I know you're cheating

The disguised revenge

"Well, Mauren?" Varissa's eyeballs almost came out of place when she accidentally saw Mauren's face on television. The condition of the woman who once seized her husband seemed apprehensive. Her appearance was very messy due to the tantrums of famous actresses who almost all of her films are Varissa's favorite.

"I just want to convey to all women in Indonesia who have a similar fate to me in order to remain strong. Don't hold on and hurt yourself just because of the child we have. You guys should know! Instead, our children will even be hurt if they know their parents are not in line but still survive. It is better to separate and give understanding to our children that their Father and Mother already understand differently. I am sure, we as strong women are definitely able to raise our own children with great love without the help of cheating men like my husband. And, if you are still hesitant to take a stand, I respect your decision. Because, personally, it took me a very long time to finally take this path!"

So more or less Greta said when interviewed by reporters during the press conference.

"Watch what, anyway?" He also joined Varissa. The pasta he just finished making for Varissa was put on the table.

"That, Mauren's in tivi!" point Varissa to the big screen in front of them.

"Oh yeah?" tanya Dikta pretended.

Varissa grabbed a plate of pasta on the table. Bribed it into his mouth while nodding his head.

"It turns out, he cheated on each other again. Famous artist husband, again. Poor thing, Erik!" varissa said in between her meals.

Apparently, the man next to her did not like to listen to Varissa's last sentence. Even so, the veil of dislike, he did not highlight on his face.

"You feel sorry for Erik?" ask Dikta in a cold tone.

"Little bit. In any case, he was already half dead fighting for his love for Mauren. But, as it turned out, the woman cheated again."

Dikta. Staring at the goal of the woman sitting next to him while supporting the head with her left hand. A little smile fell on the corner of his lips.

"Kok concerned about me? Wanna?" The woman offered her passover to Dikta.

The man asked just nodded. That's not what he wants.

"You're jealous because I said pity for Mas Erik?" guess Varissa.

There was a long sigh from the man beside her before nodding his head. Suddenly, Varissa's mouth stopped chewing. His plate he put back on the table. His body turned to face the man and stroked Dikta's head with his lentic fingers.

"Why should I be jealous? Erik is nobody to me anymore. I feel sorry for him just because I knew him. Not more!"

Dikta is still silent. Only his eyes continued to look at the face of the woman before him.

"You don't see, what is my facial expression?" Varissa's eyes flickered. Both of his hands cupped his own face. "Did my face look like I still have feelings when I say Mas Erik's name?"

Dikta shook her head slowly.

"Nothing, is it?" The woman smiled with satisfaction. "Don't be too jealous, Ta!" he said while pinching Dikta's cheek.

A little laugh came from the man's mouth. Then his hand moved piercing Varissa's chin.

"I don't see any more expressions of love from you for Erik. But, I see there's a little pimple down here!" said flat.

"Huh? Any time?" varissa panicked. Take a small glass from the bag that never misses. And, sure enough. There was a pimple appearing under his chin.

"Could there be, anyway? Though, this morning there wasn't," the ringist almost cried.

"I'm being ugly, aren't I?" ask Varissa to Dikta.

The man nodded again.

"Answored, Ta!" snapped Varissa annoyed. "Tomorrow, we have a prewed photo, you know! Isha! Why can it grow pimples, anyway?" He stomped his feet on the floor hard.

"A pimple that small, where it looks on the camera, Va!" the Dikta calms.

The woman's eyes glared. His lips were piqued at hearing Dikta's words.

"That's not the answer to my question, Ta!" said angry.

Again Varissa throbbed. Do you forget or pretend to forget?

"I don't look bad, because of this pimple?" ask her once again even with a big heart.

"Stay pretty!" answer Dikta soberly.

"I don't think the answer is that intention?"

"What intention!"

Huh! Varissa rolled her eyes lazily. Indeed, this is the risk of talking to early humans of the evolutionary stage. He has to hold back a lot of emotions. Enlarge a sense of patience and learn self-control so as not to strangle the neck of her own future husband. The language of Dikta is limited. Perhaps, Dikta needs Indonesian lessons to enrich his vocabulary.

"That's what... Gemes me!" said Varissa with jaws churning and two hands clenched in front of Dikta's face. If you don't remember tomorrow's prewed photo, maybe his fist landed heavily on the man's nose.

There was no meaningful response from the man. In fact, his facial expression and manner of sitting still did not change. Only Varissa has since been tearing herself up like someone with hemorrhoids.

"The karma for those who hurt you is still not enough, Va! I will never be content to hurt them until they come and kneel at your feet to beg for mercy" Dikta murmured inwardly as he continued to stare at the future wife who continued to grumble at length.

His gaze then turned on the television screen that still displayed the faces of Greta, Cipto and Mauren alternately. The corner of his lips lifted back up. Hell for Mauren slowly begins to take shape. And Dikta will make sure that the hell will swallow Erik and his extended family.

"Don't daydream!" reprimand Varissa while elbowing the clay of Dikta.

The pair of jet netra turned back to stare at Varissa. Both of his eyebrows shot up with a faint, fluffy smile.

"I'm talking, you're watching! You guys are not sensitive!" point at Varissa while holding her chest.

Dikta's eyebrows are getting raised. Oi! Where's her fault?

"Toggle again?" tanya Dikta sighed.

"No!" ketus Varissa's.

"That's a lickhead!" god Dikta while trying out Varissa's arm. Intentionally wanting to make the woman even more upset.

"No, yeah!" deny Varissa with a shout.

Dikta gulped his saliva rough. Not to mention, Varissa's voice is like a dinosaur. How are you after they get married?

"I'm not a budge, Va!" he said with a look that still looked amazed.

"Who told me to go fishing" said the woman with a frowning look.

The matter regarding Mauren was so quickly forgotten. For Varissa, both Erik and Mauren are just a part of the past. No sympathy was left for Mauren who ever ruined the happiness of her household. Now, he considers the woman to be nothing more than a stranger. His life is different now. It was no longer Erik that he kept in his heart but Dikta. So, for what else should he put hate on the two people who had incised gaping wounds in his heart? Isn't that the same as still allowing yourself to be trapped in the past?

However, what Varissa does not know is that the man who is now beside her actually thinks otherwise. There was no satisfaction that Dikta felt before actually making Mauren, Erik and his family in misery. For Dikta, forgiving those who had hurt Varissa was not easy for him.

"Don't whine like that! Your face is getting worse!" dikta. The flat expression that had been her trademark since the beginning was able to hide that grudge perfectly.

"Yes!" Varissa screeched loudly.

"What the hell?"

"If I'm ugly, why would you want to?"

"Let there be no rivals" Dikta replied while holding back a laugh.