Revenge Wife Persecuted

Chapter 2

Dili woke up in her bed. He looked around, his place was none other than his own room. The room he used to live in while he was living with his father.

“Am I dead? Or did I just dream?” mumbling astonishment.

It's still very clear in his memory what happened last night. She caught an affair between her husband and stepmother. He had been killed by Adli and his body thrown into the swamps. But why did he go back to his own room?

Dili got out of her bed. He approached a calendar attached to the wall near his dresser.

“Calendar year 20XX?” Dili closed her own mouth. He was very surprised to see a calendar showing 2 years before the day of his death.

“This is impossible ...” Dili couldn't believe it if she seemed to have woken up two years ago. Returning to the past only exists in fictional stories that he often reads, it is impossible for him to experience it himself.

All the memories of his family life and marriage are still clearly remembered. Where she finally gets a beautiful and kind stepmother named Wika. Also a handsome man named Adli who became her husband. The two men treated him so well that he and his father died at their hands.

He looked at the reflection of his reflection in the mirror. The dead cannot have a mirror. He also pinched his own hand. It hurts like he wasn't dreaming. His face was the same as when he was alive.

Dili picked up the glasses lying on her desk. He rushed out of the room. All the same, the place is indeed the home of his father. Even the servants who used to work there seemed to be busy improving in the morning.

“Oh, are you awake?” greet Indra with a smile.

Dili felt overwhelmed. He could still see his father who had died in his previous life.

“Dad ...”

Dili ran to meet her father who was standing holding a book in the middle room. He hugged her tightly as if vanishing a deep longing. Without realizing it her tears came. He cried so much that he could still see his father alive.

“Dili, you why?” Indra looked confused by her daughter's strange attitude. “Why are you crying? Is there something evil about you?” tanyanya's worried.

Dili looked at her father's face. He shook his head. “No, Dad. I just feel happy and grateful to still have a father,”.

“You're all there is. Every day Dad is at home but you never say anything like this,” Indra said.

Dili hugged her father. “Then, from now on I will be grateful every day to have a great father like Indra lesmana.”

Indra just smiled at her daughter's words. "Here you go, let's have breakfast! I'm so hungry!" bring him.

The dining table was filled with delicious dishes. Dili really misses the cuisine of the waiter at his home. Everything there provided the warmth of a family he was always grateful for.

"Let me!" dili quickly took the rice from her father's hand. He took the initiative to bring food to his father.

"What's wrong with you today? Why did it suddenly become so attentive to Dad?" ask Indra astonished.

Dili happily took rice and side dishes that became his father's favorite. Such a trivial thing in his previous life became a great regret for him. Until his father died, he only became a useless daughter and burdened his father.

"I want you to remember that having a daughter like me who is willing to take care of you until you get old. You don't have to think about getting married again for someone to take care of."

Indra surprised. "Hahaha ..." he laughed because he felt his daughter's answer was very funny.

Dili also wanted to believe that remark. However, the future he once spent gives an idea that he will have a stepmother who is young and beautiful. He would not let the marriage happen.

"Man's words can't be held, Dad. I'm afraid I'll change my mind" said Dili.

"Oh, to your own father you remain suspicious." Indra shook his head.

"I don't want a stepmother!" dili's Strict.

Once again Indra laughed. He never intended to marry again after his wife died. The focus now is only for Dili and the company.

As a single parent, he will make sure his daughter gets the right life companion and can make his daughter live a happy life. He never thought at all of his own pleasure to have a wife again.

"Dad promised never to marry again. You don't have to worry."

Dili smiled at her father's reply. The taste of the food in his mouth suddenly became even more delicious.

"Oh, yes. What about Dad's company? Is it still okay?" ask Dili.

Indra was astonished again. His daughter almost never wanted to know about the company. "Of course the company of the father is in very good condition. Why why anyway? Are you getting interested in the company?"

"Yes," replied Dili firmly.

Indra still could not believe if her daughter could express her wishes directly. After the death of her mother, Dili grew up to be a very secretive person. Even Indra did not know what her own daughter liked and disliked.

"Let me intern at Dad's company next semester" Dili pinta.

"That's not a hard thing."

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" ask Dili while continuing to eat. The father's gaze made him a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm just wondering. At first I guessed you wouldn't want to work for Dad's company. You're the most anti-positioned person to use your father's position for your benefit."

"Birth into a daughter Father is also a privilege that should be grateful," said Dili casually.

His former life gave him a lot of regret over his steps. After dying once, he was no longer afraid of anything. He will do everything he can to save himself and his father from a bleak future.

"Dad was also happy to hear your words. I feel like I'm considered a father." Indra felt happiness. He worked hard for Dili. Every time I hear rejection. His own daughter to continue the company, his heart ached a little. Because Dili is the only princess.

"Dad, I'm done eating. I'm gonna take a shower and go to college!" said Dili. He almost forgot that this year he is still a final-level student.

"Go take a shower and get ready. Father himself will take you to college."

"Ready, Dad!" Dili rolled one eye with excitement.