Destiny Love Kinara
Sweet Serabi

Dika really did his best for Kinara. Almost all the parts in the mansion were rearranged, painted, and some items had already switched places. Even the room that Kinara had once occupied had already turned into a reading room. Dika compiled a lot of fairy tale books in it.

“Kinara is loving reading fairy tale books, you should buy as much as possible!” he told Ken at the time. That day Ken repeatedly contacted the house to prepare everything without defects.

Carissa's music room has switched functions into a bedroom. All that effort Dika did so that Kinara did not recall the dark times during her stay in her mansion. Actually Dika had offered to move house, it was not a problem for Dika to buy another mansion, but Kinara refused after seeing all Dika's efforts. She just wanted to appreciate her husband's hard work.

As usual, this morning Kinara woke up in Dika's arms. He wriggled, removing Dika's hand from his waist, gnawing several times before leaning his body on the head of the bed.

“Good morning, Honey? Sleep well?” ask Dika. Every time she opened her eyes, Kinara always heard Dika ask the same thing.

Kinara nodded as she occasionally scratched her neck and covered her evaporating mouth. Dika pulled back the thick blanket that was on his feet up to his neck. “It's cold, is it raining outside? Incidentally, during the rainy holidays it fell.” It's cowering like a shrimp.

Kinara closed her eyes, trying to hear the raindrops out there. “It looks like it did rain,” said, “Do I have to get up to see from the window?”

“Not necessary. Come.” Spread both hands. “Masmu Bay,” he said in a spoiled voice until it made Kinara shudder.

Instead of approaching, Kinara shifted her body to the edge of the bed.

“Why? Come here!” This time it even patted the empty space beside him.

“No want!”

“Why else, anyway, Darling?” asked Dika with brows linked.

“I'm hungry.” Holding stomach.

“Alright, we'll be down in a minute. At least give me a good morning hug first.”

Kinara was silent for a while. Suddenly Kinara approached Dika with a faint smile, Dika goosebumps. Both eyebrows are tied. Almost together.

What's wrong with her, I feel like I'm going through a tiring Sunday. “Why are you smiling like that, honey?” Hugged Kinara. “You want something?” Kinara immediately nodded in Dika's embrace. “What? A car? A home? The apartment? Bags and shirts?” dika tries to provoke the spoiled behavior that Kinara will show when asking for something. I love watching him act like a child.

Pinched Dika's stomach. “Mas thinks I'm a matre woman?! Always carry money, just like Mas used to say that I married Mas for treasure! Ih, I hate it every time I remember it!” Kinara pursed her lips. The pinch in Dika's stomach was getting louder.

Dika grimaced in pain. “Ahhh .. pain! It hurts! Ok, ok! Sorry.” Grabbing Kinara's chin. “I disagree with the matre sentence you said, Darling.”

“Why?”

“As a responsible man, without being asked though I should have given everything for you. You are not a matre, but my obligation as a husband must fulfill all your wishes.”

Kinara looked up his head. Putting the palm on Dika's forehead.

“I'm not sick, Honey.” Grabbing Kinara's hand and kissing the back of her hand. “So what does my heart gem want?”

“Emmm ...”

Why for so long, will your request this time trouble me? The longer you think it will be the more difficult your request, Inner Dika.

“I want to eat sweet serabi,” hiss Kinara in Dika's ear.

“Se ... what?”

“Serabi. Time don't know!”

Dika rolled her eyes with her mouth slightly open. “I really don't know what kind of food it is. Have we ever eaten that before?”

In these 26 years, what have you eaten? How could you not know serabi? Inner Kinara.

Kinara twisted her body. Deflecting Dika.

Wh why? He's angry just because I don't know what a serabi is? “Sayang.” Wrap your hand around Kinara's stomach. Put it in his shirt and stroked Kinara's stomach. “Show me what kind of food it is. I'll buy it for you.”

Kinara grabbed her phone. Enter the keyword serabi sweet then show the picture to Dika. “This one.”

Taking mobile. “Oh. It has an address. The seller is not far from here. After the rain subsides I will buy it for you.”

Why does he keep smiling? I feel like something is going to happen, “Ke-why are you smiling like that? You ...” Dika stopped his sentence. Don't tell me you want me to make it for you?

Kinara approached Dika's chest which was open. Exposed in front of his eyes then wrote the word unclear to make Dika amused himself. “Enough. Don't seduce me keep.” Catch Kinara's hand. “Tell me what do you want?”

“I want to eat sweet serabi handmade by my husband.” