Please Change my Destiny!
When Everyone's Gone

“Pa, I'm sorry pa, I promise I won't hurt Rima again. Please give me back my wife!" Dihyan had been in front of his father, using his knees as body support.

"Don't let us get divorced. I promise you, I won't do it again. I'll make my wife happy, I promise you. Please return Rima to me pa!” The man pleaded with tears.

Papa looked at his son in astonishment. “Do you love her?”

Dihyan was flabbergasted to get a question from his papa.

“Did he start loving Rima?"

True Andra said, if all it takes is a child, he can marry another woman and get a child

from his new wife. But no, all he wants now is Rima.

She wanted Rima who should be pregnant with her children instead of others.But darling, it is very difficult to admit to that.

“Pa, she's my wife. She's pregnant with my son,”

“Your son is gone, let him go!"

Although it felt bitter when saying that sentence. After all, the fetus that has been in the womb of Rima is his grandson. First grandchild.

"Although without your consent you will still be divorced. It was our decision and you can marry whomever you want!” Strong answer from papa.

“Pa, please return Rima, I love her reward."

Whether it was true or not, just to defend Rima.

"Don't separate us pah!” Dihyan was still kneeling in front of papa, clasping his papa trousers. The tears just flowed down the cheeks.

Almost desperate, yet still pleading.

Papa Cakra looked at the child's eyes. Seeking honesty from the words of his son. Just a flood of tears of despair.

I don't know the meaning of the word love I just heard. But seeing the state of his son, he could not bear.

“Hemmm, okay! But papa can only suspend your divorce. About Rima's whereabouts, papa can't

helped much. You have to find it yourself!” Papa cakra, “Wake up! You're not ashamed to act like that?”

Dihyanpun got up and clasped his hands to his papa arm after removing the remains of the melted tears on his cheeks.

“Pah, can't papa tell you where Rima is now?” Back whining while shaking papa's arm.

Such is man, given heart for heart.

Intention just postponed the divorce, but now he asked for information on the existence of Rima.

“Drink first, you are not ashamed of what crying continues?”

Dihyanpun sipping his papa coffee, “That's mine, CK.” Papa Cakra was annoyed that his drink had been robbed by his son.

“Haus pa,” Lightweight Dihyan when saying that.

Step into the kitchen, take water from the refrigerator and drink it.

After washing his face, Dihyan went back to see his father.

“Pa, Rima where pa?” The question came back when he was sitting next to his father.

“Go home!” Papa Cakra's.

“Pa, where's mama?”

As much as Dihyan asked, as much as Papa Cakra told him to go home.

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"M, ... Mr."

Just one word, somehow it feels hard to say. Just saying hello.

That afternoon Dihyan was relaxing in front of the tv. The place that was once ravaged, now looks again safe and tidy.

Pressing the remote button, looking for the spectacle that entered his brain.

"Hemm,.." reply as necessary.

"MH, .... Mr." Still sounding doubtful even though the greeting has been replied.

Dihyan took his eyes off the television screen. Just focus was distracted, frown furrowed as he looked at the human line next to the sofa he occupied.

Bi Titi, Bi Sumi, Pak Dodo and Pak Eko.

All the workers in his house were seen simultaneously, completely.

What was? Today is not payday?

"What's wrong?" Ask.

There's no answer.

Only Bi Sumi and Bi Titi pushed each other with elbows. While the men were submissive looking at the floor of the stand.

"Why?" Ask again, when you get no answer.

"Emmm, ... Sir, Emmm, anu."

Dihyan's forehead was getting wrinkled. Put the TV remote on the table. Must be something important he thought.

"Why Biiii?"

"Sir, we, we,...." Bi Titi is still in doubt.

"Who?" Dihyan looked one by one at the humans before him.

Couldn't it be that the sentence was on these four people?

"We-We sir."

That word made the boss laugh cynically. Lips offended obliquely, gusts of laughter also sounded.

The prediction turned out to be wrong.

He thought they were just dropping off a colleague who was about to resign. Turns out everything.

"Why?" He asked with a smile on his face. Shaky smile.

"We, .... " The speaker is still in doubt.

His other colleagues prefer to stay quiet, looking safe.

"We want to resign sir. Maap sir!"

"Yes tauuuu. But why?" The tone began to rise instantly.

"We,- We can't bear to remember Non Rima sir."

"The five are not here." Dihyan cuek. But the heart is like a slice.

Bi Titi instantly threw her knees onto the floor.

Seeing his friend kneel, Bi Sumipun said on his knees, followed by Mr. Dodo and Mr. Eko.

Everything looks compact, one commando.

"We were sick when non Rima saw tormented sir. Maap."

Again an apology is said. It's true that he feels bad for his boss.

The sound sounded restrained. Working here is not a short time. There is a lot they can earn from their salary while working here.

The daily need to send higher level children to school, towards a better future. All of this from working in this house.

"We work with the father, meaning we also torture non Rima, maap sir."

"Even if you want to nolongin, but are afraid. Maap sir, once again maap!" Talking still with bowing your head.

Dihyan's hands were tightly clenched.

"I have a daughter sir." Again the sound choked, like holding back a cry.

"I hope my daughter gets a good soul mate and lives happily with her new family later. Treasures of later troubles, but happiness and salvation are the most important."

Tears have now seeped.

Already, he might be talking too much. Too much to offend. But all of that was in the hearts of those four people.

That sentence was clearly on Diyan right?

They want to tell me if they don't want to have a daughter-in-law like her who only knows how to torture her own wife.

It's just that the language is slightly refined. Aye right?

Dihyan looked straight ahead, barely blinking. The salivation even feels like a thorn stuck in the esophagus. Something felt stuck in the chest.

Even the people he paid were willing to leave him, just because of his cruel behavior.

"Go! Your paychecks will follow."

Speak slowly without taking your eyes off the tv screen.

They retreated, with only seconds to return with each suitcase in hand.

Hahahaha, how careful the preparation is.

"Sir," Bi Titi who reached out to the employer, uh former employer.

I want to leave before I really leave the house. His mind had been round, leaving a man he regarded as the p3mbvnuh.

"Go!" Dihyan's orders were unwilling to welcome the Aunt's hand.

"Already, come!"

The words from behind that still seem to push each other.

The door closed very slowly, making almost no noise.

Leaving Dihyan who was still sitting patty alone.

A footwork that violently stomped the glass table before him. Foursome broken glass on the floor.

Tears flooded back into the cheeks. Remove with the back of the hand roughly.

He wanted to stop crying, but was unable to. The water continued to flow unstoppably.

To Be Covered!

Don't forget about it, brother.

Our suggestions and criticisms are received with open arms, as a material to improve writing.

But he said do not care-pedes well!

You see Dinda's heart is as soft as silk, easy to singe eh.