I know you're cheating

SAH

The wedding party that was waiting for was finally held. Gisam Butena's "Heaven by G" hotel ballroom bears witness to the union of two people who love each other before God. The room was silent for a moment as the bride walked gracefully accompanied by a middle-aged man entering the room. Suddenly, his presence became the center of attention of all the guests present.

The bride smiled. Trying to hold the heartbeat that feels almost dislodged when she sees her future husband is waiting with a hiker up there. A pair of legs even almost collapsed when the teeth of the man who was about to officially become her husband was seen when Gisam Butena seemed to whisper something to him.

Wrapped in Javanese bridal clothes, they then sat side by side in a chair with Mr. Penghulu in front of them. Immediately, after all the witnesses and the invited guests had sat back down, pak pengghulu quickly grabbed the groom's hand. Hit him once, then say it out loud.

"Ananda Pradikta Anantavirya, I marry you and I control you with Varissa Azalea bint Hadi Ananta whose guardian has represented me with the dowry of a set of prayer instruments along with a diamond ring weighing 5 grams paid in cash!"

"I received his marriage and marriage, Varissa Azalea bint Hadi Ananta with a dowry a set of prayer tools along with a diamond ring weighing 5 grams, paid in cash!" reply Dikta with one breath.

SAH!!!

The word filled the room. The couple looked at each other. Stare at each other with smiles that decorate their faces.

Finally, the wait is over. They have now been bound in a legitimate bond according to law and religion. They will not let anyone come to ruin their happiness. Including Erik.

"Congratulations!" doctor Imran said, rubbing Dikta's shoulder and hugging her. " Be careful if you make Varissa disappointed. Actually Om circumcision twice your 'anu' it!" whisper so Varissa doesn't hear.

"If you get circumcised twice, what else would Varissa wear, Om? Want him to go berserk?" reply Dikta does not want to lose.

Doctor Imran hissing. It's smart that this kid returns the word. Choosing not to continue the debate at this civic event, Doctor Imran immediately sauntered in a special chair for the parents of the bride.

"They're compatible, Grandma!" said Sani while watching Dikta and Varissa who re-entered the room after changing into a costume with a coat and a beautiful ivory white dress that seemed simple.

Widya nodded in agreement. There is a corner of the eye that feels warm again. Happy mingles filled him when he saw the grandson smiling nonstop today.

"How many years have I missed without seeing that expensive smile, Ni?" slowly oozed. Since childhood, Dikta was stingy smile. Talking is also very rare. He is more likely to show his love through deeds rather than words.

Sani gently rubbed the shoulder of the sister-in-law's mother. "It's not just Mom. Sani too. It felt like for a very long time Sani had not seen Dikta's smile. Sani is very long. Exactly like the smile of Mbak Risma," he said who suddenly remembered his brother. Dikta's tooth gingsul exactly like his brother's. With his eyes and nose. Dikta is his male version of Risma. So said Wildan, Sani's husband.

He's really stupid. That he realized when Dikta completely disappeared as he wanted. Sometimes prayer is not always necessary. Moreover, that is spoken in an emotional state. Because, often if it is true, then we ourselves regret asking for it.

"Don't keep smiling" Dikta reprimanded without looking at Varissa.

The reproved only beg. Waving a gaze of protest to the man who has now legally become her husband.

"Don't frown, no good! People will misunderstand. Later, he thought we were married because we had to." Again, Dikta rebuked his wife.

"Keep, what should I do? Wrong smile, wrong whimper too!" varissa protests with pursed lips.

"Smile!" the man's orders during the camera shots were suddenly directed towards them.

"I'm not ready yet" ringis Varissa. But the photographer has already left.

"Good work" said Dikta reassuringly.

"Good from where? If my eyes are closed next to mine, what? Shameful, Ta!"

"And I had been given a cue" the man raised his eyebrows. Not feeling guilty.

"What do you give me like that?" midget Varissa.

"Don't be a manyun, you'll be beautiful you're gone!" said Dikta again.

Varissa's face warmed. She had never heard that compliment from her husband. And, now, when the compliment was aired, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Am I beautiful?" He held both cheeks.

Dikta smile. A little down, he peeked at his wife's cheek.

"If someone says you're not beautiful, they need to check your eyes."

Ahh!!! I want Varissa to stomp her feet on the floor so happy. He just found out, if praised by his own husband turned out to be like this impact. So, why did it fit in Erik's praise he was never this happy? Uh! He forget. Because the frills must be asking for money.

