Destiny Love Kinara
It's me, Agra

After extending the holiday period for one day, Dika and Kinara finally decided to return to the city. This morning after the dawn prayer Kinara sulked in Dika's lap. He leaned his head, set the facial expression for pity. His voice was made as beautiful as possible.

"Mas."

"Enmm ...." Dika was busy stroking Kinara's head.

"Maahas ...."

"Yes, Honey. Why?"

“I don't want to go home yet. Still want to stay, two more days only, can ‘kan?” Playing the legs Dika. Pulling her leg hair. Sometimes it made Dika grimace in pain.

“No,” reply Dika firmly.

“Why?” Kinara pursed her lips. Her head that was leaning on Dika's lap immediately looked up, finding the expression on her husband's face that had not changed even though she had seduced by winking. His mainstay when seducing Dika.

“I have to go home, Honey. There's a lot of work I have to take care of, I can't leave the company for too long.” Caressing Kinara's head, playing her hair, twisting and smelling her scent. “My company will also be for our children. Later we can visit again, but this morning tips must go home. Ok?” Rubbing Kinara's cheeks.

Kinara exhaled a heavy breath.

“You still miss your mother?”

Kinara nodded.

He still misses his mother, but the real reason is not just to miss. Kinara was just afraid of returning to that mansion. Kinara was afraid that the bad memories that Dika had incised in her heart were reoccurring. The luxurious mansion was nothing more than a building that bore silent witness to Dika's cruelty to her. Each room has its own tragic story.

“What are you afraid of, honey? The mansion will be your home too.”

“I ...” Kinara squeezed her nightgown and tilted her body.

"Don't be afraid, honey. I've overcome everything." Caressing Kinara's head. It seems Dika knows the reason behind his wife's spoiled behavior.

"What if I ...." Kinara bit her lower lip. Can't continue a sentence that might hurt her husband. After all, he was determined not to bring up the past story.

"Don't talk that no. Trust in your Mas. So pack your things." Blowing tubers Kinara.

He thought I was in a trance until my tubers were blown all over. "I'm just scared, Mom."

"Don't be afraid, 'There will be a Mas."

Finally after a grueling show of persuasion, Kinara agreed to return to the city.

***

"Be careful" said Mirna, who was standing in the doorway. "Bring the car don't speed it up, Ken boy."

Ken smiled as he nodded his head.

Like my mother in general. Mirna also felt anxious when her ex-boyfriend was about to leave. "Later play often, well," said Mirna with teary eyes.

"Yes, Mom." Kinara welcomed Mirna's hand and kissed the back of her hand. "Bu ...," he said disconnected.

"It has. Look at your husband's been waiting for you."

Dika advanced, grabbed Mirna's hand. "When you go home, Dad, Mom."

"Yes. Titip Kinar well, son. Kinar often forgets his duties as a wife. I hope Nak Dika will be patient with him. Please don't be hurt, let alone underrated."

The deg!

The message from Mirna was clearly very piercing to his heart. However, this time Dika could guarantee that he would not disappoint Kinara for the second time.

Dika nodded her head. "When you will always remember your message. Mom, because Dika has a lot of work in the city and Kinara's pregnancy has also entered the fifth month. It is likely that Dika and Kinara will be long to visit again. What if Mom stays at Dika's house for a while?"

"Mom doesn't matter, but what about Amanda's school?"

"Totally so."

Ken approached Dika and whispered in Dika's ear.

Basic, how did you know about that? How hot! "Next month Amanda's supposed to be on a long day off, right?" I saw Amanda standing next to Mirna.

"Yes, Mas Dika," Amanda replied as she nodded her head.

"Well Ken's gonna pick up Mom and Amanda. How's it?"

"Is Ken not busy? Just staying here Nak Ken is busy." asked Mirna.

"Ken, are you busy?" Back to asking. Glanced at Ken who was still standing timidly. I'm sure the answer is 'no'.

"No, Ma. I'm not busy at all" Ken quickly replied with a face adorned with a smile. Even if I had to spend hours working in the office to pick up Amanda. I'm willing.

