Please Change my Destiny!
The Different Wounds

"OUTDOOR!" Even in pain, Rima still forced herself to speak in order to drive her husband out of the room.

The woman still remembered very clearly when Dihyan shook her body while questioning the fetus that was in her womb. B0d0hm! It's in the heart.

And all that, affecting the state of his fetus to require him to rest in the future.

If the man doesn't want to admit that the fetus came from him, it's okay for Rima. She can still raise this fetus on her own.

" Yes right, this is not your son!" Challenge Rima, resisting any pain that attacks the body.

"Five." The sound of Dihyan's cry echoed, bouncing on the walls of the nursery.

Anger can just grab and spread throughout the body. His brain, heart and heart were stirred to hear Rima's confession.

Can't accept that the baby in Rima's womb isn't hers, even though those words were spoken from her own lips last night.

He can confirm if the fetus is his, because Rima never left the house before the age of the womb runs three months.

"Liyya!"

"Liyya!"

The rebuke came from both of Dihyan's parents who had been in the first place. I don't know who else gave them information about the current state of Rima's existence.

" Mah, Pah Rima ngawur mah!" Dihyan tried to defend himself.

" You said it yourself that this is buk-stttt, stttt,…"

"Five."

"Five."

"Five."

All came back tense and approached as Rima grimaced while holding her stomach. With Dihyan.

" Aren't you papa darling?" Her in-laws are and always try to give more attention and affection.

" Mah, I want him out Ma!" The woman spoke again despite having to endure the pain. Everyone knew who Rima meant, even though the woman was reluctant to stare in that direction, where the conversation was headed.

Unable to do anything about it, Dihyan opted out with the help of encouragement from papa. While inside, Mama is in charge of calming the daughter-in-law who was injured again because of her son.

"Women are creatures that cannot be read. To be one of the world's most seductive, but most unpredictable decorations." Papa started to open his voice.

The two men had been sitting side by side in the waiting chair not far from Rima's treatment room.

The day had been morning, Papa had even been tidy with his work clothes, while Dihyan was still wearing the clothes he had been wearing since yesterday morning.

Papa is still here to see the physical condition and state of the child and his son-in-law, still be prepared if needed in the office later.

" Papa can't do much to continue supporting you with Rima. Maybe you see her as a strong and tough human being, but somehow remember, she's a woman."

"That woman, though she looks strong, is actually very fragile. Emmm, not fragile actually, Emmm, ..." For a moment Papa stopped talking to think of a word that fit pinned on women.

" Soft, well soft." Nodding himself justifies his words.

" Your mother is also strong, just imagine that she once walked out of a second-floor room through her window. Strengthen it?" He turned back to look at the son's expression. Still calm without expression.

" But, he is also gentle. Women hurt more quickly than physically. The one time you offended her and hurt her, maybe she'll remember your treatment forever."

" Papa can only tell, try to control your emotions. If not, then Rima will never really be in your hands."

" Maybe Rima is your wife right now, but remember how many times you hurt her and how many times she left you!"

Dihyan just looked down at every word and word that papa said very calmly.

Rima returned in pain, defending the growing fetus inside her stomach. And it's because of him again, again.

With both hands restore hair up to the top of the head. Grasping hair as hard as possible. Dian grimaced, either because he felt pain due to a pull on the head or dizziness thinking about Rima.

"What are you doing Rima again, huh?" Mama who had stood firmly before him as if to become a Judge for the mistakes he made.

"Ma ma'am. Ma please Iyan mah. It was not intentional."

"Mah really."

"Iyan was angry, when she found out Rima and Reno had a relationship."

He pleaded with a face. Sleeping overnight was only a few hours, and he had to get a series of attacks from his mother and wife. Now he stood up, hugging his mother's body.

While the couple only looked at each other, considering that all of that was just baseless accusations. They had indeed ordered Reno to guard and monitor the state of Rima, it had never been thought of by her if the man would use his heart in this matter.

Dihyan was too jealous, blind jealousy according to them.

"When not intentionally why?" Ask her mother again. Not intending to interrogate, but really just want to know the chronology.

The incident was only known by the couple, with no other witnesses who could tell Mama. Moreover, had heard Rima who said if the one in the womb was not the son of his son. What else is this?

As Rima continued to blame Dihyan for her plight, it was clear this was not something good for the continuation of their household.

" Mah, slow down mah!" Papa acts as a mediator between his wife and son.

" Mah, Iyan khilaf Mah please forgive Iyan!" The inscription again, although the drowsiness had gone since a few hours ago but the pale face was still clearly visible.

The man who was whining was now decimating bit by bit. His back was against the wall, his buttocks had landed perfectly on the hospital floor.

Both hands gripped her hair as hard as possible trying to divert the pain created.

Rima's sick of it. Their babies who are still in the womb Rima are also threatened because of it. Again, again and again.

Maybe he will always hurt Rima, but rest assured that at this time he is still trying to give his best.

Seeing her son as if he was enduring mental pain, Mama's love was filled. There was a fear of snatching away, the son was back in pain like he used to be, oh no!

Stepping slowly and shedding the body trying to compensate, the hand stretched forward in order to reach, reach.

"Iyyan, you Why Nak?" Ask slowly.

Dihyan shook his head violently, either as a rejection or as the Answer to the question.

"Well, don't mah! Please Ian will definitely change!" Heard the voice and felt the movement of the soft palms on his shoulders.

Mama Love even frowned, a little confused when looking at the state of her son, not wanting to guess because it was possible that the guess would make him hurt too.

" Mama wants to tell me to the police, right? can you bring Rima again?"

The man continued to wander by pulling his own hair.

And that question is able to silence Mama Love, not like that she wants.

" Your Yan Why Child?" His words began to worry about the state of the Son.

Especially when Dihyan showed a disheveled, pale and dazed face, making the middle-aged woman stretch her hands carrying the body of Dihyan who had been shaking into his arms. Gave a soothing pat on that sturdy and fragile back.

Really he found it difficult in this position.on the one hand he wanted to save Rima and give happiness to the woman. on the other hand, it was impossible to let the current state of Dihyan fall back into the abyss of regret.

But no matter how angry he is with Dihyan, the man is still his biological son. She once bet a life just to give birth to this man.

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The one yesterday asked up, this I already love. Which he said up old, also two days.

Now I'm the one who asked for coffee to make the next chapter. Hope you double up tonight.