Please Change my Destiny!
Guided Regret

Hearing the commotion in his son's workspace, Reno's parents also approached.

There was seen Reno who had raised his fist again preparing to beat his boss again.

“Reno. What are you doing?” The wrinkled hand had grabbed Reno's burly hand, holding it back from landing on Dihyan again.

"Astaghfirullah, ..."

The voice of the mother who also entered watched the room that had begun to fall apart, approached Dihyan who looked bloody at the tip of her lips.

There his son still stood gallantly despite being held by his father's hand.

The boss is the victim, and the culprits are his own men. Heh.

“You why?” You can still be gentle. Moved slowly on Dihyan's face.

“Do not defend a killer!” Reno almost threw a punch back before father

yells his name,

“RENO.”

Fortunately, it only hit twice.

Upset yourself, maybe because you can't beat that guy anymore. Opting out left Dihyan and both his parents.

“Excuse Dihyan sir, ma'am!" The head was stuck in the bow.

"My wife miscarried because of me. I'm sorry sir, ma'am!” Dihyan managed to say his regret in front of the two Reno parents without asking before. Here are the clear points that begin to wet the face.

“I don't know if my wife is pregnant, I also accidentally bu!” Dihyan was unable to look at Mother, allowing himself to continue to rest on the floor even though the hands of the two old men continued to stretch out to reach her.

“Already, maybe not your sustenance. Don't despair son!” Mom stroked his back.

Shaded.

It feels so shady.

*If only my mother behaved like this, I would cry *tight in her arms.

In fact, my mom would rather punish him than apologize and give him a chance.

“Thank you ma'am, I'll go home first!”

Dihyan is getting sad. Walking away from the assistant's house.

There was at least a slight cavity in his chest that could help him breathe a little after conveying his sense of heart.

Although only a little, the rest again squeezed the chest.

Perhaps despair had now come knocking on his heart's door.

Who else should I ask for help from?

About Cashel? Aunt Cintya?

No way, surely mama had warned them not to help her.

His thoughts this time were no longer positive.

Everyone stay away. Even Reno would rather be fired than help.

Confused struck.

Dihyan drove his car away from the Reno residence. I don't know where it's going and where it's going.

Just drive, turn right, turn left, keep going. Then stop. I don't know!

Back to the hospital where Rima was treated a few days ago.

Looking for a figure he had just known in a way that was far from friendly.

The nurse who treated Rima.

Well, his eyes kept circling around every corner of Rs until the person he almost hit earlier appeared before him.

Running while calling.

"Suster!"

The woman who felt called ran away slowly.

“Sus sorry sister, forgive me!”

Not even if they were close to each other, only preventing the woman from getting away from him.

“I just want to ask, how old is my wife's content?” Dihyans.

“Mother Rima?" The sister still tried to be calm and friendly, even though her heart shrunk slightly. Ready to run again if something goes out of control.

"If not wrong doctor says the age of the mother Rima entering 12 weeks.” Slightly trembling but still calm.

“12 weeks, 3 months well?” His gaze was now straight forward releasing the grip of his hand on the

the nurse who had been shaking.

3 month.

Dihyan remembered very well, that he was the one who opened the Rima seal about three months ago.

That means that the fetus was there the first time Dihyan entered Rima, and during that time Dihyan and Andra were still torturing him.

But why did he not know it at all, although several times he also visited Rima.

Even Rima never complained of nausea, or something like cravings in general

“Gruel and strong,” His murmur is soft.

Until finally the fetus was really gone because it was not strong enough to withstand the cruelty of his own father.

Dihyan dropped his nose against the floor in light of the atrocities he had committed on his wife while pregnant.

His gaze was fixed on the floor he was on at the moment.

She remembered, how badly Nindy wanted to have a child from Dihyan and Rima. Nindy will accept the child

with an open heart. But now because of Dihyan's cruelty the boy left.

Even Nindy up there would be very angry with him.

His curse to himself.

God forgive me!

Nindy forgive me!

Rima please come back!

My son forgive your father!

The thousands of prayers he asked for may be too late.

Dihyan banged his own chest, ignoring the sight of others who passed by while

look at him like a very frustrated person.

It feels back to cramped.

Counting that time.

Back on his way gontai left the last place he met with Rima.

Where is Rima?

How's things going?

He wanted to think, if it was all a lie.

His wife's content is fine, right?

All of this is just a game of fate that separates itself from wife and child, then meets again when the child is born, maybe when the child is big. It's okay, as long as the kid's okay.

Heh, if he could write destiny like the writer who composed the story in a novel?

Running a car, and now stopped in a park.

It has been seen some people who are doing sports, some are jogging or just sitting to enjoy the arrival of twilight.

He began to run, maybe by running can make him channel his tightness that has attacked his chest since.

Leaving the sandals in the car.

As if comfortable with innocent feet stepping on the sidewalk of the park.

He ran, ran and continued to run until he was completely tired without using footwear.

Stopped at a long kusri with a gasp of breath with his faithful gaze staring

plain foot floor without padding.

Until evening came to say hello to his place now, Dihyan stepped to leave the park to the place

car's parked.

There, a pair of human children were sitting together holding hands.

Ah, whose hand will he reach now?

Nindi's?

A rhyme?

Both are the same, leaving her in different ways.

Even he was not tempted to flush the dry esophagus. The car kept moving away from me

parkland.

The esokan day.

Reno has prepared a letter of resignation.

Undeniably, his heart was terribly sliced to find a reality like this.

He had to cancel Dihyan and Rima's wedding. But what is, it is precisely what helps to carry out the event smoothly.

Waiting for a while but the expected boss never came.

“Dihyan already arrived?” He asked Gia the secretary several times. Set aside the word father that should be located in front of the name of the boss.

“Not yet, does he seem to be in? Didn't Mr Dihyan call you?” Gia feels weird.

Previously if Dihyan did not enter then Reno was the first to find out along with the reason.

“Not there, well I'll call him,” Reno turned back to his room.

There he started calling Dihyan but until several calls, his boss did not respond. Until he switched

dial the phone number of Dihyan's house.

“Dihyan is there?” Reno when the phone line was connected.

“Pak Dihyan again not feeling well sir, this again in check with his friend non Andra,” Bi Titi at the end there.

“Emmm, well thanks bi,”

“Sama-sama sir,” Bi Titi.

His rough breathing was heard while looking at the white envelope in his hand that he was about to give to the boss. For a while maybe the intention of resigning himself was suspended first, until his boss entered work.

Reno took over some of Dihyan's work in taking care of the company until it finally came to pass

it was his mind to contact Papa Cakra.

“Assalamu alaikum om,” with one phone directly connected.

“Waalaikumsalam. Did something happen?” Unbasically papa Cakra raises core questions.

“Emmm, gini om. Emmmm, Dihyan is not in the office today he said again not feeling well,” Reno.

“Then?”

“Emmmm, actually I want to risent. Sorry om!” Reno.

To Be Continued!