When Destiny Re-Picks
Flashback: As Important Is It A Status?

Prong ....

The sound of broken glass was heard in the dining room area. The servants started running around to clean up the mess, but soon came to a halt upon seeing the miserable sight.

There was Mita who became the source of the commotion. The woman deliberately dropped the glass in her hand until the crystal pieces of glass scattered to the floor.

Mita stood up haughtily, looking down at a girl kneeling to clean the floor. Dian ignored the wounds on her legs as a result of her mother-in-law's actions. As if accustomed, Dian was already numb by her actions.

"See? It's just the right position for a girl like you, to be below us!" underestimated its cynicism. Dian just kept quiet. There's no point in fighting back, after all Mita always wants to win.

The servants looked at Dian with sadness. How sad the position of the girl was. A daughter-in-law, but treated like a maid. Dian's a good girl, any one of them knows that.

"Mrs ... let us just clean it–"

"Shut up! Don't try to help her," threatened Mita, making the servants retreat.

Dian looked a little. " Just do your job, I can do it myself."

"Yes! This job is indeed worthy of you," circus Mita again. He kicked one of the glass pieces until it hit the hand of Dian who was picking up another glass. Dian's reflex pulled her injured hand back.

The girl clasped her injured hand while looking at Mita. "What! You want to get angry?" Mita was petty, then left from there.

Seeing Mita's departure, the servants came back closer and snatched Dian's job.

"Miss, let me treat your wounds." Dian did not speak as one of the maids pulled her down to be treated.

"Thank you" said Dian slowly. Although Mita did not like him, these servants still respected her.

"Is Miss Mita always like this?" dian asked on the sidelines of his ringing.

The servants stared at each other, hesitating and not wanting to talk. Dian understands. He smiled softly at them. "Not what, just say it."

"Sorry Miss. This family so upholds their dignity and status. Madam Mita wants a daughter-in-law like Miss Melly, she's a top artist. Elegant and classy, perfectly suited to his type." The servant who spoke was a little nervous, afraid of offending Dian and hurting this young girl.

"I'm doing fine. Thanks for being open."

Isn't Mita so similar to you, ma? You are more concerned with status than our happiness, inner Dian Miris.

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Dian placed the coffee he made on the table when he heard the sound of water rustling from the bathroom. She went to the dressing room to get her husband's clothes ready, and put them on the table there.

Chequek. Nico came out with a towel still wrapped around his waist. He smiled at Dian who was approaching. Threw the head of the wife and frowned the peak of Dian's fist.

"How was your day?" tanyanya, while drinking the coffee that Dian made for her. This girl always knew what she liked.

"Well," answered Dian, hiding her hand in the bandage.

"You want to eat something?" bargained for.

Nico smiled grinning. "I want to eat you." Directly moving quickly to catch Dian, but the girl first ran away.

Brakes. Dian closed the locker room, then locked it quickly. He stroked his chest which was shocked by Nico's actions. Outside, Nico laughed happily. He managed to prank Dian again. The girl was very innocent, thus making her often entertained.

"Naico!" peek at Dian from the inside.

"Yes? You change your mind, I'm still waiting" teased Nico again outside the door.

"Stop! Put your clothes on quickly!"

"I want to, but my clothes are in there," he replied innocently.

Also true. Isn't Dian hiding in the dressing room?

Want to not, Dian got out of there. He stared intently at Nico who was smiling seductively at him.

The two agreed to be friends and respect each other as husband and wife. They don't want to be pressured by a marriage they never expected, so try to accept it until the time comes to head for each other's path.

But no one knows the heart. Both of them were involuntarily comfortable with each other's treatment. Until only one of them is aware of that feeling and the other is only able to regret.

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