Please Change my Destiny!
Sebhappy Is that?

Rima was still sulking, reluctant to touch the food that had been opened and arranged on the table.

" Feed first!" Dihyan was still trying to seduce. "I have a surprise for you!"

Rima turned around, staring at the man. Curious what surprise the man promised.

"You eat yes, I'm a bribe!" Pinta Dihyan who was still patiently facing Rima.

" No need! I'm not a sick person to be fed." Rimapu still survives with his upset look.

" There's no need to wait for you to get sick so I can feed and spoil you. I'm your husband, it could be everything to you.

"Feed us home first!"

The last sentence turned Rima's attention back to Dihyan. "Now? Where are you going?"

"Shortly, but we're done eating."

Rma, who was increasingly curious, immediately picked up the food that Dihyan offered for her.

Lunch ended, Dihyan took out a hand right in front of Rima. Take his wife out of the room.

"Ghea, clean up my room! Today I come home quickly there's business with mom."

After saying that, back to pull slowly Rima's hand that was still in her arms.

" Good Sir!"

" Any wait!" The footsteps of the two men stopped. " The supply box?"

"Let's be done with Ghea." Maybe Rma felt bad when she left the workspace in a mess.

" Yes you know, but the box is left? Baby, will you be confused again if you ask to be impregnated?"

Dihyan looked at his wife's ravings, indeed the supply box they had was only one?

"D-yes." The answer was stammering, afraid of mispronouncing later. I have just managed to persuade this woman, not to take the dizzy again stringing sweet words or thinking about what other gifts are able to make a melt.

"Ghea, that,...." Staring briefly at his secretary, looking back at Rima. Honestly still researching what his wife wants.

" You keep the box, don't get scattered!" Dihyans.

" Good Sir!" The girl lowered her head, smiling. Feel a common thing if the mother always thinks of a lunch box or bottle of drink. Those two things mean a lot.

"Where are we going?"

Being in the car, sitting side by side with Armada who was the driver.

"There was. Surprise." Diyans.

"Where the hell is it?" Urge to be told.

"If you know it now, it's not a surprise. You're a little patient dong!"

Rima advancing lips, re-appearing face snatched his panjanya. But the longer that annoyed face grew faded, gradually becoming a faint smile.

"Where are we going?" Ask again to make sure. Dihyan simply shook his head, still reluctant to answer.

Entering the complex area, Rima's face looked bright.

The car kept on going, through a gate, the smile grew even more.

Notwithstanding the wheels of the car stopping perfectly, Rima had already opened the door by her side.

"Five!" Dihyan's screams were ignored.

Running fast, leaving Dihyan still stunned in the car. "That's happy?"

Now he has been able to answer about the interlocutor whom Rima called yesterday.

"BIOBIII." Rima's scream echoed. His body kept going into the house. "AUNTY." Heels are no longer attached to the feet.

Until arriving at the room divider between the dining room and the living room, then Rima stopped running.

Back screaming hysterically when he found BI Sumi there. "AUNTY."

"Oh my goodness, miss!" Surprised, the middle-aged woman dropped the mop cloth from her hand.

"Looky girl." Running slowly, also approaching Rima. Opening her hands to embrace Rima.

"Jeez non Rima."

Divorcing a hug to look at the beautiful smiling face with the same teary eyes.

"Non Rima is fine."

Rima nodded vigorously, still smiling even though a drop of tears had drenched her cheeks.

"Oh my goodness non. Sorry aunt can't save her son, n."

"Udah, don't talk about it anymore! It's destiny." Trying sincerely and wisely Rima does not want everyone to feel guilty even though the pain is still there.

"Non, sorry Mr. Dihyan is also non."

They were still talking with hands that were on each other's backs. Rima nodded again.

Unforgivable, he can't do much.

"Sir Dihyan, pain during non-residence."

Rima put up her hearing fine. This situation he does not know.

"Five."

The voice was able to let go of each other's hand hooks, then step away from each other.

"Come on!" Dihyan reached out his hand, about to bring Rima from there.

Walk up the stairs to the second floor.  "Where are you sleeping?"

Where's his mom going to sleep?

Didn't Rima ever have her own room.

Kni the girl tried to lead the way even though the hand was still adrift.

Of course the steps lead to his former room. Curious about the condition of the room.

"Waaaah" Like one who sees something marvelous, but the room has not changed a bit.

Dihyan did not have time to think about it while he was busy looking for it.

Entering the room with slow steps and a gaze that swept through the entire space.

"Aaaaah," threw a body on the bed that still feels the same. Feet and hands move to feel the softness and comfort of the sheets.

Looking up at the air, Slightly got up and re-appeared in all directions.

This room, it used to be where he stole all his feelings.

A feeling of sadness until the destruction he had experienced.

Eyes nailed to that side. Rise walked up to the dressing table with all sorts of her old combat tools.

Put your hands on the surface of the table before sitting in the chair.

"It's safe, isn't it?" She looked at one of her lips.

Doubtful, because it has been in residence for some time.

"Hihihi, most dower too!" Said it while giggling before sweeping it to the lips.

Emuahs. Emuahs. Emuah, make a kiss float on its own.

Stand up and walk towards the closet, where her clothes are stored.

Dihyan sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to pay attention to the behavior of the wife who looked very happy entering the hell he had made.

Look back at the look that existed when opening the closet door.

"Waaaah," Again Rima showed her admiration for the ordinary. "Don't you throw away my clothes?"

"Why should I throw it away?"

Diyan's forehead even frowned upon hearing the question.

"I thought you hated me. Must hate everything I've ever had to do." The woman's hand reached out to pick up a dress from the closet.

Dihyan exhaled with his closed eyes slowly lowered his head. It's hard to explain this part.

"You're my wife." Can only say that word alone, whether Rima means what later.

Re-raised her head, looking at Rima who was circling in front of the mirror while attaching a dress that was still stuck to the hanger. The pretty face was smiling, like it was happy and unfazed by her words just now.

He wanted her to ask, about Rima's feelings during her time with him.

Or at least, what does Rima think of herself as?

The woman continued to dance cheerfully. Facing to the left and then to the right, the eyes continue to look towards the mirror that reflects the image of themselves.

Hanging the hanger on the doorknob of the closet slowly.

Both hands are in front of the chest, working unbuttoning for the sake of his own shirt button.

Again, Dihyan was only able to stare and wait. Is Rima that brave?