Destiny with You
Take his heart back

A man if faced with three things namely property, throne, and beautiful women will definitely falter. Especially if it is faced together as happened to Dzikra will certainly disperse and undermine his faith.

Men need to be made aware when he goes down the wrong path, because men are in fact like big babies, just big physiques but sometimes immature minds.

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"What do you mean Mr. Dzikra?" riechoten asked not to accept.

"I refuse to marry Larisya! I can't beat my wife!" firmly Dzikra sharpened Riechoten Larisya's father.

"Then what do you mean these two months with my son!"Riechoten is hardening his jaw.

"That's your daughter's request that I keep her company for two months!" dzikra replied without turning his gaze to Riechoten who was riled up.

"So you've been lying to me all along! you act like my son's lover!" firmly Riechoten his eyes were already fully rounded.

"Sorry sir, I was never her lover! everything I did at his request" said Dzikra coldly still holding Hera's hand.

"Larisya you also said Mr. Dzikra is a widower! I'm waiting for your explanation!" richoten said rising from his chair out of the restaurant with emotions still stirring.

Now the atmosphere became quiet, a waiter came to bring food and drinks ordered. The table is filled with food from various seafood there are octopus, shrimp, squid, spicy shellfish sambel ijo, salmon, crab with red sauce in each seafood food. Hera was happy to see the food but embarrassed to eat it because no one had started touching the food.

"Are you sure of your decision?" ask grandpa coldly.

"Yes cake" answered Dzikra.

"From now on you're not a chief director, and you won't get a dime of inheritance from me either!" said Grandpa coldly.

"Yes cake, it's okay!" Dzikra.

"Good Dzikra! you choose to destroy your future for a woman and love!" said grandfather while rising out of the restaurant.

Two people had left the table, the situation became quiet again, now it was Larisya's turn who had glazed staring at Dzikra. Okay, tackling is a woman's weapon conquering men.

"Is there not the slightest taste for me?" ask Larisya while shaking.

"There, anger!" said Dzikra coldly staring at Larisya.

"You evil Dzikra, you evil!" Larisya stripping to be the center of attention of other visitors.

"I was never interested in you from the beginning, you asked me to do everything you wanted! You should have retreated from the beginning, you hurt yourself!" the word Dzikra did not melt with Larisya's cry.

Larisya got up to grab a glass of orange juice and poured into the face of Dzikra who looked at her coldly. Larisya then walks out of the restaurant while stripping off sobbing. Hera who saw the incident just fell silent and took a tissue and wiped her husband's face.

"Well, your face is so sweet as it is," said Hera, making Dzikra's face turn her head and then smile with Hera's voice.

"You want to try nyicipin?" seductive Dzikra, the look on his face had turned warm again making Hera's face almost red.

Kruyuuuk Kruyuuuuk

Hera's stomach was clearly heard, Hera was embarrassed, but in contrast to Dzikra who laughed, then kissed his wife's lips.

"You're the same as you used to be, let's eat!" Dzikra.

"Your clothes are wet" said Hera slowly.

"Then? I shouldn't be wearing clothes here now?" tanya Dzikra narrowed her eyes.

"No need, we'll just eat!" said Hera immediately grabbed a meal that had thrashed to be devoured.

"Will this go?" tanya Dzikra interrupted her meal.

" You're not cleaning up the office stuff!" hera was busy with her food.

"I told Risma to tidy it up and send it to the apartment. Is there a festival going there?" Dzikra invites Hera to be answered by Hera.

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Dzikra accompanied Hera to walk in the crowd, Hera seemed so excited to try every regional food, when he met where to try the traditional clothing Hera drew Dzikra to try it. This is probably the only photo of Hera being pregnant for her first child. Hera was excited when her photo was already printed the smile bloomed from the Dzikra.

"Will we go for another walk?" ask Dzikra.

"No, my feet are pegel!" said Hera.

" Where am I incandescent," replied Dzikra holding Hera in his chair and stomping her feet.

While enjoying the massage, the thought of ignorant Hera replied to the attitude of Dzikra, he smiled.

"I want you to stroke that bald head!" said Hera.

"Well!"Dzikra puffed up and looked in the direction Hera pointed at.

"She's worried about him diem don't tell the guy, I'm craving like him!" said Hera while stroking her stomach.

"Are you sure, baby?" tanya Dzikra frowned her forehead which was replied by a nod by Hera.

Dzikra also resignedly walked up to the tattooed bald man, when he would stroke him from behind the man continued to look at him so that Dzikra undo his intention, Dzikra changed position trying to be behind the person, Dzikra, but unfortunately the person also continued to look at the Dzikra finally they chased each other, looking like people who were intending something, until at the opportunity Dzikra rubbed the head quickly, the bald went up black. Dzikra immediately ran towards Hera who was already laughing out loud.

"Dear baby let's go home!" said Dzikra grabbing Hera's hand.

"I can't walk, I'm still a pegel!" said Hera memelas.

Dzikra also nimbly held Hera's body quickly towards the parked car. Hera was immediately put in the car. Fast car to the apartment. Hera in her heart laughed happily at her husband.

*****

Hera was already in contention with restless sleeplessness, his back was burning, pain when sleeping on his back while the Dzikra outside was talking seriously with someone. When the Dzikra entered the room saw Hera cringing uneasily on the mattress immediately scattering it.

"Why? we go to the doctor?" dzikra's question was answered by Hera's head.

" What should I do then?" dzikra.

"The back's hot!" ringgis Hera while sitting in a mattress.

The dzikra swiftly went straight up to the mattress, and stroked Hera's back gently.

"Mail memory !" said Hera.

"You possessed?" tanya Dzikra was surprised.

"Not Dzik!" dzikra's question made Hera emotional.

Dzikra did not want to make Hera more emotional, directly stroking Hera's back while lying down both. Dzikra stroked his wife's back while reading Ar-Rahman's letter. Hera finally fell asleep hearing the sound of the letter ar Rahman from the voice of her husband. Dzikra saw his wife was asleep, immediately pulled the blanket and kissed his wife's cheek.

"Good sleep, baby!"kayakr Dzikra who hugged his wife from behind.

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