When Destiny Re-Picks
Inner Bond

In large rooms that are designed so luxurious with a blend of gray and black colors are now almost formless. The room that was so gloomy was getting scary when Nico did not hesitate to destroy a lot of stuff.

Nico smashed everything he saw, including a large mirror that now left only pieces of glass. No one dared to come near and stop. Mita could only cry watching her son's pain.

The man was frustrated. It's not the first time Nico has been driven mad by circumstances. As hard as he tried, the feeling made him lose.

"Nico .. is enough, son. Stop it, Mama please." Mita squeezed her chest in pain, her tears kept flowing.

"He was even trembling to see me. That's how scared I am?" Nico squeezed his hair strong. The man was sitting down beside the bed.

"ARGHY!! DIANN!! FORGIVE MEU!! SORRY PAPAA!!" Nico's desperate cries were heard again the other time. Such a heart-wrenching cry for anyone who hears it. Tears had already flooded that shabby face.

Oh, my God, is this my karma?

Mita timidly approaches Nico. His son was already curled up to his knees in distress. Nico looks like a soul-defeated undead. His eyes were now staring blankly.

It is inconceivable how hurt a mother who witnessed the suffering of her own child, while at that time they could not give a way out. Can time be turned back? If possible, Mita is willing to sacrifice her life for a time.

"Nico–" Mita sobbed. His hand tried to touch the weak body that always rejected it slowly. Nico is not flinching. Mita finally ventured to embrace him.

"I'm sorry Mama–. You could kill me if it could treat a little of your pain."

"Mama will talk to Dian. Mama's gonna bow down to him to get back to us. Mama will do anything–"

"Why not since?"

The deg!

"Why haven't you held her back for so long?" Nico took off Mita's arms. Look at the woman who played a big role in her life.

Mita could not answer. The woman could only bow down while crying over her regrets.

"Mom let her go pregnant?! Hide all the facts from me! Does Mom have a heart?" Nico raised his voice.

"How are my kids now? No one's mocking them for not having a father, right? And what about Dian. Who accompanied her during pregnancy and childbirth?" Nico again sobbed, his chest felt so tight. There have been several incidents where Dian was so eager to get stuck with her.

"Why haven't you slept?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Next time don't wait."

It was midnight and Nico had just returned from overtime. He saw Dian sitting on the sofa where the girl used to wait for him to come home.

After cleaning up, Dian was still faithfully waiting. The girl was agitated, wanting to talk, but like a bow.

"What's wrong?"

"You want to sleep?" tanya Dian hesitated.

"Yes, it's midnight. What's up?"

"none. I want to sleep too" he replied quickly. He held the girl's hand as he left. "Say." He knew there was something Dian wanted.

"Say what?"

"Say or I'll be angry" he threatened.

Dian. "I want fried rice. Can't you?" his great-grandson.

"Why not say. Of course I can."

That night Nico was surprised at his request, but Dian knew that he could not cook. Never mind cooking, touching the kitchen he never.

So that night he was forced to obey a small desire Dian considering that the girl never asked for anything. And now he realized that it was not Dian's request, but his prospective son who is still growing there. Their last meeting post-divorce was the last time Dian asked for something from her.

"Sorry– forgive Mama, Nico." Mita is getting more and more sorry. Tears unceasingly flooded his face.

"Now regret can't." Nico stood up slowly. His body is really weak. He walked slowly to the door, wanting to leave. It's better to hurt someone.

... brukk. His eyes were dark at once.

He can no longer feel anything.

"NICO!" He heard someone shouting his name.

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Prong ....

"DIANS/MAMA!"

Everyone was surprised when Dian accidentally left to drop a large glass vase as high as the chest of an adult in the corner of the room. Vira immediately took Dian away from the scattered ceramic glass. Thankfully the woman of three was not hit by any debris.

"Mama's okay?" Lily hugged Dian who was already sitting with worry. Emi and Rico sit on the other side of Dian.

"What's up, Dian?" Vira pulled out one of the chairs to sit in front of Dian.

"I don't know. My head suddenly hurts. My chest is also very tight," he said. Unknowingly a clear circle fell from the corner of his eye.

What's the matter? Why is his feeling suddenly agitated. He was afraid and worried for no reason.

Vira carefully checked Dian's condition. The young doctor was always on standby carrying his medical equipment just in case. The woman is fine. There's no serious problem. Just sudden excessive anxiety.

"Dian, your condition these few days seems to be affecting your psychic. It also affects your mental health. Better not think of something that's weighing on you."

Maybe it's just my feeling, Dian's mind.

"Mama better not think about anything first. Emi does not want Mama to be sick," said Emi hugging Dian.

"Rico doesn't want Mama Dian to get sick either. Rico just has Mama now." Rico hugged his foster mother.

Dian did not know what to respond to see this, but he was moved at once anxious. She now has three children at the age of twenty-five. Yes, children are one source of happiness for parents. And Dian was grateful to have them.

These kids are stuck like stamps. Dian smiled, returning her third hug. Later,

He looked at Rico who was in the front position hugging his stomach. This child was the son of Melly, the woman he hated at the time.

Even so, she is still a mother who must be willing to give affection. And Rico is a child who deserves affection not a slur.

You're all the same in my eyes. Stay by my side, and I will protect you from a cruel world.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...