I know you're cheating

First night

Tired of waiting for her husband who never came, Varissa decided to clean herself in the bathroom. Luckily, there are three of his ART that accompany him so he does not need to have trouble in removing his wedding dress and accessories. Once again, he smiled when he saw the beautiful ring on his left ring finger. The ring is proof that he has now officially married a stingy man with a smile like Dikta.

"Ehemmmm... Teroooossss... Make the singles more envious," said Lastri while unraveling Varissa's hair.

"Eat it, marriage! Don't just want to be courted anyway," replied Varissa. He looked at Lastri from the mirror before him. Apparently, the youngest ART in his house was upset.

"Name too, not yet suitable. How are you going, Nya?" lastri defended herself.

"Not yet suitable. We were the ones who asked to break up. You think, because of the slight difference, that guy's been bad all along, is that it?" sergeant Bi Nunik advised.

Add sour face Lastri. He felt surrounded by a group of nagging mothers.

"You, if you are picky, you can't do it, Las!" Bi Darma commented.

"Ih... How about the same evil Lastri, anyway?" Lastri's getting sour.

An hour passed, finally the nose of Dikta was visible as well. Bi Nunik and the others immediately said goodbye. Don't want to disturb their employers' first night.

"Waituin daritadi?" tanya Dikta while peeping the white shoulder of Varissa. Both of his arms are perfectly circular in the slender belly of the wife.

Varissa's heart started beating. It felt like something was stinging all over her body when her husband's moist lips landed on her shoulders and back many times.

The feathers even bristled feeling touch after touch that the man gave.

"Old kok?" ask Varissa who is trying to stay calm. However, the uneasiness was getting peaked and made his lips feel dry when Dikta began to tease by lightly biting his earlobe.

"Why? Can't wait to be hugged by a kayak gini?" tanya Dikta while tightening her arms around Varissa's waist. His face was deliberately drowned in the recess of the neck of the woman who is now legally hers.

"It's not like that, Ta!" sangkal Varissa's.

"If not hugged, it means to be kissed like this?" Again, the man kissed Varissa's neck until she chuckled in amusement.

"Ta, there is Bi Nunik with others outside" Varissa said, glaring at her husband.

"Udah I'm expelling daritadi," Dikta replied without guilt.

"Kok expelled? Where do they sleep?" ask Varissa half in disbelief. The night is late. Is that cut off Dikta letting all three of his ARTs go home at this kind of hour?

"Please, I've booked five other rooms just in case. Any time, there's still someone willing to nginep, they can wear it."

"Tell?"

Dikta rolled his eyes lazy. The man stepped back. Choosing to land his butt on the edge of the mattress while removing the suit and tie that had felt suffocating.

"I'm not that happy to let my parents like Bi Nunik and Bi Darma come home this late, Va! If you catch a cold, how?"

Varissa was silent for a moment. Busy to weigh the situation. True also said Dikta. It is impossible for the man to let their art, which is mostly old, go home alone this late night.

"Want me to help you?" ask Varissa while approaching the husband who was unbuttoning his shirt.

Dikta raised his eyebrows. Letting Varissa's leashed fingers take over her duty to unbutton the shirt she was wearing.

"Don't drool, Va!" whispered as Varissa seemed stunned and just kept looking at her muscular stomach and chest.

"It's so shameful of you, Va!" the words of Varissa in the heart.

Dikta chuckled on the bed. Holding a stomach that hurt from laughing at his wife's behavior, the man rolled back and forth.

"Babylon!" Varissa throws her husband with a pillow.

"She's funny, you're funny! Masa' concerned about her own husband, until the ilean that!" said the man who now rests his head on Varissa's thighs. The pillow that was thrown by his wife he made a bolster.

"The name is not used either," the great-grandson of Varissa defended herself. Shame is still entrenched in the heart.Especially, if the net to collide with the sharp neutrals of the husband. It was twice the shame.

"Do you want me to get used to it?" tanya Dikta while reaching for Varissa's palm. Then, the palm of the hand was intentionally pressed against his chest. Slowly, down to the stomach.

"Ta, what the hell?" ask Varissa with a red face. However, there was not the slightest intention to pull his hand from the husband's clay.

"As expected.Hard!" he murmured in the heart. All this time, he always guessed what it would be like if he held the sixpack stomach directly. And now, that curiosity has been answered. Very in accordance with the expectations that have been in his imagination.

"If this one is hard, what about the others?"

The more reddened that cheek when imagining things that are not-no. Aih! Since when did Varissa become such a perverted woman? Sensing his senses, Varissa hurriedly pulled her hand from Dikta's abdominal muscles.

"I must be crazy" he said almost inaudibly. Patted his own cheek repeatedly.

Dikta could do nothing but laugh at the innocent behavior of his wife. Why so adorable? Is this what you call willing but ashamed?

"Why is his hand lifted? Don't like it, hold your own husband?" god Dikta.

"Like it," sambar Varissa quick. It again invites the laughter of Dikta.

"Don't get too excited, Va! You make me even more unable to stand it!" said Dikta who increasingly aggressively tease his wife.

He rises. Docked to Varissa's side and locked the wife's tiny body between her legs. Both of his hands also locked the movement of Varissa so as not to go anywhere.

So close to Dikta's face, making Varissa increasingly feel misbehaved. Do not move, breathe it feels like he is no longer able to. Not to mention, when his hand down there accidentally nudged something that was certainly not the hand or foot of Dikta.

"Don't be that seductive, dong! Will be upright," said Dikta increasingly tempting.

Varissa's eyes bulged. The saliva sucked through the throat. What should he do now to be free from this suddenly perverted man? Not to mention, Dikta's smile and gaze seemed to hint at something. Of course, Varissa knows exactly where it's going.

"Ta..," call Varissa in a quivering voice. For whatever sake, his body felt limp boneless as the look of those eyes grew more and more I looked at him.

"Now, Va!"said Dikta who directly attached his lips to Varissa's lips. It was enough for him to listen to Varissa's rant tonight just to get away from her.

That night, finally passed with happiness along with hope and prayer that the little angel they were waiting for would soon grow in the life of Varissa.

Hope so! The prayer flew up into the sky. Penetrating the beauty of nirvana until the Khalik gladly gave his blessing. Always was! His promise never breaks for those who are sincerely asking.