Destiny Love Kinara
Suffering of Village Girls (part 3)

Long enough Kinar cried, after encouraging himself Kinar was determined to hold on for the sake of his mother and sister. He glimpsed a round clock with a background of red roses hanging neatly on the wall of his room. The hour hand showed at four o'clock in the morning, it was too early for him to be ready for campus. Today is his first day studying in a new place, whether Kinar will like the campus or vice versa.

But his eyes also did not want to be closed again, finally Kinar chose to rise from the bed. Sweep the rest of the tears that soaked his cheeks and walked over.

Kinar picked up the bag hanging on the right side next to his study table. Kinar included several textbooks, wallets and resident identification cards. Observedly, nothing has changed except for her status which is already married . There was no spirit in the slightest, had this been his home perhaps Kinar would have preferred to curl up, fold his body on the bed and return his eyes closed.

Kinar stepped towards the bathroom, taking off all his clothes. Arriving in the bathroom, Kinar's eyes widened, his mouth gaping. How not, in a building so luxurious Kinar can find a bathroom like this. Kinar only found a black bucket, very similar to the bucket that is often used by Kinar to wash clothes in his old house, the bucket was filled with water until half a part, he said, there was a green dipper floating on the surface of the water.

"Hahaha is really ironic, was I back in colonial times. What's the difference try?" Kinar grumbling.

Haaaah.. Kinar sighed, heavy. I don't know how many times Kinar sighed, which must not have been counted on his ten fingers. Miris indeed, this scene is inversely proportional to Dika's private bathroom. Maybe like heaven and earth.

The bathroom is very small, as is the size of a public toilet. There were only buckets, dikes and taps that made a gurgling sound when turned on. Ah, and a hanger neatly glued to the wall. The hanger that Kinar usually uses to hang a towel when cleaning the body in his house. Regular clothes hangers, which are often found in the night market where Kinar often spends money.

Kinar. “Hahaha I was surprised, there could be a building like this in a mansion that is so luxurious. Am I in a fairy tale about onions and garlic?” The chintel continues to grumble while turning on the water tap. “If it were, I would rather be his stepmother alone, I would poison him to death.” Kinar grabbed the green dipper and took a sack of water and then doused it over his head.

Haachyllii.. Kinar shivered until his sneezing sound sounded so loud. “Aih, is this the water that just came out of the refrigerator? It's cold.” Kinar was really upset, he was unceasingly grumbling.

“Not playing, in his luxurious bathroom there is even a water temperature regulator. While at my place, boro-boro. There is only cold water that penetrates the bones.” The chinar again grumbled.

Haaachii.he sneezed back. “Can freeze to death me.” Kinar sped up his hand movements, doing repetitive motions of taking water and then splashing it all over his body.

Beeerr... Kinar shivered, he again laughed on the sidelines of the cold that whackled his body. “I'm like just out of the Freezer, huuachiii..” I don't know how many times Kinar sneezed. He rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger, making the tip of his nose redden.

Kinar walked up to the wardrobe, opened it and stared blankly at the closet. There were expensive dresses hanging neatly, some on the pile. Kinar tried to choose one of the dresses that he thought was more humane to wear to campus.

“I want to go to campus, not to Fashion Show.”

Kinar long enough flipped through the neatly hanging dress, but nothing suited his taste. He resigned in front of an open closet, closed his eyes and randomly chose one of the dresses.

After holding one of her chosen dresses randomly, Kinar opened one of her eyes. A bright red dress with no sleeves that only had a piece of connecting rope on her shoulder. Both of his eyes were open, perfectly rounded. “Yes God, this is not a dress. A piece of this rope could have been broken, what is the taste of the man like this?” Kinar was caught off guard, he threw the pink dress on the bed. A piece of paper came out. “What is it?” Kinar drew closer to the bed and carried his body sitting on the edge. Kinar held the paper, saw the number 1 followed by a zero behind him. One, two, three, Kinar began to calculate how many zeros there were, and his eyes immediately rounded again. “Jeez, the price of this dress is ten million. Is that true? In the night market the price of the most expensive clothes is about three hundred to four hundred thousand, even if it has not been bid, if it is bid it may be cheaper again.”

Kinar shook his head in disbelief. “The price of a dress alone can even buy one motor matic. Well, even used motor.” Kinar threw the dress back, covering his face with both palms. Rotating the brain to solve the problem of the clothes he had to wear to campus.

“The price is very expensive, the dress is like a lack of materials, not to mention the color is red. If I was in the bullfighting arena maybe I could die from being the target of the attack.”

Suddenly a crazy idea appeared in his brain. A sly grin was seen on his face. He immediately removed the price tag still hanging on the dress. Immediately put on it, combing the hair and pigtail it with a model ponytail.

Kinar swept his face with a sow powder and applied a thin nude-colored liptint to his lips. Grabbing the bag that expands perfectly like there is a balloon in it, whether any object that Kinar carries in the bag. Kinar sneered when he saw the row of hight heels that might have the same expensive price as the dress that Kinar was currently wearing. “Who would bother with those heels.” Kinar opened his suitcase and took out his favorite sneakers, shoes that were always comfortable to use for walking even to run.

Kriiett....

Once Kinar slowly opened the room door, he let out his head while his body was still in the interior of the room. Looking left and right, his body suddenly tiptoed when he heard one of the servants greeting him. “Good morning Mistress. I'm Aunt Ane, Madam's personal servant. If Madam needs something, Madam can call me.” The waiter who called herself Ane's aunt bowed and greeted Kinar politely, accompanied by a smile that fluffed at the corner of her lips.

“Ah, good morning also aunt Ane. Is there any activity this early?” Kinar asked a stupid question. Aunt Ane just smiled and scratched her head.

A man whom Kinar knew approached

“Good morning Mistress?” Ken smiled politely.

“Ah, early morning also Ken. I happen to be looking for you.” Kinar was happy to see Ken this early, at least Ken was the only person whom Kinar could talk to.

Ken smiled again, he shook his hand at Aunt Ane gesturing for her to step away. Aunt Ane just nodded politely and passed away.

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