Destiny Love Kinara
Melting All Mistakes

Kinara squirmed in Dika's arms. Grazing a few times, no light had entered through the window of his room yet. It looks like it's still dark outside. Kinara shifted her head, all night she slept leaning on Dika's arm. Every time Kinara wanted to move position Dika always pulled Kinara's body more tightly into his body. Kinara's tired. Finally she gave up, choosing to sleep in her husband's arms.

His back should have hurt, but it didn't. Maybe because Kinara's happy feelings are one of the causes.

This was the first time Kinara opened her eyes and was greeted by her husband's face. His hand moved, the surface of Dika's cheek. Dika's face is covered with her eyes. Sebait do’a slid free from her lips. Without Kinara realizing it, Dika was awake and was watching Kinara's face lying next to him, his mouth still pouting.

Dika smiled faintly seeing his wife's tiny lips move. Although he did not know what his wife was reading, he was sure it was not a bad thing. Kinara must have prayed well for her.

After finishing praying’a Kinara opened her eyes. “Aamiin,” wilihnya while rubbing both palms to the face. He was shocked when he opened his eyes and found Dika was awake. Now she was staring at his face with a dirty expression.

“Aamiin.” Pulling Kinara's head. “Kuaamilinkan all do’amu, Darling,” he said while landing a friendly kiss on Kinara's forehead. “Good morning, Beautiful.”

Kinara was still shocked to receive such a sweet treatment from her husband. This is the first time. His eyes were glaring with his mouth slightly open.

“Close your mouth. Do you want me to kiss you here?" Laying his thumb and gently sweeping Kinara's lips. “If you don't close it I'll use my lips to close it.”

Kinara instantly pursed her lips. “Se-since when did you wake up?”

“Pretty long. Until I can see your little lips together. Funny and adorable." Pinching Kinara's nose.

“Why are you being kept quiet? You should have told me."

“Hey, beautiful scenery in front of the eyes do not waste dong. And stop being nervous like that, every morning you'll see my handsome face. You have to get used to it. Do I have to hear your stammered voice like that?”

“Bu-not bag ...”

Kinara had not finished his sentence until Dika landed a kiss on the thin lips of his wife. A light kiss, only limited to two lips are attached to each other.

“What you ...” Kinara covered her mouth with a palm.

“One more time," said Dika while bringing her face closer, Kinara retreated.

“Dare to retreat again! I will ...”

“Detach all my clothes? Didn't he? don't you have any other threats?” Kinara had memorized the threatening sentence her husband had always uttered.

“Serah!” Dika grabbed Kinara's back, tightening their bodies. He quickly landed his lips on Kinara's lips again, for the second time. “Good morning, Beautiful."

Can't keep this up, I have to get up and get out of Dika's arms. "I'm-I'm hungry!"

Wait, why am I chirping that? He won't believe it. "No! I'm not hungry, I ha .. thirsty."

Die, he will be more and more incredulous. Arrhh ... What should I do? I can go crazy if I continue to be in her arms, Inner Kinara.

Dika who realized Kinara was looking for an excuse to run away from her, finally raised the corner of her eyebrows with a sly grin on her face.

“Ah! Ah ... my hand ...," she groaned followed by an expression of pain.

Kinara panic. He held onto Dika's arm and asked, "Why with your hand? You injured?"

"My hands are cramped."

"Can't you?" That innocent question escaped Kinara's mouth.

"Your whole night made my arm a pillow. Your head is so hard, of course my arm hurts. Then after waking up, you just left. Don't you care about me?" Welded expression.

"I don't, of course, care about you." Kinara regretted.

"Then massage my hands." Wiggling his hand. "Who knew the pain would lessen after you massaged it."

I can massage, do as I can. "All right." Kinara got up, sat down next to Dika who was still lying down. "Give me your hand." She directly massaged her husband's arm.

Dika turned her face to hide the triumphant smile from Kinara.

"Where is sick?" ask Kinara.

"Yes there" answered Dika without looking.

Kinara was already massaging, carelessly because she could not massage.

"You massaging or gripping? Your nail stuck to my arm."

"I can massage! Whatever! I don't want to massage anymore."

"Eh, no! All right, it's up to you. You can massage or bite though. Keep hold of my arm." Keep shaking his arm.

This blind morning has made a storm, Inner Kinara.

"Yes there. Move to the left a little bit. No, it's on it again, well yes there," said Dika with his eyes closed. Enjoying every touch of his wife's finger.

Kinara stared in full gaze as she nodded. It looks like something strange, I don't think his arm hurts.

"So which side is sick?" Questions were asked by Kinara.

"Eh? Oh, over there." Dika origin pointed.

"This?"

"Yes. Uh no, next to him."

"This one?"

"Yes that one."

"Bas evil, you fucked me, didn't you? You said you were sick here. Then why'd you move here?" Keep pointing at Dika's arm. "It's up to me not to massage anymore!"

Kinara's body gradually descended, she laid her body against Dika's.

"Darling ... are you angry?" Pressing Kinara's back.

“No!"

“You sleepy?”

“No!"

“Why did your answer not continue?!" He got up and sat down on the bed. "You're mad at me?"

"Noooo! I said no, why keep asking." Pull the blanket over his entire face.

“I'm wrong. I'm sorry, honey. I just want to get closer to you." Plays his finger on Kinara's back. Repeatedly writing an apology with his finger.

Open the blanket and turn around. "That's it. Stop writing on my back, ticklish."

"Yes," Kinara replied with a smile. Kontan smile her blinds Dika breathed a sigh of relief.

"What time is it now? Is it dawn?" ask Dika.

“I don't think yet. A moment." Grabbing a phone on a nightstand. "It's only half-four" he said after looking at the clock on his screen.

“Wudhu-lah.” Dika shifted his body, grabbed the glass of mineral water that Kinara had placed last night, then sipped it slowly. “We pray tahajud bersama'ah. After that, we continued the dawn prayer." Get out of bed.

Kinara's body was like liquid semen, frozen in bed with a heartbeat that almost sounded out. The call to prayer berjama’ah sounds more melodious than the word love that has not been long said Dika.

“Quick, Sweetheart. Soon after dawn, ‘kan?” dika's sentence breaks his daydream. Kinara immediately raised her head so that the puddles of tears in both her eyes did not spill. It would be very troublesome if Dika saw it. The man will not be able to distinguish between happy cries and vice versa. “Good.” Turn around and smile.

***

“Allahu Akbar.” Impermanence of ihram has been proclaimed by Dika as a priest.

“Allahu Akbar.” Kinara followed with trembling hands a weak voice.

The long prayer rites that lie between them bear witness that life is not always sweet, sometimes bitter. Believe me, one day, everything will end happily. As happened to both of them.

As the last greeting said. Dika immediately recited, then raised both hands while begging do’a. In the back, Kinara amiated all the do'a that came out of her husband's mouth with shaky shoulders and countless tears.

After closing the do'a, Dika turned her body to face Kinara. He reached out to Kinara who was greeted with teary eyes. Immediately grabbed her husband's hand and kissed with shaky shoulders again.

“Loh, kok cry. Why, Honey? Your stomach hurts?” Dika grabbed Kinara's two shoulders, raised his face and made the two face each other. Both of Kinara's cheeks were already flooded by tears, Kinara sobbed.

“Honey, why? I was wrong? Say?” holding both of Kinara's cheeks and rubbing gently in there. “Don't scare me, you're contracting again?”

Kinara shook her head.

“Then why? You hungry?”

Once again Kinara shook her head. Suddenly Kinara moved forward and cried on Dika's lap. Buried his head there. “I'm sorry, forgive all my mistakes to you," he said in a weak voice.

“Yes Allah, I think what's up.” Dika stroked the top of Kinara's head that was still wearing a face. “I've forgiven everything. Really am. Long before you apologized to me.”

Dika's speech actually made Kinara cry even more, her tears to wet Dika's sarong.

"You're out snot? My shoulder feels wet. I have not yet taught.” Dika smiled imagining his wife's face when holding her head. “Let me see the pretty face of my bidadar.” Slowly Dika raised Kinara's shoulders. “Jeez, your snot going everywhere.” Grabbing tissue on the nightstand. “This is me clean.”

“I was.” tried to snatch tissue from Dika's hand, but failed.

“Sstt ... let me.” Dika wiped both cheeks until Kinara's nose painfully. Without any disgust or anything.

“I'm ashamed, I'm just.” Effort to avoid.

“Remember, I married you not only to receive the good, I also have to accept the bad. Well, including my wife who snot this.”

“What the hell.” Kinara pursed her lips.

“Cabinets.” Dika pulled Kinara's body closer to him and then held Kinara's head and kissed his wife's forehead while saying softly, "Rabbana hablana min azwajina wa zurriyatina qurrata a’yunin, waj’alna lil muttaqiina imaama."

His head moved down kissing Kinara's stomach and praying again. "Rabbi habli minash shalihin." Dika repeated the do'a up to three times.

The dika danijatkan Do'a succeeded in making Kinara's cry even more broken. “Aa .. miin, Aa .. miin," he said in a stammering voice as his breathing roar was still hunting.

Dika stared fixedly at Kinara's face. He landed another friendly kiss on Kinara's forehead. Kinara thought Dika's kiss would end up on her forehead. Apparently not. Dika shifted her lips, landing a kiss on both of Kinara's eyes that were continuously closed, then on Kinara's nose. He paused for a moment then looked at Kinara's seductive lips.

My God, I'm not strong, why are her lips so seductive, Dika's inner.

"Why stop?” said Kinara still with her eyes closed.

“Ma-maxdumu?”

“Isn't there still one more part that ... that you haven't ...” Kinara could not continue his sentence.

“What's not yet?”

Open ones eyes. “You really don't understand? I even gave you a code!"

“I don't know, what do you mean?”

“Already, forget it.”

Dika smiled sweetly. Then pull Kinara's wrist. “Bidadiku," he softly while closing his lips and there was a friendly kiss between the two. "Now call me Mas. I hate to hear you call my name."

"Mass?"

"Yes. From now on you should call me Mas."

"Enmmm ...." Nodding head. Signs agree.

Dika was anxious and caught both cheeks of Kinara. Then they kissed again.

After the real kiss, Dika rubbed his face and smiled, rubbed and smiled again, so he continued as if he did not believe what had just happened. “That was our first kiss.”

Kinara bit her lower lip with both cheeks red.

Although it was not the first kiss, as the two had even done more than that, but since it was now done with a feeling of belonging and love then it felt very different.

“We have to wudhu again. I want to teach," said Dika.

Kinara nodded her head. After performing tahajud prayers and bersama'ah dawn prayers. Dika recited Surah Al-Fatiha, Surah Maryam, and Surah Lukman. Dika stroked Kinara's stomach. “Honey, now Daddy will always be near you. Father will not go from you and Mother, hopefully you will become a good child.” Kissing Kinara's belly.

“Aamiin," said the two.

Seriate....

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Eciiie who smiles2 alone, let's the singles hunt find a partner. Let can niruin keuwuuuan DiKi 🤣

Who is married, hunuan hugged his axe 🤣

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