Please Change my Destiny!
The Law

Rima hid herself under the blanket. Out there the morning has been morning, even the sun does not hesitate to distribute its warm light to earth creatures.

Good mornin.

The girl squirms, prays, before rising from her very comfortable sleep. Eyes blink a few times to recognize the world. Looking to the side, her husband's empty is no longer in place, maybe already out enjoying the beach air.

He began to move and headed to the bathroom to fulfill his wishes.

Stepping towards the bathroom, his brain also thought it seemed like he had experienced this? But where and when?

Think of it like a real dream.

Entering the bathroom, the mind floated back to remember where he had seen the order of the room like this?

The girl began to go out of the room looking for anything she could meet, including her husband.

"Eh Auntie? To Bali too?"

When he found someone he knew first.

" Balinese non? No, Auntie's not going anywhere. There's still family to take care of." The middle-aged woman smiled with Rima. It's good that at least the woman started to be able to interact with Rima.

" Why is Aunt here?" Rima started to frown.

" Yes, I will come to clean Mr. Dihyan's house. Breakfast was non, I've cooked."

"Well, how about it."Rima Twisting the body, the view goes around tracing all the rooms. And he knows this room, he knows this place, and maybe he's starting to realize everything that's going on.

" It's not in Bali?"

" Yes not Non, must be a dream? Hehe." Aunty chuckled, more precisely laughing at Rima who she thought was unconscious from sleep.

" Why can?" Said Rima again about to protest but I don't know who." Where's husband?"

" You've already left for work, he said something important."

He listened as he walked to the room, eyes and hands ransacking the room looking for his cell phone.

"Where are you?" the first call was answered.

"In the office, why?"

"Say you want a honeymoon, three days in Bali, how come home? It's only been half a day." Dumped Dihyan with the questions he had in his brain.

"Papa called, angry because I didn't go to work. Honeymoon is next time. Husband wants to find money first."

"Ck, how are you?" Doldrumsly hang up the phone call. She never demanded that her husband take the streets, but Dihyan himself did so and that was on his own initiative.

Yesterday Rima was very happy, it felt like he had not felt like he had gone on vacation. Promised a vacation for 3 days, makes it like finding a new spirit.

However, the promise of a promise remained, which Dihyan kept only half a day and one night. But when listening to her husband's reasons, she could not do anything.

Ck, it's not a honneymoon, but just a regular vacation. Because, they do nothing that is usually written in the honneymoon list itself. Even he was still a red cross. Uh what is he thinking right now?

The view goes back around the field. If they have to go back, why go to this place? Not to Dihyan's house like before.

Back fiddling with his gawai, face still pouting annoyed.

" Why go home in the apartment?" Ask Dihyan when the call reconnects.

"Rima, I work first yes. before papa ramps again, can be finished this husband of yours. You're more patient than we're poor?"

Rima grimaced as she listened to the strands of words from Dihyan. Imagine how angry his father-in-law was just because they went on vacation until Dihyan closed his call before answering his question.

Maybe not the wrong vacation, but the time is not right because they go on weekdays. It's natural!

Wearing clothes as they please. There's no one here except auntie who just made her a black forest cake. Waiting for my husband to come home from work.

Staring back at the clock that was stuck on the wall that was like very slow twisting its needles. Just five minutes he looked back at the object, frowning to sharpen his vision, convincing his view if the needles were still spinning indicating the machine had no damage.

Puffft, so long!?

Not a day before he was in this rectangular box, Rima felt that she had been silent for a year.

"Why should I come back here anyway?" Again grumbled at Dihyan even though the orangannya were not here.

This aunt was clearly different from Bi Sumi and Bi Titi. He also does not know the discussion that can be a good talk for them.

And again, there was nothing he could do here but watch and play Hape. The body just used to sit, lie down, walk, sit again, lay down again. Long-time sore too.

The key sounded, finally the person he had been waiting for appeared from behind the door even with the look of his tired face.

Rima began to welcome, helping to bring her husband's briefcase. Do not forget to take water, put it in front of the living room table where Dihyan is sitting at this time.

"Thank you." Said DIhyan with a smile.

"Kok go home to the apartment?" Rima to the point. He was good enough not to directly ask the figure of DIhyan when he had just emerged from the office.

"Why?" Dihyan began to move, the hands in front of his chest removing one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"I'm so dizzy living here. Don't know what to do?" Showing his face of pain. Lips pursed, footsteps continuing to follow where Dihyan stepped.

Watching Dihyan who has now taken off his clothes right in front of him, Ck raised his faith!

"Oooh that." Throwing his clothes towards the basket, then turned his body at Rima.

Rima blinked her eyes, looking at the body that had plain upper part. Dihyan had been standing right before him, both hands propped up at his waist as if he was showing off.

Perfume fragrance is still smelled even though it has been used all day to work.

Not knowing the man, if Rima was currently trying to hold her breath only to remain standing firmly in front of her.

