Please Change my Destiny!
Don't Always Remember First!

" Where are you going?" Luckily, Dihyan was still able to hold back his anger when he found Rima sitting in the room in the corner of his house. The room that he rarely reached, the room devoted to the art in this house.

That woman looks so happy. Sitting while spooning something into his mouth, accompanied by Dan Bi Titi, while telling me what it was.

" Say he's tired, but why here?" Diyan attempts to dampen the emotions within.

If he obeys the will of the heart, he wants the man to yell and let out everything in the form of a shout.

Especially when he found the woman sitting quietly with clothes that might be said to be only underwear.

What if Pak Dodo or Pak Eko come in to eat or drink? Surely the appearance of Rima was seen with great clarity.

But still afraid if it hurt Rima and make the woman afraid and go back out of life. He was not ready to lose again.

" Aunty makein' this," Raised his hands with a small fork. " Want to try? Yummy loh!"

No use answering, in fact Rima had thrust the pudding in front of Dihyan. Welcomed with a flat face, resisting rumbling.

The two arts are no longer visible around there. Too much they leaked about the state of Dihyan first to Rima, in fact, in fact shrunk when the person they were talking about was among them.

Not intended to demean, just try to give a picture of the fall of Dihyan with all the regrets that the man felt after everything that happened. Hope Rima will come back to accept Dihyan sincerely.

"You hungry?" Ask Rima again. A couple of spoons of ice doger pudding have gone into Dihyan's mouth.

"I ate earlier. Sory can't wait for you to wake up, laper is the problem." Though it was not yet the night of the effects of the Dihyan attack that gave blind last day.

Dihyan had been sitting beside her. "You still want to?" Guilt at almost finishing the contents of the plate that should belong to Rima or maybe offended by the question.

"It's easy, just ask aunt." Rhymes.

Dihyan stared fixedly, the woman looking happy with the sweet smile that was presented. Is it really happy in this place? Still doubting the truth.

"Yes, I want to. But we moved!" Dihyan replied while pulling Rima's hand up from there. Temporal

one hand is in charge of carrying the remaining dishes a little pudding.

"Where are you going?" Rima's confused.

Perhaps for him, this place was one of the most comfortable places in the past. It was far from the reach of Dihyan and Diandra who were always looking for trouble with him. While telling a story with the two middle-aged women who he said were friends.

"She was in the room. I don't like your shirt like that."

Rima's body was clad in singlets and hotpants that exposed too much body skin.

"Nobody's watching, just aunty." Rima while holding back a step.

"Not nothing, but not yet Rima. How was it when you sat there, Mr. Dodo or Mr. Eko went in and looked at you like a gini?" They stopped in the dining room.

"Or if you want, you can just eat here, it's safer." Putting dishes on the family dinner table.

"My place is not here. My place is behind with them." Rima started to lower her head.

Not the intention to offend or argue actually, but the sense of comfort has long been felt when with the ART rather than having to be with her own husband.

Blame Dihyan who had drawn a straight line stretching between them long ago. And now Dihyan wants to just erase that line, unfortunately Rima does not.

"Five. I'm sorry for everything. Please, don't reveal any more mistakes."

Silent for a moment. Both of them thought what else after this.

"Or, let's just go back to the apartment."

 At that moment, Rima's eyes were perfectly rounded.

"Eh, uh." Embracing Dihyan's arm, probably intending to persuade.

"You always remember what happened when we were here. I don't like it." Staring into the eyes of the wife without intending to pull over the embrace on her arm. Rima shook his head, the shadow of the narrow white walls with himself inside instantly dancing overhead.

No no no no. He doesn't want to go back there. " No! I don't want to." he said with a glass. "I like it here. We're here, yeah!" Her request.

" Ride!" One word is spoken slowly, but it can add to the portion of annoyance.

With a sharp gaze as if drawing in right at the heart, making Rima dare not argue.

Rima stomped to release Dihyan's hand with a pouting face, footsteps also stomped indicating He was really upset.

Dihyan followed from behind, foot-strapping one by one on the stairs. His gaze focused on the curves of Rima's body that were right in front.

Some of the skin is still wrapped in cloth, just like that but able to make his brain stagger. The shadow of warmth that he had done to Rima this afternoon was lacking. Especially when he saw the body of the crazy gemoy, densely filled now warped right in front of him.

It feels like he wants to hold it even harder, just let Rima scream, maybe it will make the woman look more ****!.

Ahhhh, what is he thinking right now?

Rima had opened the room door still with a stomping motion to cause a fairly loud sound. Slamming the body on the sofa, deliberately showing his annoyance.

" You know how men think when they look at women's bodies?" Dihyan stood before Rima. The woman refused to answer, still putting on conical lips. " I'm the one who sees it every day, immediately tense."

"Ehhhh," Rima's view immediately turned to the subject matter expressed by Dihyan. Sure enough, too obvious even.

"That's why, women are told to close the aurat, let's not go fishing." Dihyan also seemed reluctant to cover up or just disguise. It even seemed to be deliberately showing off, standing before Rima by the waist.

Rima was getting upset. What would you like to try? Time is it again? Kan.

Rima's cheeks meet red, sure shame. Especially when imagining him so enjoying even to the point of screaming irresistibly when Dihyan touched him so gently and almost simultaneously on nerve points that are capable of paralyzing.

" I'll take a shower!" Dihyan left Rima who was now holding back the embarrassment.

The woman's cheeks had met red, with an irregular heart.

The view just in front of him, making the brain just like translucent on a sheet of body cover.

Nger3!