Please Change my Destiny!
Still Undergoing Punishment

“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 even held onto his two hands. Someone kicked his back knee until he fell down.

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

Even his face did not escape the touch of the man's legs until blood appeared on the corner of his lips.

Heh, not even a day has he felt the bitterness of life in bui.

“If told you, LISTEN! And carry out!” The guy with his bangs, “Quickly take off his shirt!” his orders were to the two men who were holding Dihyan's hand.

Maybe that guy was the chief of the inmates in that cell.

The man was wearing a Dihyan shirt while his clothes were thrown towards Dihyan.

Pcpcpc, different indeed. There is a price for quality. The man patted his chest several times, feeling comfortable and proud of his new clothes.

While Dihyan.

Ck. Smell, deckill! How many days are not washed!

Lose out!

He lost before he fought.

There is a law of nature in which the strong win and the weak lose.

After putting on that deck shirt, he walked straight to a corner of the room, head down inside. Placing his buttocks on the floor, felt a chill run through his skin.

Is this what his name oppressed?

Is like this also what Rima felt as she treated him casually. You can't do anything just to defend yourself.

Really fair karma.

The daydream drifted for a moment.

Is it Rima?

How's the baby doing?

Hope everything is okay!

Being a quiet person is perfect for his current state. Follow all instructions from one friend

his cell, without having to protest anything. At least his face and body would be safe.

Dihyan had breakfast with the other prisoners.

It felt strange, he had never faced a simple meal like this. Rice white with eggs and tempe as side dishes. But what he wanted to do, his stomach was too hungry not to enjoy the simple food.

It's okay, maybe this is where he has to learn the name simplicity.

There they were also ordered to clear the entire area, including Dihyan.

Getting the task of tidying up the garden, cleaning wild plants that come to grow disturbing the garden.

Dirty hands, this was also a first experience for Dihyan.

But he seems very calm doing his job. Has he also learned what is called patience?

It's better than having to go back to the cell.

probably avoiding his cellmates.

Not until there, they were also led to a prayer prayer prayer prayer for the prisoners five times

the religious Islam.

He was once a man who was not negligent of his obligations, but somehow he got away.

Back to running when properly overwritten calamity like this time.

Maybe this is the purpose of God giving tests to every person, so that they return to prostrate.

Return to each cell. Meet his other cellmate.

“What problems?” The chief prisoner began to greet him.

“From the looks of it, he's a rich man. Corrupt tuh, corrupt?” Someone guessed with passion.

“Corruption is not here oon!”

The shadow of Mama Cinta who called her wanted to kill her own child instantly flashed across her brain.

What has he done so that he should gather with these people?

Gotta say what?

Hurt wife? A woman he should protect.

What kind of man are you? How dare women.

That's what they're gonna say.

He will even be laughed at.

Or trying to kill my own child? The kid? How's he doing now? Dihyan shook his head.

My boy! My boy! Hang on, son, papa's coming soon!

The groan in the heart.

“Why silence? Can't talk?” Talking still with snarling.

Can't what speak in a proper tone?

Dihyan just shook his head.

“Lu orka right?”

“Orka what?” Dihyans.

“Haaaaahaaaaaaaaaa” They simultaneously laugh. I don't know what's funny.

“Orka what huh?” They ask each other questions.

“Lu office work right?”

“Kayak you guys sorted out?”

He may be the one who is not right.

Dihyanpun spent the night curled up on the cold floor.

But tonight seems more difficult than the night before. Because tonight he can't close

eye. Maybe tomorrow he should be more active so that his body is exhausted so that he will be faster to sleep and not have to be tormented like this.

And out there.

“Add 24 hours more!” A lady.

“What's okay mom? She's Mom's son?”

“What's wrong, let him learn!”

The third day in the holding cell.

“Old sultry I saw you. Diem mulu.”

“Have a mouth to make by the way!”

“Eh wait we haven't checked his pants, who knows if there is an eye disease!”

“Iya. Chek!”

They're checking Dihyan's pants pocket together. Although the thrashing is still free.

Dihyan can do anything in dealing with these people alone.

And sure enough they found some fractional sheets that they needed.

“Balikin my money!” Dihyan shouted while trying to grab his money which was in the hands of his cellmate.

“Lu fight me?”

BUGS.

Perhaps Dihyan's patience had run out, he managed to land a blow to the prisoner leader's face.

With one arm of the chief's head, Dihyan is now back under control with both hands stretched out and his legs kneeling on the floor.

BUGS.

BUGS.

BUGS.

Now his face was completely filled with decorations that had been presented from the prisoner leader.

“Egh,” he can only complain.

Back curled up in the corner of the cell.

It was as if his power was lost in the blink of an eye.

No one helped him, not even to see him.

Family, friends, wife especially. Where are they all going?

Wanted to cry but embarrassed. He can not be weak, even though life is not in accordance with expectations.

Karma is paid in cash.

When he and his sister tortured Rima and no one helped even the servants just witnessed their cruelty without being able to help.

Morning's approaching.

“You're out!” An officer.

“I sir!” Dihyanpun walked out, still with his head lowered deeper and deeper.

His head had not yet gathered together to merely raise his head.

“You can go home!"

A sentence that seemed to water his barren heart with rain water.

Dihyan excitedly ran out of that sacred place. There was nothing he could use to get a body sitting on top of a car even if it was just a taxi.

The legs, which were covered in thin flip-flops, continued to move over the pavement very quickly.

Put aside sunburns that burn the skin.

Occasionally stopping just to catch his breath, to what extent should he run?

Back looking back at the head back, the police station was not seen in his eyes/

Back running when feeling the breath has been a little stable, RS where Rima in the care of increasingly looks big and wide.

back ran towards the room where Rima was being treated. I can't wait to see his wife and ask for news about his son.

“Where is my wife?” The exact question on a nurse who had been flirting with his wife.

Breathing profusely, with sweat drenching his clothes.

“Sorry sir, that patient was three days ago right? Her name?”

“Rima Damayanti,” Dihyan reply quickly. Like someone's hunting in the chest, impatient.

“AH yes, Rima's mother has been taken home sir!”

“Go home? Means things have improved. Then what about my son sus?” Dihyan was still impatient to hear.

“Emmm, sorry sir. Ibu Rima had a miscarriage due to a collision that was too hard,” Nurse.

“What? Miscarriage?”

It feels like being struck by lightning, blaring in the ears.

The child he had been waiting for, had to leave before breathing fresh air.

“ How dare that woman, snatch my son!” Dihyan yelling. He forgot the pain on his face and the fatigue of his body.

“I'll punish him! She had to give birth to many of my children!” Snarled.

To Be Continued!