Destiny Love Kinara
Bitter Memories

🍃 Bitter memories are hard to forget. A person who only sees and hears can forgive, but not with the person who experiences the memories themselves 🍃 (Emak Boss)

Ken just came out of the room after a full day of wrestling with the sheer amount of work. There were many things he had to take care of, regarding the company as well as the completeness of their files and departure schedules to Germany. Because the room in place directly facing the living room, once the door is open then the row of tables and chairs can be seen immediately.

At the end of the chair, right in the corner Amanda was stomping her legs. His head shook to the left and right, occasionally looking down. Ken raised the corner of his eyebrow when he saw Amanda's strange behavior.

“What else is with that boy?” he muttered as he walked closer to Amanda. During a few meetings with Amanda, this was the first time the girl loved her carelessly like a child.

“Ehem, are you sick, Amanda?”

Amanda gasped when she heard Ken's voice. He immediately looked up his head and found Ken standing and smiling broadly not far from where he was sitting.

“Ah, I'm fine, Mas. I'm just being embarrassed.” Amanda covered her face with her palm, rubbing it rough there.

“Then why?” Ken was already sitting in front of Amanda in a different chair.

“My eyes have been tarnished,” Amanda said followed by a sad smile.

“Term-stained?” Ken looked at Amanda's face, there was nothing wrong with her eyes. Everything's fine.

“Begini loh, Mas, earlier Mother told me to deliver fried cassava to the back garden of the house,” said Amanda interrupted.

Instantly Ken directly touched his stomach as soon as he heard the word ‘singkong fried’. The hunger began to come.

“Then the problem is where?”

“In the garden there is Mas Dika same Kak Kinara.”

“Iya, then?” Why is your story a piece-potog so?

“Well, as I enter they are being .. they are.” Amanda squeezed the end of her veil.

Ken's forehead wrinkled. “What are they doing?” Can't they be ahem ahem in the garden? It was clearly disrespectful, like nowhere else.

“They are ...” Amanda hung up her words.

“What is Amanada? Aih, why do you make me curious.”

Amanda looked over and looked at Ken.

What, why? Why look at your eyes like that? You're the one telling the story, and I'm just asking, Inner Ken.

Should I say that Mas Dika and Kak Kinara almost kissed? Ken is also a man. No, no, if he learns from my story how? It's the same as me plunging a plain man like him, Amanda's inner self.

“I don't know!" Amanda stood up from the chair while pursing her lips. “Task directly on Mas Dika or Kak Kinara.” Passing away while being impassive, I am also embarrassed if I have to tell you about ahem ahem so.

“T-tu-wait, Manda. Ah, it's over. I shouldn't have forced him to answer, but he started the story himself.” Ken massaged his temple. “Whatever adult Amanda she remains a 16 year old girl. Well, maybe this is one of his children's attitudes.” What exactly did those two people do? Ken is upset.

***

Dika was staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror. A wide smile adorned his face, occasionally hitting the closet slowly, his feet swaying on the floor, biting his thumb nails. The strange behavior made Ken shake his head. Hardly believing, a Young Master who was in Ken's glasses was perfectly capable of such a feat.

What's this guy really doing, anyway? “Tu-Young Master, did something happen to you?” ask Ken.

Dika turned his head with a smile he nodded his head.

Can you stop smiling like that, sir? Justjust please. “So exactly what happened to you and Madam?” ask Ken again.

“You.” Dika approached Ken who was sitting on the bed. “Where did you know something happened between us? Did Kinara tell you that? Ah, it should be a secret of both of us.”

Secret your head, Amanda even saw it. “Amanda said her eyes had been stained when she saw you two. What have the Ladies and Gentlemen done?”

“Oh, it's not like you imagined.” When he smiled, his eyes spun. I don't know what he's imagining.

“Then?”

“Me and Kinara almost ...,” this time Dika who acts like Amanda. To the door of the closet.

“Have it if you don't want to tell a story.” Ken is upset, he gets out of bed and prepares to get out.

“You're not curious?” ask Dika.

“No. I was wondering why Amanda looked angry at me,” Ken muttered, “Master just enjoy the happy feeling, don't care about me.”

Ken's out to grab a drink, looks like Ken's brain is a little hot looking at Amanda and Dika's behavior.

***

Ken's heating the car. Amanda came out of the house waving her hands. Ken was amazed when he saw Amanda wearing a pink robe and instant veil that had a matching color, it seemed like a set.

“Mas ken, don't have to use car.”

“Eh, how?”

Amanda was standing in front of Ken. “You to night market ‘kan?”

Ken nodded.

“We walk only.”

“Street?”

“Yes, not too far away anyway, if you use a car it looks like it will be difficult to find a parking space. Wong if Manda and Kak Kinar ride the motor just hard out of the parking lot, because it's stacked with the motor of other visitors.”

Ken's fantasy has traveled far. It's a night market, right? It should be a night market like he often sees on the streets, is it that dense?

“This is the night market that kayaks in those streets right?”

Amanda shakes. “Not, it's bigger. This only happens once a year, Mas.”

“One year once?” Ken scratched his head.

“Iya, well anyway crowded lah.”

Ken, don't ask any more questions, otherwise he'll come back to stomp his feet and turn his lips back and leave, Ken's mind.

“Good.” Ken the mangosteen then turned off the car engine.

“Where are Kak Kinar and Mas Dika?” ask Amanda.

The new situation came out from inside the house, when the person who had been outside. I pinched too, Ken's mind is anxious.

“Maybe still inside.”

Not long after Kinara out of the house followed by Dika who tailed from behind. Mirna is seen standing at the door, warning her children not to go home too late. A mother's special attention.

That night the streets were very crowded, some small children were chasing each other. They were even still wearing cocoa shirts and sarongs. Not to forget the peci that stick to the head, in their hands each carry Juz ‘Amma. I just came home to teach.

The village road was flanked by houses. Some young men were playing guitar in a roadside saung. When passing through the field their ears are immediately greeted with the sound of crickets. However, when passing the sound of the cricket was defeated by the sound of frogs slaing in the ocean.

Some neighbors greeted Kinara, just to ask her about her pregnancy. Not infrequently from the mothers he met praised the good looks of Dika, while asking the gender of his child. When Kinara mentioned the gender of her prospective child was the male the mothers shouted.

“Aduh surely later fitting brojol his son handsome like his father.”

“Aduh, her husband is very handsome, Nak Kinar. Where is this nemu? Find a mother ghost who I think dong.”

“Later if the child has been born we besananan, well.”

“Have a handsome husband should be careful, Kid Kinar. Nowadays actors are more slippery than eels.”

“If the performance of this model mah in a full day home will also not be bored, handsome so.”

Kinara simply smiled in response to the words of her house neighbor. Praise for her husband's good looks came in streaks. Though currently Dika only wear long-sleeved T-shirts and long color that had bought Mirna in the traditional market this morning.

“Didn't you also feel like I was handsome, Kinara?” Suddenly Dika stood in front of Kinara, blocking her steps.

Kinara laughed a little. “You remember no, the first time I came to your mansion?”

Dika nodded.

“The first time you came down the stairs, I was blown away until my heart was pounding." Kinara smiled, the split second the smile disappeared changed with a sad look. “But after that you ...” Kinara smiled bitterly. He chose to be quiet and not continue his sentence. The words Manda and Mirna are of no use remembering the past. That's because they just hear and don't feel.

*S*then I slapped you. Dika lowered his head, shifted his body and the two walked back. Go together, without a word. Shut each other up, shut each other up.

Seriate....

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