Destiny Love Kinara
Fucking zipper!

That morning the rain still did not subside, after a fairly dramatic hug drama that occurred in an unusual place, namely the cemetery. Ah, it's amazing. They decided to go back to Mirna's house. Delaying the return to the city.

Tin tin ....

Ken honked the car horn excitedly. In the middle of the heavy rain, Dika immediately got out of the car before Ken even had to open the car door. “It's okay, Ken. Me, she's my wife.” As soon as the sentence that was said was followed by a big smile.

“Please exit My Wife.” Opening the car door while bowing half. It was as if Kinara was a king's daughter who was being honored.

Kinara could only smile with her two red cheeks together. “You shouldn't have to do it.”

“It's my duty to protect my wife from rain.” Hands out.

Kinara received Dika's helping hand, then lowered her leg slowly. Ken was already standing beside Dika to immediately paddle Kinara. However, Dika suddenly crouched down.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Kinara pulled her foot back into the car.

“I think the ground is slippery, I'm afraid you're falling. Right ‘kan Ken is slippery?” Dika raised his head while raising one eyebrow.

This is not land, Young Master. This is asphalt, since when is asphalt slippery? “Of course, auuuh, the ground is really slippery.” Ken answered while rubbing his feet into the asphalt as if the asphalt was slippery, then rubbed his face wet from rainwater. The umbrella he held was specially to protect Dika and Kinara.

“You heard what Ken said? The ground is slippery.” Dika mangosteen justifies his own opinion.

“This is not land, My husband. But asphalt .. can not be slippery.” Kinara to emphasize the word ‘Suami’ so that Dika understand.

“Stay, I'm afraid my wife is falling.”

“La-then? What do you want to do?”

“Come here, get close to me. Come on, I'm tired of squatting like this.” Dika waved his hand.

Kan no one asked you to crouch down as well, Inner Kinara.

Slowly Kinara approached Dika. What exactly do you want to do, anyway?

As soon as Kinara's body was already within his arms. Dika directly slipped his hands on Kinara's legs and shoulders. “Let me carry all the way to the house.”

“Wait .. I can walk by myself.”

“Sttt ...” Dika shook his head. “Slip path.” For some time Dika confirmed his own fantasies about slippery roads.

I told you this isn't slippery, Inner Kinara.

Ken only smiled while standing behind to watch Dika who was carrying Kinara.

Mirna and Amanda excited themselves to see the intimacy of Kinara and Dika. They held both thumbs up on Dika. Kinara who held back the embarrassment could only immerse her face inside the chest of her husband's field. I'm ashamed to be half dead, God, why is my husband so stubborn?

Mirna was already standing at the door while preparing a dry towel, while Amanda had placed three glasses of warm tea on the table. He chose to go back to the kitchen to make fried cassava. This rain is the most delicious to enjoy a glass of warm tea and fried cassava.

“God, this how is the story you can rain?” Mirna thrust a towel at Ken and Dika who were already in a drenched state, while Kinara himself was not too wet.

“You better take a shower. Change clothes and we chat, there are many things I want to ask you.” Mirna encouraged Kinara to take a bath first.

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“Seriously? So Sister Mas Dika has referred?” Amanda runs into the living room while carrying a spatulla as soon as she hears her mother and Ken talk about Kinara and Dika's reunion.

“Iya, Darling.” Dika came out of the room. Approaching Amanda and stroking Amanda's head. “Solve first fried cassava, later just chat again.”

“Hehehe .. Yes, Mas. That's good, Mom. Manda says also what, effort will not betray the results.”

“When did Manda say that?” Dika scratched his head.

“Barusan.” Manda laughed crisply as she passed, returning to the kitchen. While Ken who sees Amanda's absurd behavior increasingly falls for her.

“Basic, Boy.” Dika laughs.

“Bu, can help Kinar not?” Kinara shouted from inside her room.

Kinara's room and the living room were close together, so when Kinara shouted the person in the living room could hear clearly.

“Help what? Mother again bothered.” Mirna shouted while holding back a laugh. But he is not busy. It seemed like Mirna could guess what kind of help Kinara needed.

“This loh, the zipper is hard.” Kinara shouted without knowing in the living room there was Dika and Ken.

Mirna smiled cunningly, right what she thought. From Kecil Kinara it is a little difficult to use a shirt with a back zipper. He often asks Mirna or Amanda for help to pull the zipper.

“Yasudah.” Mirna waved her hand, making a gesture for Dika who entered into Kinara's room.