"Yes!" Varissa called her husband's name again.

"From a scale of 1 to 10, how beautiful am I, at what level?"

"10" answered Dikta without hesitation. Now, his gaze was confused to see his wife's behavior. What the hell is going on?

Again, Varissa's face was red again. Full of confidence she stood tall next to her husband. Presenting invited guests and some business partners who came not only to congratulate. Some of them, obviously take advantage of this moment to attract attention so that their cooperation can be extended or expanded again.

"Your feet, is it okay?" Suddenly Dikta asked again in the midst of an important conversation with a regional official.

Varissa shook her head while smiling. A bit tired indeed, but there was no way he would say that in front of such an important guest right now. The heels he wore were quite high.20 cm and it was not enough to compensate for the height of the husband. However, for the sake of prestige, Varissa endured that tiredness. After all, he was used to it too. Women have to suffer a little to increase prestige.

Without warning, Dikta guided Varissa to sit in one of the chairs. Then, he himself crouched down in front of Varissa. Unveiling his wife's beautiful wedding dress and then checking Varissa's ankles that did look a little flushed.

"Your legs are swollen, Va!" said flat.

"Just a mild swelling. It's ordinary!" varissa replied half grimacingly.

"I told the waiter to get some medicine, yeah!"

"Please ask Bi Nunik. No, the person is here again," Varissa said when she saw Bi Nunik was stirred up to them. Not alone, but with two of his colleagues.

"Mistress's legs why?" asked Bi Nunik a little worried.

"Regular, Bi. Wear heels too!"

Bi Nunik nodded. It's no wonder anymore. This is indeed often befall Varissa if you force yourself to wear high heels for a long time.

"Aunt grab a box of P3K all warm water, yes! You guys wait here!" bi Nunik told Bi Darma and Lastri.

"You go there, Ta! I'm okay, you are!" varissa told her husband. The reason is, he understands. It would not be polite, leaving a county official just like that without saying goodbye.

"Related?" Dikta was heavy if he had to leave his wife in this situation.

"Yes, pity Kang Jamil has to wait." Varissa looked at the head of the area with a slight unpleasant smile.

"Okay, you went up to the room! Rest. In an hour or two, I'll follow. Ask Bi Nunik to make another nemenin until I come. If there's anything, don't hesitate to call me. Or, if not, you can samperin Bang Rambo's men who guard in front of the door." Dikta dictated to his wife. It was nothing, his instincts said that Erik would definitely never let Varissa feel calm.

After landing the kiss approved by his wife, Dikta rushed towards the group of regional officials again. Back in the heavyweight discussion about the licensing of the new Hotel to be established by Gisam Butena in the near future in the area of the head of the District named Kang Jamil. Dikta is one of the biggest investors in the Mega project. A Hotel that will later blend with shopping centers, apartments, and amusement parks at once. Later, the place will also become an icon of the area. Therefore, it takes a special approach with the head of the area without having to play in a dirty way. Corruption and bribery are not the style of Gisam and Dikta in business. Grateful, Kang Jamil is also the head of the region who clings to religion. He is also not a devotee of illegal money so the Mega project plan can be negotiated without significant problems.

"Let go! I want to go in!" furious Erik who for so many times tried to break through the existing defense.

"Don't ngeyel dong, Mas! I told you, who can come in here, only hold the invitation." The guard at the front door sighed harshly. I don't know what kind of speaking style he has to explain to the man who doesn't know himself in front of him.

"Wed that, my wife! Time' yes, I should shut up and go?" erik's protest won't lose. He kept trying to get in and mess up the party.

"Where's the wife?" Bang Rambo out of the event venue. At the approach Erik who had been trying to cause chaos in front of the entrance.

"Y!! It's hard to wear this costume!" he took off the coat he was wearing. "My breath is so tight!" he added while taking off his tie and white shirt. Then, wearing only a button suit, he turned towards Erik. Lifting the collar of the ex-husband Varissa's shirt with one hand only.

"Which wife are you talking about, huh?" ask her with an intimidating look.

"A-anu Bang..," Erik flirted. His breathing was congested because Bang Rambo lifted his body to no longer stand on the ground.

"What's up, huh?" Bang Rambo's eyes glared. "Dare you fuck up at my sister's party, come home your name, Boy!" threaten Bang Rambo and throw Erik's frail body on the floor.

"Sorry, Bang!" screeched Erik who immediately ran back and forth away from there.

"yeah! Just threatened so, it's been blurred apparently." Bang Rambo giggles at Erik's behavior.