Please Change my Destiny!
Place to Complain

"Nindy."

Standing right in front of the large bridal photo frame in her room. Both hands are attached to the glass frame. He wants to complain.

"You see! Everyone goes nin."

"I'm really alone Nin." He said on the sidelines sobbing.

"Rima left, even those who ate from my money would rather go than stay with me."

"They don't want to live with me Nin."

"Nobody wants to live near me Nin."

"I'm the devil." The head was down, with one hand on the chest, clutching the shirt. The sense of tightness has not disappeared, The more it increases when the strands of heart words are spoken mingle with his cry.

"Darling, please help me!" Back to look up, looking at the picture of the late beloved wife.

"Bring Rima back to this house."

"I promise I won't hurt her again."

"Darling, you must be angry with me too? You must be disappointed with me, right? Sorry!"

"I hurt him Nin, I'm sorry." Head back down. Now both hands have been stuck to the frame glass, holding the weight of the body that somehow feels heavier.

"Nin, son,... " Sentence stopped.

He can't continue. It hurts too much to remember everything back.

How stupid is it. Planting seeds and do not know until sprouting, it is he himself who plucks up to the roots.

The kid?

A rhyme?

If I may beg, I want him to turn back time.

Give the best rhyme. Especially when you know if the woman is pregnant with her child.

He will follow all pregnant women who he said strange.

Give everything you want when you crave.

Even though I have to climb the mountain.

The impossible thing he asked for.

Maybe that's what he called wishful thinking.

Promise won't hurt that woman.

The promise!

But does it all still happen?

His promise?

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Bi Titi and the gang were unable to leave the family.

The demands of life bring them to face papa and mama sir Dihyan just to hope for mercy. I hope you can be accepted to work in that house.

Breathing is heard, as the brain is rotated to find a solution.

"Yes that's okay." Mama CInta on the four people who are still standing down in front of him.

After they came out of Dihyan's house, although hesitant, but the foot had stepped on his former employer's parents' house.

"We're rolling!"

"Liar Bi Lia and Bi Ninis at Dihyan's house. BI Sumi same Bi Titi in this house."

Smiles immediately flashed on their faces.

"But mom, anu, emmm, ... " Bi Titi is back in voice despite the doubts.

"Did Mr. Dihyan not pa-pa be left alone. Poor mom no one's looking after. If it's rolling from today how's mom?" There was still some anxiety on that one master.

"Maap mom. Maap!" Back to bowing his face, embarrassed also fear if it is said he set the employer.  But really his worry is huge.

"Yes bi. Aye." Yeah."

Decided to escort the new officers themselves, as well as want to see the state of the house of the son.

" Astagfirullah!" When he found the glass table in the middle room broke in two.

"Where's iyyan?" Asking themselves. Keep walking with his head turned left right down the entire room looking for the whereabouts of his son.

The feet continue to step towards the Throne of the Son. Tapped slowly a few times but there was no answer. Worries make the hand press the door handle.

Room condition is still safe, no mess.

Only the occupant of the room sat on the floor with his head leaning against the bed. Hands spread out on the bed.

"Yin." Call mama soft, slowly step foot closer to the son.

"Dihyan." Call him again, but still no answer. Maybe the man fell asleep in that position.

"Iyyan moved to bed!" Still with a soft sweep on the shoulder.

Mama Cinta also aligned herself, squatting right on the side of Dihyan to ensure the condition of her child.

Eyes open, the face looks calm despite the sadness.

It turned out that Dihyan was not sleeping as he had expected.

Back a soft sweep He gave on the shoulder, but this time his breath sounded hard.

"Move to the top!" Say again. Again, there was no answer from the man.

Silent.

Very quiet.

A silence that feels unnatural.

Until fear approached Mama Love.

"Yyyaann." Call him again, but this time his clasped hands shook the sturdy body.

"Paaah ...." This time Mama Cinta Calling others in a very loud voice.

"Father!" Again the woman screamed.

The so-called one turned out to be directing the art of cleaning the middle room.

He heard his wife's screams. Taking a thousand steps towards the direction of the sound.

"Why Mah?" Ask when it is right at the door.

"Yyan paaah." Mamma.

"Iyyan why?" Papa approaches.

"Yan, Iyyan." Just like his wife, calling out with shocks on his shoulders.

No response even though both eyes were open.

Egggh, Papa complained while embracing both shoulders of the son to help him stand up.

" It's heavy." Again he complained when Dihyan had managed to sit in bed.

Dihyan was still silent, even though her parents had taken pains to move her body onto the soft bed.

Leaning the body on the headboard, the eyes are still open. But the face and body still did not react.

"Diyan, why are you son?" Mama Cinta who began to be frustrated when her greeting was never avenged.

Grasping the hand of the son with several small to large shocks.

"Don't be like this, son." Say again.

The eyes begin to dew when they don't get any signs of a reaction.

Putting the two pairs of hands together in one gang, "Istigfar son! Istigfar! You can't be like this!"

Slowly Dihyan pulled his own hands free from the grasp of the mother, keeping mama and papa awake with open eyes waiting for what reaction the son would show.

"Well, this hand." Dihyan said looking at the two hands hanging in the air.

"This hand has already killed his own flesh and blood." He said softly, still looking at his own hands barely blinking.

"P0t0ng just him!" He said again while thrusting forward, still looking at his own hands.

Flat face without expression. The eyes that only occasionally blinked seemed to imply a deep pain.

Hit with all the circumstances created by him.

Unable to power, my mother immediately embraced Dihyan, no longer any reaction from Dihyan after that. Just take the embrace of the mother.

"Don't be like this, baby! Mama please!" The tears just melted away.

"Mommy's afraid to see you like this!"

"You must be strong, baby!"

Papa also came forward, extending a hand gently sweeping the wife's shoulder.

Keep watching the interaction of the two.

Can't draw conclusions from the reaction shown by his son.

Inwardly asked, might Dihyan be depressed?

In my heart, I was also struck when I saw the state of the son.

But it cannot be fragile. Who else could his family hope for at this time if not him.

The head should remain upright, even if the load is hit.

Pray in your heart that the answer is no.

To Be Continued Again.

Sorry, but I can write a little.