I know you're cheating

There's me!

Doctor Imran took off his glasses. Kneading the base of the nose and taking a deep breath while staring at Varissa. He then straightened his back. Take a deep breath before you begin to reveal the old story that has been almost forgotten in his mind.

"Yes, you're right" nods Doctor Imran. "Dikta did get treatment from a psychiatric expert when he was first brought home by your Papa."

Netra Varissa perfectly rounded. In the next instant, there was a mist covering his vision. Then, followed by the clear decay that is accommodated in the corner of the eye.

"Dikta's life was very hard then, Va! He lost his father, mother and brother at one time. And, what was much more poignant was that all the other families blamed him. Think of Dikta as the culprit of the great fire that engulfed his house at that time." Doctor Imran sighed in concern.

"Maybe you never know. But, Papa you have tried to maximum cure Dikta's trauma. Your papa even brought in a renowned psychologist from abroad to overcome the trauma of the child." The old man sighed faintly. "But, it looks like he's been cheating on Papa you're even Om." Doctor Imran laughed in concern.

"We thought the trauma had healed a long time ago. But, after hearing your story, it seems not yet. Ck! It's a bad boy, your future husband!," added Doctor Imran while clucking annoyed.

"So, what should Va do, Om?" varissa asked with a trembling voice. Regretting of course has infiltrated the tribe. In any case, he is the trigger of past trauma that reappears.

"Keep over him. Don't let him feel alone. Your current role must be very influential. Remember that! You are the person he loves the most right now. So, show that you can also give as much love as he gives to you. That way, it was possible, the banished feeling he felt, could slowly disappear."

Armed with long advice from Doctor Imran and Aunt Hesti, Varissa decided to go home using an online taxi. Let it! For tonight, he'll try to put the ego aside. Trying to resist the urge to meet Dikta so that the man can enjoy solitude to shed the wounds that he had never shown to Varissa or anyone else.

Varissa understands. Very well understood. Dikta definitely did not want to show his weakness in front of him.

*****

The sound of the bell forced Dikta who was still curled up on the bed to wake up. The clock is above the nightstand. At 8:35 in the morning. It was a very long time for him to wake up. Somehow, tired so much since last night. Dikta did not even remember, when he began to fall asleep. The dreams that had never come were now back to milling when he began to close his eyes and the consciousness was already half gone. Feels torturous. Moreover, when there was no place for him to share.

The handsome man stared for a moment in front of the door. After that, he bowed and shifted his body so that the woman who came could go inside. Then, he followed the woman's graceful steps after closing the door to his apartment.

"Why didn't you just go in?" chirps Dikta while following the steps of Varissa who moves towards the kitchen. Because, the woman already knows the password of her apartment.

"I'm afraid, you're still angry!" varissa replied while putting the parcel she was carrying on top of the pantry.

"I'm angry, but not with you" said the man honestly. He sat in the pantry seat. Following the movement of Varissa who is now the ruler of her kitchen through a pair of jet neutrals that she has.

"Well, why just wake up? It hurt?" Varissa took out two small plates from inside the dish rack. Move open the package he brought and cut the cake that is the contents of the package.

"No" replied the short Dicta.

Feels awkward. Varissa did not know what to do with Dikta at this time. Moreover, when he knew that the man was harboring a gaping wound that had been successfully hidden from him perfectly.

"Brown cake?" Dikta's eyebrows raised. Look at the cake that Varissa gave with a glass of hot black coffee without sugar.

"Say, chocolate can elevate the mood. That's why I bought it for you" Varissa smiled. His own cake has been dined joyfully beside Dikta.

"Sorry!" After a moment of silence, the voice in Dikta was heard breaking.

"For what?" ask Varissa confused.

Varissa nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry! Although, to be honest, I'm a bit irritated, anyway!"

"Va?" The desperate rails were clearly imprinted on Dikta's face.

Ahh!! Varissa quickly turned her face away. Why does Dikta look like that? It was like seeing an adorable kitten.

"Handle, Ta!" The woman chuckled. "You don't want to tell me anything, Ta?" ask her a few moments later.

This time, Varissa wanted to be serious. If you want to start a new sheet, then the old sheet must be completely finished. Including, between him and Erik, and also between Dikta and his family.

"Nothing," buzzed Dikta while throwing his face away. It was obvious that he was trying to avoid.

Varissa took a long breath. Dealing with Dikta is a little difficult. Moreover, if the intended is to explore the past story of Dikta. The man, always put up a high defensive wall and refused anyone including Varissa to enter it.

"Masa' doesn't exist? About your family?"

The one being asked is just silence. Still reluctant to look at him.

"Ta," Varissa gently touched the back of Dikta's hand. "We're going to get married again. Don't you want to ask your family for their blessing?"

"I don't have a family" Dikta replied quickly and reflexively. His breath began to hunt again. However, as much as possible, he tried to behave normally in front of Varissa.

Varissa bit her lower lip while trying to hold back the cry that demanded to be released. Look at! Both hands of Dikta started shaking. His lips slowly began to pale. However, her body gestures were still trying to show that she was fine. And, it's all just for Varissa's sake.

"I want to go to the room for a while," said Dikta while forcing myself to go to the room with the rest of the energy. Medicinal. He needs that stuff right now.

"Sorry!"

Dikta pecked when the embrace was tightly coiled from behind. While swallowing the crummy saliva, he could do nothing but just listen.

"Sorry, Ta! I'm sorry I let you fuck everything yourself. Sorry I'm not feeling the same way you do."

"They? What are you talking about, anyway?" Still trying to pretend.

"Stupid!" A hard pat on his back. "If you have a burden, it should be divided. Not self-inflicted. He said, we love each other. But, if I'm the only one who can share your grief while you're not, why do we have a relationship?"

"Va?"

"Don't make me a useless woman, Ta! I love you the same. At least, make me a backrest when you are sad or in a bad condition. Help u! Share that burden with me! Whatever the case, no matter how big the conflict, even as painful as it feels, please share! Please! Do not be harbored especially passed alone. I'm right here! You got me, Ta!"

The man slowly lowered his head. Then, look up at the ceiling. The corner of his eyes began to warm. And, the next split second, that clear melt finally melted as well. The sound of her sobs broke the silence. As a child, Dikta really showed his wound.