Destiny Love Kinara
The Pilgrims Have Ridden for Hajj

Kinara continued to water some flowers that had not been watered because Ken was coming. Currently watering plants is a routine activity since Kinara came out of the minimarket and college leave. Ken's envelope has not been opened, just placed on the table. Just lying like it's not something valuable.

“Mistress,” exclaims aunt Ane from door mouth. “Already scheduled.” Aunt Ane put a glass of pregnant mother's milk on the table. Kinara's eating and drinking schedule is never missed.

“At breakfast, Darling.” Kinara immediately turned off the water tap and felt her stomach. Gently brush there. “Thank you, Bi.” Drinking milk made by aunt Ane. Kinara glanced at the plate of yellow rice that had been neatly arranged beside the milk glass. Suddenly his stomach was nauseous and the desire to touch the yellow rice just disappeared.

“Why, Nyah?” asked Aunt Ane who saw Kinara's expression.

“Why yellow rice, Bi?”

Aunty Ane scratched her head and said, “Night Madam who said, this morning Madam wants breakfast yellow rice.”

Kinara recalled about last night's incident. It seems true that he was the one who asked Aunt Ane to prepare the yellow rice.

“Duh, yes .. I forgot.” Hitting his forehead. “How's dong, Bi? I feel sick to see yellow rice.” Kinara felt guilty. He asked, but he also suddenly changed his mind. But how else. Let alone to eat, just look at it has made Kinara's stomach nauseous.

“It's okay, Nyah. Then this morning you want breakfast what?”

Kinara. Thinking of what she actually wanted to eat as the opening menu in the morning today. He stroked his stomach, while imagining some foods that might be appetizing. “I suddenly want to eat chicken porridge at the bottling situ, Bi.” Kinara exhaled while complaining because there was nothing to ask for help.

Pak budi is still injured, his hand was injured quite badly because of the glass table when fighting Roy's men. It is impossible for Kinara to ask Budi to drive a car in the middle of such conditions. Aunt Ane also suffered some injuries. It was obvious if it was impossible for him to ask the two people to buy some porridge.

Aunt Ane was already sitting next to Kinara. The two were indeed very close, more than the relationship of the Madam and the maid. Aunt Ane then put a cellphone that has been lit next to an ornamental flower vase. So Kinara didn't know that Aunt Ane was contacting someone.

🍃In car🍃

Ken's phone rang, as he was busy driving his car through the crowded city streets. “Abibi Ane,” muttered with slightly knitted eyebrows.

“Who, Ken?” ask Dika who is sitting in the back seat.

“Abi Ane, Mr.”

“Give me!” edict Dika. Ken offered the phone that Dika immediately reached. “Slow down the speed of the car,” he added.

“Good, Sir. That, after connecting please Sir do not sound a little.”

Dika's forehead was wrinkled at Ken's request. Why why anyway? As soon as Ken spelled out a frown on his Master's forehead.

“This is Aunt Ane's way of telling us about Madam's state. If the Master makes a sound then everything will be discovered.”

Of course Aunt Ane's efforts will be in vain, already follow what I said, inner Ken.

Ane's aunt secretly reported Kinara's condition to Ken.

Dika understands. The view refocuses on the illuminated phone screen. I immediately shifted the green button. And it is true, once the phone call is connected there is no greeting ‘hallo’ and its country. Directly heard the conversation of aunt Ane and Kinara which was clearly strange.

🍃At home Kinara🍃

Kinara who did not know if her conversation with Ane's aunt was stolen was heard by Dika, casually she complained.

“Duh, I really want to eat chicken porridge there, Bi.”

“Oh, Madam wants to eat chicken porridge at the crossroad of that market, well?” Aunt Ane stiffened the volume of her voice. Kinara stared in surprise, they were currently sitting next to each other. Why is Aunt Ane yelling like that? thought.

“Iya, Bi. Aunty ‘kan already know the address of my subscription chicken porridge seller, why clarify it?”

Aunt Ane chuckled. “It ... Aunty just reminded me, Madam.”

“What I ordered online only well, Bi.” Take the phone out of his negligee bag. “But doctor Amel always warned me not to carelessly order food.” She doubted.

Moreover, the porridge merchant did not peddle his wares on social media, obviously it was difficult for Kinara to order food that did not cooperate with the online application. The chicken porridge is safe, the stomach never reacts when eating the porridge.

“Iya, yeah. Too bad.” Aunt Ane clucked a little. She hoped the person behind her phone call could feel how disappointed Kinara would be if she couldn't eat the chicken porridge.

“Already, Bi, get me the fruit only.” Kinara chose to hold back her will, how else. Looks like he can buy another time.

🍃In car🍃

“Ken, do you know the place where the chicken porridge seller Auntie Ane is referring to?” ask Dika after her phone connection is cut off.

“Know, Sir. That is the place of subscription Mrs.”

“Take me there.” A line of smiles appeared etched on Dika's flat face. This was his chance to give Kinara some attention.

“But, Mr...” Ken is confused to comply with Dika's request or not. He is being pursued, soon there will be important meetings with other companies to discuss cooperation contracts. “The place is very crowded, Sir. The queue may be quite long, while now ...." Ken raised his left wrist to see what time it was.

There's only 15 minutes left before the meeting starts, otherwise even 10 minutes of turning should they get to the company, Ken thought.

“Office call, Ken! Ask them to postpone the meeting! If the company refuses, just cancel the cooperation contract.” There was an emphasis from the sound that Dika issued.

Canceling the contract of cooperation means being ready to lose money, because Mahendra's company has to compensate for the unilateral termination. However, it seems that at this time money is no longer a valuable thing in Dika's life.

“Sound no?!” it was Ken who was surprised.

Ken couldn't possibly argue with his master. That's the final decision.

“Good, Mr.”

Ken immediately turned the bow and drove his car towards the traditional market. Moments, after Ken managed to overtake left and right, they arrived at their destination.

🍃Place seller porridge🍃

“This is the place, Mr.”

The car had stopped in front of the market, there was a crowd of people in line, crowding a porridge cart with chairs and tables. Vaguely Dika read the writing on the wagon, writing it as Ane's aunt said ‘The Porridge Has Ride Haji’ As soon as her smile expands. Thankfully, the porridge seller was already on Hajj. Her thought.

Seriate....

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