Please Change my Destiny!
Real Punishment

“And you." This time the gaze turned to Dianra who was standing near them.

"You're a woman. There's also a uterus in your stomach, right? How could you do this to us? You want to kill your niece too, huh?" Mama Love with her index finger in front of Andra's face.

"Mama's grandson!” This time he hit his own chest.

“I didn't know that Rima was pregnant mah.” Andra defended herself.

“Yes then what if she's not pregnant? You're going to torture him anyway, huh? You think mama doesn't know what you've done?”

Again the middle-aged woman shook her head.

I don't know what kind of pain he should enjoy right now.

Lost the grandchild the whole family had long been waiting for?

Or sick when they know what their two children are doing.

The pain is almost the same. Both attack the heart.

“Ma, patience ma!” Papa's voice from the phone. Even my mom hasn't turned off her phone.

“Patients still need blood! We're out of blood.” One of the medical teams that handled Rima.

“Take my blood only!” Dihyan stood immediately in front of the nurse.

“Don't!" The pounding of the mother made the man stagger and sit on the floor.

They both walked up to the nurse.

"Rima can't possibly receive your filthy blood. Just take my blood!” Mama Love while pushing body

Dihyan moved away from there, but the man did not shift one bit.

“Ma, I'm her husband. I'm more blessed than mama,” Dihyan.

“You said? After harming him you want your blood to flow in his body huh?” Mama Love with a cynical look, still very emotional.

“Please don't fight here, and we need blood as soon as possible!”

“I am her husband, I will give her my blood. Secure the mother,” While pointing at Mama Cinta with her eyes.

She knew her mother a little too hard. This time alone, want her to be a part of the pregnancy struggle of Rima, their son.

Some medical team also allowed Mama Cinta to leave the place immediately. Don't want to make a scene there.

“You're wrong to challenge people." With a sharp eye glare, it was as if something was burning inside the body.

"You see what I can do, huh!” Mama Love.

For a moment he forgot his status with the man who had just kicked him out.

Heh, a loud gust sounded from Dihyan. He never expected to go to war with his own mother, let alone in such precarious conditions.

Rima needs blood as soon as possible, lest things get worse. It is not the time for them to argue.

While Andra was just speechless to see the debate of her brother and mother.

Mama Love left that place. Dihyan followed the nurse to follow the procedure to donate blood.

Through wringing and matching their blood, until finally the blood of Dihyanpun in

do so.

After some time lying in the cage with a hose as a blood line attached to Dihyanpun's body came out.

His head was still very dizzy, he also needed rest. Maybe a little sleep, or a glass of milk can lighten his head.

But worry trumps everything.

He wanted to quickly find out the true state of Rima. Of course their fetuses anyway.

“Pak Dihyan Saguna Pratama?” A man in police uniform is seen coming at him.

“Yes right, can I help you sir?” Dihyans.

“We got a report of the father's crime. This is the letter calling father,” While giving a white envelope to Dihyan.

Glacier.

Dihyan opened the envelope with a look of anger. Reading that sheet her heart is getting heated up accusations of “Violence On Household?”

Shaking his head violently while closing his eyes, as if he did not believe what was in his hands.

Sure enough, who would have dared to report it?

Rima Family? They don't know about Rima yet, do they?

The mama? Papa's? They could more.

With such a short time?

Of course with the power of money and connections.

But, why would they do this to their own biological children?

“Mr may be wrong sir!” He believes himself.

“Please come with us sir! You can give an explanation later in the office.”

“Can't now sir, my wife needs me. He's still inside getting a handler.”

He said a little emphasis, hopefully these police fathers understand the situation.

Since when did Dihyan care about the state of Rima? Even to glance at it he used to be unwilling.

“Please come with us sir!” Back the uniformed man reached out, still trying to be polite even though the interlocutor had shown rejection.

"Wait until my wife gets well! At least let me take care of my wife first sir!”

“Bring him!” The order gave a very quick response to other police friends who were there.

Two policemen had advanced to the left-right side, preparing to carry the body. Two policemen were still in front of him.

Dihyan threw out his hand as the two policemen had scooped each of his hands.

"Saya said I'll turn myself in later!" Her bluff.

Although struggling, but can no longer fight some people strapping it.

Plus after donating his blood, his strength slightly weakened to be able to fight them.

“Pak, please pity me, my wife is sick sir!”

"I'll come later, my own wife sir!" The voice began to melt, and now he begged.

While struggling, but did not get a response from the police. He remained herded until he entered a car carrying his body away from the hospital where Rima was treated.

"Paj help me sir, my wife is pregnant young sir, she is sick sir!"

His request was clear, no matter when the police ignored him.

"Please make me a city prisoner. I still have to take care of my wife sir!"

The longer, the more his voice grew.

Until he arrived in a building containing law enforcement and lawbreakers. Dihyans

placed in a room with iron bars containing several other prisoners.

Dihyan looks weak, the head feels heavier, the body is more powerless.

No matter the circumstances surrounding him he immediately fell asleep in that cell even though it was very far from his habit.

There were no soft mattresses, no air conditioning, and loud noises from the little animals that occasionally sucked their blood.

Dihyan curled up on the floor, He had fallen asleep in the beauty of his dream world.

Too tired to find comfort.

“Build! Wake up!” The sound from outside boomed accompanied by the sound of iron knocking which increasingly made the noise

more complete.

Wake up the prisoners, but not a few of them who do not care about the noise. They stay asleep in dreams.

But not for Dihyan. The voice was very disturbing to him.

Trying to open his eyes. His eyes surrounded the room. There are still many other residents who actually seek comfort by covering their heads with their hands.

For a moment he realized that he was really in custody. His memory returned to the figure

who had been his wife all this time, whom he had harmed.

Then what about the child in Rima? Endure it?

Unaware of the prayer in his heart he said, hopefully still able to meet with his little malaikan later.

He saw sandals that were very similar to his own. Curiously he circled his eyes at

around his body to look for sandals, but he did not find. It was obvious that the sandals there were his possession.

Stand up and walk up to the sandals in order to wear them.

“Hey it's mine,” Someone who's still half asleep.

Dihyan's eyes narrowed as if searching for the truth, if this is the man's slipper, then where are my slippers? But Dihyan

still wear it on his feet.

“Turned this is mine too?” The man raised his voice and immediately rose from his sleep.

“If this is yours, then where are my slippers?”

Diyanpun no less raise his voice. He had managed to put on his sandal next to it, and the other side was at the man's feet.

“How do I know, this is mine. It was off!” The man pointed at Dihyan's feet.

“So, obviously this is mine. See this?” Dihyan tried to show his pretty good brand of sandals.

This was his first experience of fighting just for sandals.

“It's precisely because of this, so it's mine. Must be expensive?” The man managed to snatch his side from Dihyan's hands.

“You, rich man right? Shirt is open!”

“What's this? Have you taken my slippers for my shirt too?” Dihyan clucked in annoyance. He left the man. However

instantly his hand had reached the man.

“Detach your shirt!”

“No,” Dihyan swiftly rolled his hand until the man's hand slipped from his.

But not to mention he turned around, some people had swarmed him, some had held onto his two hands. Someone kicked his back knee until he fell down.

While the man was freely kicking his stomach,” Ugh.”

To Be Continued!

Don't forget to leave a trace, man!