Please Change my Destiny!
Sharing One Another's Taste

Dihyan was still silent in his room even though it was dark.

He just enjoyed the night view decorated with lights all over the city, colorful and very beautiful to the eye. But not for the man who is in the darkness of this office space. Letting the lights go out, enjoying the quiet and quiet of the night.

The word for word Reno had thrown at him was twisted repeatedly over his head, becoming a medicine for him to enjoy his own pain. Several times to take a breath so that a little able to loosen the breathing cavity that is still tight since earlier.

He was indeed suspicious of the closeness between Rima and Reno, but his heart always said that it was normal. Before Reno unravels everything with Rima.

Sometimes he sat in his chair while still facing out the window.

The phone that rang a few times he did not mind even just to stare What name is listed on the screen of the phone was not.

Until the sound of the phone sounded brutally made him want to not move to reach the object.

Rima, one name listed there but able to bring back pain in the chest.

What does this woman want?

Why contact him after incising wounds and betrayal?

" Why haven't you come home yet?" The beautiful voice was soft on his auditory senses.

The eyes that had been full of openings were now wide open, Rima was worried about him. It was as if there was a speck of hope for him.

" Old." Short and lies.

After that no more words were created between them, only able to enjoy the sound of each breath roar.

" Okay, I'm sleeping first!"

Why did the woman have to ask her permission just for the word sleep?

" Yes,!" He said again briefly, honestly he did not know what to say now. Although his heart warmed a little as Rima worried about him and waited for him to come home. But the clutter is still torturous.

The phone disconnected, making the dim view of the lamp look again tempting in the eye peluk.

Rima was waiting for him to come home.

The sentence that was able to make his steps swung out of the room. He wanted to go home, looking at the woman who was pregnant with his child.

" Just come home?"

My father-in-law took the time to open the door for him.

" Old well, there's work." Dihyan with a downcast look, lethargic and uninspired. Does he still have to defend the woman who clearly does not love him, the woman who has the intention to leave him.

Oh he may have forgotten, the woman had indeed left him just like that. Ck, why is reality so hard for him to accept.

"Five may have slept." Father's sentence accompanies his step into the house. The pointer of time has headed toward ten, some of the inhabitants of the earth have entered into their respective blankets.

" Yes yeah." He only replied briefly just a formality.

Climbing one by one the stairs with lethargy, feet stopped in front of the room door, hands have been in the door handle even though not pressing.

He hesitated to go in there.

For some time he just stood there, until slowly began to move back to open the door.

The feet began to step into the room, dark. The room only receives illumination from outside lights through ventilation cracks.

There, on the bed, the woman's body had been lying under the blanket, only hair visible. That means Rima slept behind the door.

For some reason, the tightness in the chest is now increasingly becoming, fear also affects.

Dihyan began to creep up on the bed, his body continued to shuffle until it stuck to the body of Rima. The hand moves, until it falls on the belly of the Rima distended. Now his face has sunk on the nape of the wife.

He could not imagine if Rima would leave after giving birth to their child later.

What about him without Rima?

What about children who have to grow up without a mother?

Not feeling the worry and tightness that had been crammed his chest out in the form of tears.

This woman is his wife.

He deserves everything for this woman.

The woman he must defend from all distractions that come from outside.

Sobs began to sound, his shoulders even trembling. Although as much as possible he did not cry so as not to disturb the occupants of the room, but still could not.

The tightness he felt just by imagining everything threatening his household, was indisputable.

Until his cry woke the woman in his arms.

He was only able to guess the pain this man was feeling, naturally that was because of it. I don't know why the more he came here he was worried about himself.

" Don't take it off!" Dihyan's voice when he felt Rima's hand move will was to release the hand that was on his stomach.

" Don't leave me, please!" Accompanied by a crying voice that sounded bitter from a man who was now at his lowest point. Despondent.

" Short!" Rhymes.

Unknowingly Dihyan pressed his stomach too hard. Until the man loosened his arms after hearing the word.

Getting a little space, Rima began to move around to look at her husband.

Dihyan re-entered her arms, drowning the face in Rima's chest.

" Sorry!"

" Don't leave me!" His voice was still mixed with sobs. Even today, Rima's thin clothes had been wet.

Tired, longing, pain melts into one another crammed into the chest cavity.

It is undeniable, sad Dihyan also spread to Rima. Tears also flowed down her temples. Moving hands gently rubbed the husband's head.

" Just come home?"

Dihyan could only nod his head, unable to say more.

" Don't be so tight! My baby's breathing hard."

Rima again reminded as Dihyan's hands hugged her very tightly.

Hearing the baby's words, Dihyan inched down placing his face right in front in front of Rima's distended stomach.

Slowly stroking, occasionally landing a kiss there, where their baby is staying. " Sorry!" Said slowly.

" When you go home from work, you should clean yourself, not go straight to the basket."

Rather than discussing about Dihyan's cry, he better discuss something else. He can guess where the story ends.

Dihyan again pushed the body upwards right in Rima's chest, again drowning the face there.

" You're overtime?" Rhymes.

Dihyan nodded his head.

Yes, he was overtime. His job is to enjoy the view of the city at night while trying to calm down.

"Eat already?"

This time Dihyan shook his head, "I'm hungry," he said honestly.

" Yes, we eat first!"

Rhyme gently, He now seemed to be persuading a little child just to eat. His hand was still moving rubbing Dihyan's head.

" You wake up first!" Rima again said when Dihyan had no signs of moving, despite nodding his head.

Slowly Dihyan began to stretch his embrace, the body slightly away with the head looking up at Rima's face which also looked a little damp.

"Don't cry!"

Rima held out a hand rubbing her husband's face gently, clearing the remains of tears from there. He could not deny his guilt to this man.

" Don't Leave Me!" Those faint and puffy eyes looked at Rima so deeply and so imploringly.

" I'm pregnant, my stomach is heavy to run around." I don't know, maybe Rima was jokingly answering her request.

Plaque.

Upset that Dihyan was still trembling in his place as he continued to look at him, making Rima throw a little loud pat on the man's shoulder.

" You take a shower, let me prepare your food downstairs!"

"Bribes!" The weak state of the man was properly utilized, speaking spoiledly expectantly.

Rima helplessly resisted, starting to spoon a spoonful of rice in front of Dihyan.

" Here I am pregnant, I should be spoiled by my husband. Is this the opposite?" He tried to protest. As he remembered Dihyan had never bribed him sincerely.

"Yes, here I am too!"

Dihyan began to take over the spoon, feeding the rice in front of Rima.

I don't know when their happiness and romance was created.