“Of course Ken's not busy, Bu.” Dika repeats Ken's answer followed by a mocking smile.

Kinara, Dika, and Ken were already in the car, waving at Mom and Amanda. Finally began the real home life, between Dika and Kinara. Will the household storm end here? Or just started?

***

After a long journey, they finally reached the mansion. Kinara fell asleep while leaning on Dika's shoulder for so long.

“Tuan ..” said Ken after shutting down the car engine.

“Sst ...” Putting an index finger on her lips. "Don't let Kinara wake up."

Dika leaned Kinara's head on the car seat. He went down first, gradually putting his hands on Kinara's shoulders and legs.

“My wife is very heavy, Ken,” he said after Kinara's body moved into his hands.

“Please be advised, Young Master, perhaps because there is a Junior Young Master in the stomach of Madam.” Ken felt awkward saying it. He took out an umbrella and hung both of them, now the weather is quite hot.

“Young Master, believe ... Madam is not home. Young Master Dika is also absent. I'm not lying."

"Please, Bi. I just want to know about Kinara. These days he's never picked up a phone from me, he's not even answering messages."

The deg!

From a distance came the voice of Aunt Ane. It seems like you are arguing with someone. Dika was a little anxious when second-guessing aunt Ane's interlocutor. Looks like Dika's guess is on one man.

Dika slightly accelerated his pace to reach the main door. Once she reached her surprise when Dika saw the back of the man she knew, standing at the door. It turns out that his guess is true.

“Reacted right Agra,” muttered Dika, “What's he doing to my house?”

“Ehem ...” Dika cleared her distance and Agra was not too far away.

“Oh. Welcome, Young Master,” greet aunt Ane who answered a nod of the head by Dika.

Agra turned. As soon as his body spun around he saw a scene that made his heart ache unbearably. “Ha ... hay, Dika," he said in a choked voice.

Dika smiled awkwardly. “Hai, Agra.”

“What is it ...." Agra turned body. Rubbed his face rough. He could not pronounce Kinara's name.

"Look, Agra. He is Ki ...."

"I knew. Even though her face was immersed in your chest, I knew she was Kinara. Even if I just look at her back, I can tell she's Kinara."

Dika. He didn't know whether to say sorry or thank you. Or both should be said at the same time.

"Is Kinara asleep in the car?” agra asked with sad eyes.

Is that how fast I'm out of your heart, Kinara? Is it only me who is trying to fight, but is just defeated by reality, the inner Agra.

“Iya, maybe she's exhausted.”

Dika. Agra was slightly thinner than the last time she saw him. His face was gloomy, but it was fortunate that there were no wounds on his face. His relationship with his father has improved.

“Bi .. can I know what happened between ka ... you guys?” Agra turned his face again, rubbing the rough corners of his eyes so that the clear circle did not fall. He drew and exhaled slowly, but his heart still ached. His heartbeat seemed to stop, too painful even to catch his breath.

When he moved a little, his feet were cramped. From earlier he stood up straight, afraid of waking up Kinara who was sleeping in his arms.

"Come in first, I'll explain it inside." Dika smiled widely. "My feet are a little cramped" he added.

Agra silence. He just nodded slowly.

Dika led the way, Agra tailed behind. Not yet entered the house Kinara was awake, writhing in Dika's arms.

"Darling, stop. Don't move much, we can fall." Dika slightly shouted in surprise. Suddenly Kinara woke up.

"Have we arrived?" tanya Kinara was still in Dika's arms.

"Yes, you want to come down?"

"No. I'm still sleepy. Carry me up to the top." Kinara put both of her hands around Dika's neck.

"Darling, you have to get down. Someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

Dika let out a long bellow before twisting his body.

"A ... Agra?" kinara said as soon as she got down from her husband's arm.

Agra smiled bitterly while biting her lower lip. "Yes .. It's a-I'm, Agra."

Seriate....

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Finally get up. Accompany your sunday nights.

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Just a shadow, here. What if you are in the position Agra 🙄😥

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