Please Change my Destiny!
Meaning of Family

" Dear, don't be like this!" said Mama Love while holding the hand of Dihyan who kept hitting his own body.

But no, his son's strength was stronger than his. Several times he was actually hit by a hard hand belonging to Dihyan.

" I'm wrong! I was wrong!" Dihyan still continued to thrash out punishing himself.

Because Dihyan did not stop the action, making mama hug trying to stop the man's movement.

"No dear, Mama was wrong too. Mama's guilty too, I'm sorry!"

Dihyan still revolted, no matter when his hand hit his mother's body.

"Euug." Mama complained as Dihyan's fist landed on her back violently.

" Ma, I'm ma!" Papa came forward trying to release Mama's embrace on Dihyan.

His son may not have been aware of hurting his own mother.

"Ma." Papa is busy pulling Mama away from her son.

The woman's face had runny, for she could not sweep her wet cheeks.

Dihyan continued to rebel, "I was wrong. I made my wife miscarry." No matter when the woman who was pregnant with it was in pain due to the head of her hand.

Speech that continues to be thrown, the hand that continues to move hits.

After being separated from Dihyan, Mama's body immediately poured down.

Sitting on the floor with his hands covered.

The woman was still crying, it was not strong to see her child like this.

Papa with his long steps left the room, just for a moment. Then come back with a syringe in hand.

" Diva, help papa." He said to his daughter, "Papa who holds, you who injects!" he said again when he saw his son's confused gaze.

Taking his place right behind Dihyan, he began to grab a very strong rebellious hand.

" Deck spout!" Speech stomping. Obviously his strength was inferior to the strength of the son who was still fresh in shape.

"Can't Pa, I'm scared." Divas.

"Ck, watch your brother!" Papa is still trying to restrain Dihyan's movements.

"Now," Diva with a slightly stomping hand towards her brother despite looking the other way. Still upset with her sister.

With one move, Diandra managed to inject a sedative in her brother's arm.

Truly the definition of hard-hearted women, Diva thought.

The four of them were standing around the bed. There had been lying Dihyan who was seen sleeping quietly under the blanket.

"Can you forget your revenge for our family?" Mom started talking in a slow tone.

"This family has been destroyed, destroyed how else would you like to set aside your ego?" The eyes of Sendu and Sampab still imply pain.

"Sukurin!" Diva while glancing at Diandra was upset.

They know whom this talks to, though they don't see any mention of names.

Papa shifted a little, grabbing the shoulder of the bald boy. One hand is in charge of embracing, the other hand is in front of the face with the index finger on the lips.

Shut up, Mama is sad!

Maybe It's a Tucked-away phrase.

"Go! Until your brother gets better!"

Mama was still talking, eyes still silent on Dihyan's figure.

"Bah, please find a place to stay for Diandra!"

"Mah."

"Mama?"

Papa and Diandra's voice screamed stifledly.

Their estimation, the word went earlier was just to leave the room, not this house.

While the Diva was still bowed.

He was indeed upset with his brother, but letting Diandra leave this house, was never imagined by him.

It means he will lose his two brothers.

Dihyan who was immersed in his own Imaginary World.

And Diandra was kicked out by mom?

Oh my goodness.

What a terrible word for a little girl like her.

His mind began to fly, How could that brother live out there?

Where will his Papa put Diandra.

The embrace of the father was released, moved to the shoulders of the mother, this time trying to calm the wife.

"Think of Dihyan's future?"

"When is he like this?"

"Diandra made her sister like this." Mama

Back clear granules slid down the cheeks.

"Andra can stay at the house om or tantenya." Mamma.

"Well, calm yourself, don't act rashly by making the wrong decision." Papa shook his hand slowly until his body was shaken too.

"We'll talk about this another time." Papa's. I don't want families to get scattered. All can be overcome with a cold head.

"It's late, everyone back to the room!" His command while turning also brought the body of the mother who is still in embrace.

"Bribble?" Looking at the Diva who just nodded in answer.

"Come on!" Now stand right in front of Diandar who is still bowed.

Still want to embrace the Princess, not to feel cornered and make anger and resentment even more tempestuous.

"Mama's asleep?"

Now they were on the bed lying under the dim light of the lamp, preparing for sleep.

There was no reply from the wife even though she knew she had not slept.

Almost a week he was only presented with the back by his wife. Although there is a word, it is just a debate.

Outstretched hand landed on the upper arm of Mama Love. Giving gentle massages, he wanted to put an end to this cold war immediately.

"Papa does not support their actions." Start talking even though there is not necessarily a response from the side there.

"Papa was also angry, upset and disappointed with them. They are our children!"

"We may punish them, but do not corner, abandon or expel them."

"For all we need to remember, they are our children. You once fought between life and death while giving birth to them."

"Do you have the heart, to part with Andra in this state?"

"Your daughter left you angry, and you were disappointed too. Do not rule out the possibility, Diandra will hate you after this. And it's very likely that he won't return to this house. Papa doesn't want that to happen."

"You want, your own biological daughter to choose to forget her mother? Didn't you?"

"Sama, Papa doesn't want to."

"It's not our first quarrel during the household, but it's our longest fight."

Usually they argue and silence each other in just 3 days.

Various problems they have faced, although it is because children's problems are the most often their debate. Now almost a week more, and again because of the children.

"Toward here dong Cin!" After he spoke at length without looking at each other, it felt less afdol.

His beloved wife is still stubborn, it is precisely his hands that still give a gentle massage on his shoulders to his arms.

"The sin of the wife rejecting the husband."Papa said, He wants this conflict to end soon.

"Mama's dizzy." Love reverses the body that the husband has drawn. According to him when the husband brought his body to get closer to each other.

In the arms of the husband who placed his hands on the forehead of the mother

" What's papa doing?"

"It's your massage, he said dizzy?"

"Not Dizziness like that but, ...  Ah already!" Now Mama let the burly hand press her head, pulling her hair softly felt comfortable.

"Yes, yes!" Ask papa to give a soft kiss on the wife's forehead.

" What's papa doing?" Mama screeched as Papa placed himself on it, following with a soft, intoxicating touch.

"You're bringing my mom healing-healling so it's not too stressful."