Dika blushed in embarrassment while turning his face away, but who would want to refuse this rare opportunity? His chest pounded violently as soon as he was about to press the doorknob. Wh why? What happened to your heart? I've never been like this before.

Clack! The door to the room is open. Kinara seemed to be standing behind her back at the door, as soon as Dika entered she was greeted with Kinara's back exposed to half because the zipper had not been closed. Her wet long hair was left to be draped. A few strands still dripped water from the ends of her hair. Dika walked up to Kinara while swallowing her saliva.

He placed both his trembling hands on the end of the zipper hook. Kinara's hair to the left side until it showed his tie neck. When he swallowed the saliva again, I don't know how many times he swallowed the saliva.

Strange, why Mom's hands feel different, Inner Kinar.

“Bu, fast.” His order. Kinara did not know that the one standing behind her was not Mirna but Dika, even though she was already suspicious.

Kinara was startled, he surged and instantly twisted his body. “Dikaaaa!” His cry was stifled when he saw Dika already standing in front of him while smiling cunningly. “What are you doing here?” Kinara walked backwards, but lost quickly with Dika's hand movements that had already locked Kinara's waist.

“Let go of me.” Still trying to rebel. “What if anyone sees it.”

“Hey, this is in the room. Who would dare to enter the room without knocking on the door? Anyway, did you forget. I'm ‘kan your husband, Darling.”

I know you're my husband, but I'm not used to receiving this kind of husband-and-wife treatment. “Yes, I did not forget, but there is your Mother and Assistant outside.”

“What's really why? They will also understand, we ‘kan husband and wife.” Instead of letting go Dika even tightened his embrace.

Can you stop saying the phrase ‘Suami Istri’ that makes my heart beat like this? Inner Kinara.

“I miss you so much, My wife. Can I hold you all day?”

My-my wife? Why do I get goosebumps hearing that sentence after it was spoken by him? “Can't!” Squirms. “This is the home of Mother.”

“Means that at home we can? Come on we go home.”

Kinara massaged her temple.

“Just a minute, wait a minute.” Dika turned Kinara's body back to her and then she hugged Kinara from behind. Leaning his head at Kinara's shoulder cross. “You are so fragrant, my wife.” Kiss the neck again. All this because of that fucking zipper! I couldn't help myself. If only I hadn't seen his back open.

“Ok, enough. We have to get out now.” Trying to let go of Dika's embrace.

“But I still want to be alone with you, my wife ..,”

Whatwasthat? Why does his voice sound like that? Is this the spoiled fashion of the Young Master? Why does it sound ludicrous in my ears, Inner Kinara.

“Cannot. We have to get out, remember in this house there is Amanda who is still innocent. You don't remember what happened in the garden? She was so angry and scolding me, she said her innocent eyes had been stained.” Kinara tried to take refuge behind Amanda's name.

The shadow of the little girl with her wide smile who ran in shame when the incident in the garden flashed on Dika's head. “Alright, come out.”

“You get out first. I have to dry my hair before wearing the veil.”

“No want!”

What's again? Why would not you?

“I want to help you dry your hair.” Sit on the edge of the bed.

“Not ...,” Kinara breaks her sentence once she sees Dika already patting the empty space beside her. Never mind, saying it doesn't have to be free.

“Mana?” Dika thrust his hand.

“What?”

“Hairdrayer.” Dika has moved to the middle of the bed. “You sit there.” Pointing to the end of the bed.

“No.”

“Ti-no?”

Kinara nodded.

“Then how can I help you dry your hair?”

“Tuh.” Kinara pointed at a standing fan that was beside the bed.

“Air fan? How to dry hair what model is this?” Dika rubbed his face.

“Yeah, that's how I dry my hair.”

“Wait. I'll ask Ken to call the house guy.I'll prepare all your needs. Includes hairdrayer.” How do I dry your hair with just a fan?

Kinara could only shut up. Forbidden to be free, he smiled happily. It seems true what Dika said just now, he had never been in love before.

After a long debate, Kinara and Dika finally came out of the room. The two are greeted by Mirna, Ken, and Amanda who immediately look at them with a gaze

suspicious. They placed the fried cassava in their hands onto the plate, then brandished their two thumbs together. As if to say ‘Ciiie ciie ..’ but cannot be said. However, all of that was clearly drawn on their faces.

Seriate....

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Bang, cold hair mom also dong, Bang.... 😅

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