I know you're cheating

Family apology

It's okay for a guy to cry sometimes. Because, if the clear melt was properly spilled, then it came out sincerely from his heart.

It's okay for a guy to cry sometimes. Because, the shoulders are stored the burden of responsibility to such a large family.

It's okay to sometimes cry. Because, if it really happened, just for one reason. He was really hurt by the people he loved.

Crying does not show him weak. Crying is just a way to shed the burden and signify that he is still an ordinary man.

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It took great courage for Dikta to be able to set foot back in his hometown. Conditions have changed a lot. The skyscrapers have dominated the city that once seemed still a little behind it. Now, Dikta even feels alien to his own hometown after returning after so long.

"You're okay, right?" Varissa touched the back of the hand of the man sitting next to her. A warm smile gives strength.

Today, everything from Dikta's past must be completed. They returned to clarify all the misunderstandings that used to be ingrained in the mind of the great Dikta family. They came back to finish the last spilling so that nothing else would stick in their hearts.

About an hour's drive from the airport, they arrived at a large house with a typical Dutch building feel. The condition of the house is quite old eaten by age. Not much has changed other than refurbished paint.

"Ta?" call Varissa when she finds the man just stunned and reluctant to step foot. Both of his hands clenched tightly as if holding back an explosion that was ready to ravage everything around him. Quickly, Varissa immediately grabbed those two fists. He parsed it and slipped his tiny fingers across the man's big fingers.

"We are both now. There's nothing we can't go through together" Varissa said with complete confidence in her eyes.

As much as possible Dikta tried to catch his breath. Calming the anxiety that started raging violently within him.

"Who's looking, huh?" A gardener who happened to be tending the flowers in the front yard rebuked them. The old man's eyes narrowed slightly. Feeling familiar with the face of the tall, long-haired man who seemed to be throwing his face away when he came.

"We're going to see Widya's mother. Does he exist?" ask Varissa to represent. He knew, Dikta's condition was not in a state fully capable of fighting alone.

"Mother is at Mr. Wildan's house. At most, another hour just returned home," replied the gardener while continuing to look at Dikta thoughtfully. He knew the young man somewhere.

"Can you please call Mom to come home? All of you, please call Mr. Wildan and Ms. Sani."

Dikta looked surprised. His eyes raised a protest to Varissa for the woman's words.

"Who are you, huh?"

"Please say, Pradikta Galuh wants to meet" Varissa said.

Glimpsed Dikta's expression whose eyes began to turn red. There were a lot of emotions on the man's face. All Varissa could do was accompany the man. Trying to keep him strong even though all he was able to do was stand beside Dikta encouragingly.

It is not easy for people who experience it directly. Meanwhile, those of us who just give support certainly only say 'you can' without thinking that not everyone has the same mentality in the face of similar cases. Everyone reacts differently in one case. However, standing beside them and continuing to echo the word 'you are not alone' will certainly have an impact even though as small as a grain of rice.

"Den Dikta?" The gardener approached. Holding Dikta's arms and hands with reddened eyes.

"This is right Den Dikta?" tanyanya. He held both hands of the young man. His eyes glazed over looking back at the poor boy who was once thrown away by his own family.

"Oh my God, Den! Where have you been all this time? Den Dikta is healthy, right? The burns, how? Healing yet?"

Varissa's eyes were wide. A burn? Exist any? Meanwhile, Dikta only looked at him with a gaze full of wounds.

"Whose Dodi is healthy?" Dikta ventured to make a sound.

"Well, Den! Alhamdulillah! How's aden? Healthy too, right? Oh my God, he's a handsome young man. I'm really grateful to see Aden again!" Mang Dodi rubbed the corners of his watery eyes.

"Varissa. He is my future wife" said Dikta smiling.

His first smile came when he arrived in his hometown.

"Aden wants to get married? Oh my God, Mamang really did not expect. Where's his future wife beautiful like this." Mang Dodi shook his head in astonishment.

"Look yuk! Mommy's gonna call Mom soon!" said Mang Dodi.

Now they have come to a real fight. Just when the rush of feet was heard entering the living room, Dikta's hands were already squeezing the fingers of Varissa. And, when the old face that he had not seen for a very long time appeared, Dikta immediately stared. Also, with the old lady. He dropped the bag he was holding. Meanwhile, a couple standing behind him could only hold hands. Sharing each other's strengths.

"Grandma!" Dikta standing. All the storms have raged in his chest. That great roar mixed into one. Prepare to be a disaster that at any time is able to destroy Dikta.

Armed with the spirit of Varissa and the rest of the energy he had, Dikta stepped closer to his Grandmother. Intended to kiss the back of the hand of the woman who had given birth to her father.

THE PLAQUE!!

One hard slap Dikta got on her left cheek. Varissa who watched was strangled restrained. Closing his mouth in shock at the scene he had never predicted. Meanwhile, Dikta just bowed. Raising again his face again was rewarded with a hard slap on the right cheek.

"Am I worth nothing in Grandma's eyes?" The man's voice came out as the tears also began to slide freely.

"If you can choose,." Asshort as Dikta tries to get rid of his chest. "I'd rather die in that fire than live with the hatred of all of you." He stared at his grandmother, Uncle and Aunt.

"What's wrong if I just follow the instinct to survive by jumping out of that time window?" Her crying was really like a child. "I don't know why the fire happened either. I also didn't know that my parents and my brother couldn't save themselves. Is that all my fault? Am I guilty because I'm the only one alive?"

"Do you think you're the only one grieving their loss? What do you think, I don't?" Dikta held his chest that felt increasingly tight. "I am as hurt as you. Butwhy? Why can you only blame me? Why?" the man screamed in despair.

"Stupid!" That one word came out of Widya's mouth, Grandma Dikta knew so much that she hated it.

"I? Stupid person?" show Dikta to himself.

"Yes. You stupid boy! Why did you choose to leave that time, huh? Why can't you wait until Grandma's emotions subside? You disappeared without a trace. Do you think Grandma hasn't been looking for you?" Replace, now Widya who spilled her heart.

"Just because Grandma was angry for a day, doesn't mean Grandma really hates you! You stupid grandson!" crying Widya while folding both hands in front of the chest.

"Sorry!" widya said it sincerely. "Grandmother admitted, Grandma is not a wise parent. Granny accuses you. Speak a language that you should not have heard at your age. Grandma is really sorry, Dikta! Sorry, Grandma!" Suddenly, Widya had already calmed down before Dikta. Begging forgiveness to the grandchildren he had hurt so deeply.

"Om and Auntie are sorry too!" Wildan and Sani were at the feet of Dikta.

Dikta is unable to speak anymore. He sobbed while biting his arm to muffle the roaring cry. A momentary khilaf performed by Grandma and her uncle and aunt has left a deep wound. However, it turned out that they had regretted it for a long time. Meanwhile, they did not know that the impact of their actions had left such a deep pain for many years in Dikta's heart.

"It must be hard, right, to fight alone?" sani asked as she rubbed the top of her nephew's head. He was too slow to realize that only his nephew, the memories of his dead sister, were left. The boy he was supposed to look after, even grew away from home without being accompanied by them.

"I thought, I was completely banished," said Dikta who was still sobbing deeply.

"Sorry! We were adults but not adults at that time. We're really sorry!"

Varissa wiped the corner of her eye. He smiled and was grateful. The story does not end forever. Instead, everything looks beautiful now. Right the saying. There is always a rainbow after the rain.