Not wanting to be considered weak, Rima raised her chin as if challenging Dihyan's current appearance. Eyes fixed staring towards the face, it was safer than having to look forward, right plain chest that seemed to be fishing to be stroked.

Though his heart was beating fast uncharacteristically, he even determined not to go forward hugging the body.

"You're being punished!" With a forefinger that several times pushed the nose of Rima.

Dihyan immediately turned around leaving Rima to go to the bathroom, cool indeed but able to make Rima round her eyes.

"Content." With both hands clenching hard and teeth bluffing, growling annoyed.

Puuuffft.

Buty? Uh wait a minute!

Whatwasthat?

He punished? For what sins?

What has he done this time?

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Doain well friends, may be able to smooth up again.

Still coughing in fact, but it can still be on really.

Uh but not on that one yeah! Do not think there mulu, his mind is straight!

Oh yes, I want a new novel promo!

It's called, "Nur Laela's Dream Isn't Beautiful."

Twenty of chapters. It was contracted.

I wait there Dad!

" It's okay" Mom. " Mr. RT, I beg you for permission, let my guest sleep last night in my house." Negative speculation in this girl has been shown in the mother's brain. Not wanting anything to happen, this girl seemed not to want to go home. Seemed unwilling to talk about the house.

"Can't do it Mom!" A man named Nizam.

"I'm the same he's not a mahram, can't look at it." Further.

Cih, holy-suckers.

Seatap is not necessarily room. What do you want to do?

Laela snatched away, glancing at Nizam with an upset look.

"Then how? It's late at night, he doesn't want to go home either. Maybe you want to calm down first. Not just this last night." Pinta the mother is gentle, feeling bad for her guests.

"Let's take a break first" His hand immediately grabbed Laela's hand to be brought into the house.

Carried the pangangn the actual men still want to deliberate. Mother made her own decision.

Placing Laela in a room belonging to Salsabilla, the son who is now undergoing education in the boarding school, following in the footsteps of his brother, Nizam.

Make sure Laela rests in peace. Then return to the living room wanting to talk to the others without involving the guest.

"Mom's afraid she's trying to kill herself again! The girl's problem we'll discuss tomorrow." The reason I told those who went to court without Laela.

Others agree, including Mr and Mr. RT except Nizam of course. Get a final decision like that, how else. The forum that night ended just like that.

Nizam walked towards the room that belonged to his youngest sister. He had been told that there was a foreign girl in there, Laela.

"Eat!" He spoke shortly after knocking on the door of the room. There is no truth from within.

Laela was deep in thought, where will she go tomorrow? Tonight he was lucky, meeting a kind family who helped him selflessly.

"Wait for Mom, dinner." The sound of screaming behind the door, complete with a knock that is almost similar to a door blow.

Walking straight open the door, in front of him stood a man who was still dressed as Koko and sarong. Still beautiful, the perfume is still smelling. Eemmm, fragrant.

Following Nizam's steps towards the dining room.

There were only the four of them, the mother with a quiet man who was estimated to be the husband of the mother. Nizam and himself.

The question now is, where did the man who was helping her last afternoon. Is that man the same as the man he is now? His voice was the same, but his appearance was clearly different.

Laela helps mom clean up their food scraps, though,

"Let's just let me, you must be tired!" Mom stopped Laela's hand from washing the dishes.

"No papa ma'am, just a little help." With a big smile. He has been accommodated in this house, at least helping to wash dishes as a thank you.

"That's okay, go to the room. You can be angry too!" A funny-sounding threat was present from that shady face.

"No papa ma'am?" Laela asked again.

" Yes, papa, Cepetan ah!" Mother.

"I'm going to Mom's room!" Must still be hesitant, Laela finally went from there.

"Mom, that girl can only stay tonight." Either Nizam is negotiating or is making a decision. Sounding soft yet firm, Mother simply nodded in agreement.

Nizam again stepped into the room after preparing the water before entering the room.

Either who's wrong, Nizam who always hastily walks or Laela who walks down.

The bodies of the two countries collided with each other right in front of the room of the sister who is now occupied by Laela.

Make the balance of the body disappear until it falls.

Bugs.

Landing beautifully with Nizam that befalls Laela's body.

The glass is still in the handle of Nizam, although the contents have been spilled first wetting the sheath.

Her lips briefly landed on Laela's temple, the delicate and tender skin she felt.

The eyes were both bulging when their views met. As if I couldn't believe what had just happened. Surprised sure.

"Not heavy." Laela was still able to speak even with her half-cut breath. Nizam's tall and sturdy body was quite heavy on his body.

Grumbling softly, Nizam rose to leave Laela's body.

Open the coil of the glove, then squeeze the mist hoping to slightly dry the wet glove because of the spillage of drinking water.

"Do you know why women and men who are not mahrams are not allowed in one room?" The stern and a little harsh question from Nizam was a bit of a nudge for Laela. The girl just bowed, feeling Exhausted from this house.

"In order not to cause slander, nor did such a thing happen." Nizam still with his firm voice, walked back to the kitchen leaving Laela and pursed lips.