in a quiet place like this."

"It's not quiet, Om!" sangkal Varissa's. "Well, the proof is there's mosquitoes, there's crickets." It points to origin.

"Ck!" Doctor Imran biting his lower lip with threatening bulging eyes. Suddenly, Varissa immediately bowed in fear with two hands squeezing her beautiful ivory white dress.

"You know that anyway? Men and women who are not officially married are strictly forbidden alone in a quiet place. Know why?" Doctor Imran glanced at Varissa and Dikta alternately.

"Because, who was the third man, SATAN!" doctor Imran.

"Yes. Nih, the demon already exists," said Dikta half muttered.

"Bad!" Inevitably, one loud slap he got from Doctor Imran on his shoulder.