Destiny Love Kinara
Night Market (Part 3)

Meanwhile at Kinara and Dika's place.

“This much is only 400 thousand?” Dika was stunned while carrying some grocery bags. “What they have no loss?”

“Of course not, if their loss will not sell. In the night market, the price is cheap, but that does not mean cheap. Expensive or not clothes are not seen from the price or brand ‘kan? As long as we are comfortable wearing it, I think the clothes will still look expensive on our bodies.”

“You were right, but ...” When he looked back at his grocery bag, he still could not believe just by voicing money as much as 400 thousand only Dika could already buy two negligee, color pants, and some jerseys. “Yang was right,” he said again. This time followed by a head.

“Enak ‘kan life in the village? The atmosphere is also quieter, moreover the price of basic food and others is cheaper.”

“Iya, if only I could live in the village.” There was a long cry from Dika's mouth. “But unfortunately my company can not move.” Still busy looking inside the grocery bag.

Kinara laughed at Dika's reasoning. Giant companies so where can move.

“Eh, would you like to eat grilled meatballs?” asked Kinara as the smoke of the burning meatballs gushed into her nostrils.

“Ba-bakso burn?”

Kinara nodded.

“Which meatballs are burned?” Dika's forehead wrinkled.

Don't know him yet, “You want to not?”

“By.”

“Ayo.” Kinara reflex pulls Dika's arm. “Sorry, I ..” Straight off his hand.

Dika smiled. “Ayo.” Now it was Dika's turn to hold Kinara's hand. “Other times you don't need to apologize when holding my body part.”

“Ke-why?”

Wh why? You ask why? Stupidhead! “Of course because my body is from head to toe is yours, you may hold, hit, or perhaps rem*s if ..”

Bugs ...!

A punch landed on Dika's arm. “Do not talk digress!”

“I ‘kan is yours, Kinara, but you are not mine. If only we could have each other. Wouldn't the world look more fun?” Dika rem*s fingers Kinara.

“Do not do that.” Hand lifting. “We ‘kan not husband and wife anymore.” Pass away.

Dika chase. “Kinara, let's refer to.” It was already standing in front of Kinara and blocking his way. “Do you not want to see my handsome face every morning? Every time you open your eyes?”

Kinara took one step forward and placed a palm on Dika's forehead. “Hmmm ... It looks like you're sick.” Rotating body. Dika directly pulled Kinara's wrist until Kinara returned to face him.

“I'm serious. Let's go refer to it. Let us look at each other every time we open and close our eyes. Let my body can hug you, hide your little body here.” Hit her chest.

“Dika .. I ...” Nibbling his lower lip. “Can we not talk about this? can we just have a night out tonight?”

Dika smiled bitterly. “Alright, but now try to look me in the eye and listen carefully to what I'm going to say.” Kinara said, she looked into Dika's eyes. The two black beads clashed against each other, as if wanting to find an answer from the look in each eye.

“A-what?” Kinara's voice began to weaken, but his heart beat accelerated.

“You did not accept my referral request, but also did not refuse. I think you just need time to answer. All right, I'll give you as much time as you want, 'cause whenever you come back to me. I'll open both my hands wide.” Putting a hand on Kinra's head. “Remember that Kinara.”

Deg ...! Kinara's heartbeats were like the drums of war clashing against each other, uncontrollable.

“Let's eat grilled meatballs.” Smilingly. Kinara just nodded her head.

The grilled meatballs.

“Bang meatballs burn ten thousand, well.” Giving money.

Dika gawked at the words of her meat seller. The appearance is quite slang, it seems like the meatball seller is only 25 years old.

“Other times, I'll buy it. I paid for it. Here sit.” Clap the chair next to him.

“What's the reason?” Already sitting. “Tadi also at the seller of clothes I bought.”

“Her shirt seller ‘kan moms, is old again.”

Kinara seemed to be thinking hard. Then what does this have to do with the seller of grilled meatballs?

“Just don't talk to sellers who are male, I just order.” Dika immediately explained, as if he knew what Kinara had in mind.

Is this the Young Master's jealous mode? Strong-handed? Doesn't that sound too possessive? Since when did he change this way? inner Kinara.

“Even if the seller is old?”

“It's old too if the gender is male. Can't do. Point.”

“Wait, since when did you become this possessive? Five months ago you weren't like this. You don't care I'm friends with men.”

“Forget about five months ago, he wasn't me, he was just a stupid man whose life is now filled with regrets. Now the real me is sitting in front of you, so you must obey.”

Kinara looked to roll her eyes. What was his attitude like this towards Carissa as well?

“Do not think a no-no. I've never behaved like this with any woman. Including Carissa, I never even seduced her. You can ask him directly if you don't believe.”

Well, he really knows my brain. “Yeah, I trust.”

“Baxon, Neng!” The meatballs seller thrust five meatballs at Kinara. Dika immediately took it with a sharp gaze. “Give me.”

The seller was just mesam-mesem to see Dika's behavior. Wong I also already have a baby, really, her inner.

“You make me ashamed.” Kinara whispered right in Dika's ear.

“Why? The meat seller is looking for opportunities, the lyrics were so.”

Kinara and the grilled meatballer just shook their heads together.

Five skewers of grilled meatballs were not enough for Dika. He had already finished 0 stitches, even wrapping 20 stitches to take home. There were many foods that were never touched by the Young Master's tongue, every time he tried a new food that he thought was delicious. Dika's facial expression looks very adorable. Then he will ask to add until the curiosity is gone.

“Are you full?” ask Kinara. The two had already walked to the rendezvous with Ken and Amanda. It's time to go home.

“That's once.” Turn his stomach with his palm. “After this I have to exercise the night. Otherwise my torn bread will turn into pillow bread.”

“Ke-why did you say such a thing in front of me?” Kinara recalled a few hours ago, when she saw Dika's torn bread. His cheeks are blushing.

“Come on, have you seen my torn bread ‘kan? why be so timid? you've even seen me that ...”

Dika had not had time to continue his sentence, Kinara had jingjit and smothered Dika's mouth. “Do not talk strangely.” Passed away because of shame.

You're shy but you want to, Dad? Just watch out if you fall into my arms again. Every day I'll show you my torn bread. “Wait for me.” Chasing Kinara.

Seriate....

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