Destiny Love Kinara
Amanda, The Disturber

With trembling hands and eyes still slightly wet Kinara pushed the back door. Kitchen doors that are directly connected to the garden area. Kinara House is designed so that the back is wider and has space to grow crops. Right now on Kinara's left hand was already a towel, while his right hand held a glass of sweet iced tea.

As soon as the door opened, a stretch of garden was seen before his eyes. While in the middle of the garden, Dika was squatting. I don't know what he's doing. Kinara left the door wide open.

“Ehem ...” Kinara cleared his throat while placing sweet iced tea in a specially prepared saung to enjoy food and drinks when finished gardening. Kinara's father's favorite place when he was alive. He often spends time in the saung while enjoying the atmosphere of his garden.

“Oh, Kinara.” Dika's awake. “Look, I can grow tomatoes. This lifetime is my first time dirty.” Dika screamed and laughed wide until his row of white teeth were seen.

How did you get through your childhood? Just because it succeeds in growing tomatoes should it be that happy? Amanda and I even stole mangoes in a neighboring garden, Inner Kinara.

“What are you doing here?” Walk closer. “You can't come here, here dirty.”

Before marrying you, I was the one who took care of the garden, Inner Kinara.

“I'm delivering drinking water and towels for you.” Kinara glanced at Dika's dirty body. Both of his hands were filled with earth. “Clean his hands first. I-it's there.” Kinara pointed at the jug that had been filled with water and given a hole.

“What is a hand wash?” Dika gawking.

Kinara nodded.

“When I first went into the garden I thought the jug was for a drink. Hahaha .. turns out this is for hand washing, fortunately I have not yet drunk. Though it was thirsty once.” Walk towards the jug and immediately wash his hands. “What is this traditional sink? Ah ... life here is really fun.” Dika kept laughing.

Kinara who had been silent had finally smiled when she saw Dika's ridiculous behavior. Just this time Kinara saw Dika laughing so loosely, as if there was no burden on his shoulders.

How did you get through your days? Hows it? I also never knew what she liked, how she was doing. I ... It seems like I don't know much about you either, Dika, Inner Kinara.

“Hey, kok even daydream.” Dika was already standing in front of Kinara, breaking Kinara's daydream.

Kinara looked up his head. Because Dika is very high, even when he wants to see Dika's face he must look up the head. “Ah, here's the towel.” Towel thrust.

“Thank you.” Dika smiled as she grabbed the towel. Accidentally, both hands touched. “Sorry, Kinara. I didn't mean to take a chance in narrowness,” Dika said as she pulled her hand.

Kinara simply nodded and bit her lower lip. Deg .. deg! Suddenly his chest was pounding. It was as if there was an electric shock running through his entire body. Whatisthis? Why is my heart beating like this? Nah! This is impossible! I can't possibly fall in love with her.

“Hey, why do you daydream so often?” Dika was already sitting in the saung, he patted the empty space beside him. “From, sit.”

Kinara said, not much to say. He sat beside Dika, but there was a distance between the two.

“What is this sweet iced tea made?”

“Iya.”

“I drink, well.” Dika grabbed the glass and sipped quickly.

“Slow down, you can choke.”

“I'm so thirsty, Kinara.” He went back to sipping the sweet iced tea.

“I should have brought you a drink since then, you've got this thirsty, sorry.” Kinara bowed his head.

“Hahaha .. no problem, if you don't come I can drink water in the jug.”

Kinara watched Dika's face carefully, a faint smile expanding on her face. “That, on your face,” said Kinara disconnected.

“Wajahnku? What's wrong with my face?” Dika immediately put an empty glass and felt the entire surface of his face.

“Your face is dirty, there is a former soil that has dried up. What when gardening did you touch your face?”

“I not only touched my face, but had time to fall and dirty the whole shirt.”

Kinara glanced at the T-shirt Dika was wearing. It is dirty, there is a dry soil on the surface of the t-shirt.

“Which side? Try showing.” Dika closed his eyes and brought the face closer to Kinara. Spontaneous Kinara mud, looking for distance. Almost their faces met. Kinara's heart was racing again.

“Which one? Let's show.” asked Dika still with his eyes closed.

Kinara swallowed her saliva. Just this time Kinara looked at Dika's face up close, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, slightly messy hair, and, and her smiling lips waiting for Kinara to show the traces of soil on her face managed to make Kinara misbehave.

Kinara smiled faintly. He grabbed the towel lying beside him. “Don't open your eyes!” Kinara brought her hand closer to Dika's cheek. Gently rub there. Suddenly Dika opened her eyes and both of their beads clashed against each other. There was a surge of love in Dika's black bead, a fiery feeling that only Kinara could see.

“Wait a minute.” He got up from his seat and walked towards the garden. Move to and fro, I don't know what Dika's looking for. A split second Dika had returned, this time his face was filled with the ground that was still wet.

“My face dirty. You have to clean it.” Dika was already sitting in front of Kinara. The distance of the two was quite close.

Kinara opened her mouth in disbelief at Dika's behavior. “A-what anyway. You just clean it yourself.” Kinara thrusting the towel.

“I ‘kan can not see which side is dirty.”

“Cih.” Kinara pursed her lips, but eventually relented as well. He grabbed the towel and brought it closer to Dika's face. “Can't you close your eyes?”

“Why? What when I close my eyes my face looks more handsome?” Dika smiled. “Or do you want to enjoy the good looks of my face without being distracted?”

Why is he so confident? Who said he was handsome? inner Kinara.

“Until when should I wait? Quickly clean.”

“Iya, yes.” Kinara lowered her head. His hand moved sweeping across the surface of Dika's face.

You love me, Kinara. I know that, you just don't want to admit it. No problem, I will make you fall into my arms, every day I will hear you say the word love to me, Dika inner.

“Why would my face be clean if you lowered your head like that? The one is getting dirty.”

I can't see your face, you're too handsome. Haiss, what am I talking about! Kinara was entrenched, cursing himself.

“Le-my neck hurts. I prefer to duck,” said Kinara origin. What kind of reason is that?

Dika smiled. He grabbed Kinara's wrist until Kinara looked up at her in surprise.

“See, my face is getting dirty”

Kinara chuckled, right what Dika said. His face was getting dirty because of Kinara.

“Hey, you're laughing. Now clean my face.” Dika brought his face closer.

“Ja-don't approach. Shut up on the spot, I-I'll clean it up.”

It's okay, Kinara. You lived with him for five months. Do not be tempted, all this time you can survive, inner Kinara encourages himself.

When Kinara cleansed Dika's face. As the distance between the two gets closer. When it was also several times Dika lowered his eyes, even he swallowed saliva when he saw the beauty of Kinara plastered clearly in front of his eyes.

Damn, if this keeps on I can lose control, Dika's inner.

“Su-finish. I'm the only one cleaning,” said Dika.

“Wait, it's a little more done.”

Finally they came back together. The heart beat of the two raced quickly, Dika lowered Kinara's hand and brought her face closer. Kinara is hypnotized. He was silent, unable to move. Now the distance of their faces was getting closer. Suddenly from the door came someone shouting.

“Kak, I made sing ... kong fried.” Amanda gawked at the sight before her eyes. “Hahaha ..” Amanda was blown away, her steps back and forth were unclear. "I should know your purpose for telling me to be a bully between the two of them" he grumbled.

Semantara Dika and Kinara misbehaved, caught off guard is not tasty. Dika's head hit the end of the saung in surprise, he moved quickly away from Kinara.

Seriate...

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Duh, Manda. Haha ...

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