Please Change my Destiny!
Should He Be Honest?

The sun began to appear in shame.

The three adult men were now on the terrace chatting lightly.

Dihyan several times set his butt on the chair.The position always feels wrong.

Occasionally glance at the man he called with the greeting of his brother, maybe trying to find the right memont to convey his purpose and purpose here.

But the more the sun goes up, the more crowded the atmosphere becomes. It felt less good to talk about his wish.

Especially today, the weekend some people are doing at home as it is today.

Still trying to cover up the chaos of his household in others, even though it's relatives though.

“Eh no Dihyan?” Said a woman who had just come out of the house next door. The woman looks to pull a long hose to water the plants that grow in front of the father's house, “When come?” Still have time to ask questions even though the hands look busy.

“Enight?” Dihyan with a smile, “How are you?” She's his cousin, from my mom's family. The wife of the man he called his brother.

“Alhamdulillah well, you?”

“Alhamdulillah well also kak.”

“Home get here? Which wife?”

Wife?

He fell silent while lowering his eyes while playing his fingers, linking to each other.

Think, what reason did he make.

The question meant that no one knew anything about his family.

Maybe my mom would rather cover up the problem.

“You have a problem?” Ask the father who might see her agitated.

“I want to ask for help brother, can?” He asked while looking at the brother who was also looking at him.

Dad's question wasn't answered.

“What's up?” Elder brother.

He was still silent, probably still arranging word by word that he had to say.

“My wife was kidnapped,” Her speech was back down.

“WHAT? Your wife was kidnapped?” The voice from within.

Mother was seen in a hurry to find the source of the voice that said my wife was kidnapped, along with an older woman who was usually called with the words of grandmother who followed from inside.

“Who was kidnapped?” Grandma who joined, the body is still in the doorway.

“Wife Dihyan bu,” Answer mom on the woman. "She said she was kidnapped. This is also just about to hear the story." The two women were flirting themselves.

“Kok can Yan?” Grandma had now sat down beside Dihyan.

"Where were you kidnapped?"

"When?"

"Why not be helped?"

"Have you called the police?"

"Where were you at the time?"

A series of questions from the two women alternately but not broken it actually makes the head dizzy.

While the father and brother just kept quiet while looking at him, and the woman who was watering the plant actually poked her lips, almost laughing. Must be confused to face the mother? Maybe that's what the look in his eyes means.

Now that Dihyan is in the spotlight of their eyes, honestly being in this position feels very uncomfortable.

So from now on looking for a moment that was a little quiet just to tell this problem only three with brother and father.

But the process of searching for the right moment is so long that it can not bear to hold its own desires. Want Dihyan, so that Rima soon found.

“You know who kidnapped?” Mother.

“Yes who kidnapped your wife?” Grandma.

“Your wife is beautiful, sexy again. If you meet later you have to change a little appearance so as not to invite the gaze of other men,” Mother.

People around here almost all close the aurat, even his cousin who was watering the plant had closed the aurat perfectly, only his face was not covered. That little girl

dawn had closed the aurat, even if only when he was about to leave the house.

Maybe from here Mama Cinta also uses hijab even though the style is a little stylish of them.

They had never seen Rima directly, about Rima's sexy appearance must be from the information of Mama Cinta with Papa Cakra.

Heh, maybe the time is not right to tell a story with brother, because a series of questions come from mother and grandmother every time he said even if only a sentence.

“No coffee ni?” Dad tried to melt the tense atmosphere mixed stiff plus panic this.

“Iya, yes,” Mother back inside leave.

“Bu, let Dihyan calm down first. Do not attack dong. Mom in break well!” Now change granny who must be secured first.

“Yes already, you guys just talk. Maybe fellow men could be more open.”

Safe.

Grandma also went back home.

There was only an older sister who still had her plants and seemed to no longer care about the conversation

them.

“You're sure your wife was kidnapped?” Ask me as if I doubt his words.

Is my lie too visible?

Quiescent.

That's the only answer.

“Is there anyone you suspect?” My brother has started talking.

“Mama with papa?” A short answer that immediately caught the attention of all who were in the

situ, including the older sister who has now crouched down may be pulling the grass. Just looked back at him. Smiling at the code from the husband, resumed his activities.

“You're sure your wife was kidnapped?” Elder brother. Same question from different people.

“The coffee is ready. So how?”

Mother who just wanted to land her ass in a chair but stood back up to hear.

“Bu, log in first bu!” Daddyh.

“Iya, yes.” With a lazy face, she went back in.

“You have a problem?” I asked again, even though I had not yet received an answer to the first question.

The mood was silent again. Dihyan hesitated.

“Yes already, you calm yourself first. Follow dad!”

Dihyan just nodded.

Once a person lies, he will lie again to cover up his first lie. And back to lying to cover up his second lie, and so on.

Like he's thinking about what other lies he's got to tell after my wife gets kidnapped. The real thing is my wife ran away.

Should

He's honest?