I know you're cheating

You're not okay

Feeling that he had been in the hospital for a long time, Varissa decided to go home. He can not forever take health as an excuse to buy time for his return. Moreover, Erik and his parents seem to begin to suspect Varissa's condition is actually no longer okay. He was healthy one hundred percent.

"Welcome back, my dear!" edward opened the door of the house to his wife.

"Thank you very much, Mom!" Varissa hugged the husband's waist. Pretending to still love with all his heart the man who betrayed him.

The workers in the house greeted Varissa with full force. They were happy, their mistress finally came back.

After Erik resigned to return to the office after taking Varissa home, Varissa gathered all the workers at her home in the living room. There are three ARTs, two security and two gardeners. All Varissa calls without exception.

"Thank God, Madam is finally home!" Bi Nunik, the most senior ART who had participated in Varissa long before marrying Erik said sincerely. He represented another worker to start the conversation.

"Thank you very much, Bi!" varissa smiled. "There's something I want to ask my aunt and the others. Can you answer honestly?"

"About what, Madam?"

Varissa tapped gently on the glass of water she held. Judging from the expressions of the workers, it was clear that they were hiding something.

"Did Mas Erik ever bring a foreign woman into this house?"

Everyone's faces suddenly pias. Their eyes widened and looked at each other with fearful expressions. Some of them even squeezed their nervous hands.

"So, it's true that Mas Erik brought another woman here, huh?" varissa Mumbles. He could deduce that when he saw all his workers suddenly panicked.

"N-never, Madam!" Marwan, one of the security denied.

Varissa smiled sweetly listening to Marwan's lies. Perhaps, the workers still think that Varissa is still the old Varissa. A woman who is innocent and willing to be constantly fooled by her own husband.

"How much money did Mas Erik give you to keep your mouth shut?"

Everyone's heart is like it's going to fall. That cold, piercing speech clearly gave a stern warning despite being wrapped in a calm, low-key style of speech.

"Does Madam doubt Auntie?" tanya Bi Nunik with teary eyes.

Varissa took a deep breath. Actually, he could not bear to treat his workers this hard. But how else? The workers must also be selected one by one. He does not want Erik's minions in his house to avoid classic tragedies such as poisoning by eating or drinking something in his own house. The story is not a soap opera that should leave a gap for the antagonist in weakening it. Varissa doesn't want to take the slightest risk.

"And, does Aunt think I'm stupid?"

DEG!

Bi Nunik bit his lower lip nervously. Since when, did that innocent, kind and gentle Varissa become good at intimidating and reversing words?

"If no one wants to speak up, then better pack your things and get out of this house! I don't want to hire people who work for my husband. I will only pay people who really want to work with me" said Varissa while holding her back.

The workers looked at each other again. Those who had forgotten the truth about who the original ruler in this house had finally regained their memories.

"I'm sorry, Madam! Don't fire us!" Bi Nunik gathered in front of Varissa. With other workers.

"We are only afraid that you will harm us if you know that we complain about your actions to the Madam" the middle-aged woman added. That thing is right. Not the money they received in exchange for shut up from Erik but a threat.

Varissa got up from her seat. He approached Bi Nunik and helped the middle-aged woman stand back up.

"But, Madam..," Bi Nunik still felt doubtful. He and the others wanted to believe in Varissa. However, they had little doubt on the ability of women who had been known only as slaves love her husband alone.

"I will guarantee your safety. Does Aunt agree?"

Bi Nunik and the others turned to stare at someone who had just arrived. Bi Nunik's eyes narrowed and his brain began to remember where he had seen this figure before. The man was foreign but a little familiar in his eyes.

"Mas Dikta?" guess Bi Nunik with widened eyes. "It's true Mas Dikta, right?" tanyanya.

"How are you, Bi?" Dikta greeted even without a smile. Perhaps, a smile for the man was something extremely expensive to give to just anyone.

"So really, if this is Mas Dikta?" Bi Nunik approached the handsome man. Hugging him was full of longing while laughing as if in disbelief. "Geez, my mom! Long time no see, Mas Dikta now more handsome, yes. High again."

Dikta drew a smile barely visible. In fact, you could say no one realized that the man had just smiled.

"So, how? You guys gonna side with me or with Mas Erik?" ask Varissa who returned the focus of everyone on the subject that had been shifted due to the arrival of Dikta.

Bi Nunik stared at Varissa and Dikta alternately. Before long, the middle-aged woman nodded her head while continuing to hold Dikta's arm. It is like finding a child who has been missing for a long time.

"If there is a Mas Dikta on the Madam's side, Auntie agrees to tell her everything. Not only that, Bibi is also willing to be an informant for Madam Va if Madam needs it." Bi Nunik spoke out loudly.

"Curtain! Bi Nunik believed in Dikta even more than me. Actually, how great was this guy's ability? Why does Papa even Bi Nunik trust him so much?"

"What about the others?" ask Varissa to 6 people who have not voted.

"We also agree, Madam," Marwan nods at the others.

"Then tell me about Mas Erik's secret that I don't know!" varissa's orders were firm. He must not be outdone by the aura of intimidation from Dikta. He should look much better than that guy.

"Mistress's guess is right. You do often bring other women to this house during the Madam in the hospital," said Bi Nunik.

Varissa smiled miris. It was no surprise to him to learn that Erik had brought Mauren to his house. However, for some reason it still feels pain in the heart when hearing it from others.

"Then?"

"They even use the main room to do perverts" said Lastri, the youngest ART at Varissa's house. He is two years younger than Varissa.

Bi Darma elbowed the arm of Lastri who spoke blatantly. He glared at the young widow to pay attention to her way of speaking.

"I'm sorry Lastri said, Madam! This child does like to be frank without thinking" said Bi Darma. He is ART who has been working for 5 years in that house.

"It's okay, Bi! It's good if I know everything with nothing to subtract from."

"But..., is Madam okay?" Bi Darma asked to make sure.

"Of course not" chirped the man with the tied hair that had been standing up. His eyes looked straight at Varissa who was staring at him. From that pair of dewy neutrals of the woman who was also standing about a meter and a half away from him, Dikta saw destruction. Yes, destruction. There's just that.

Then, how can one be fine if there is only that destruction within him?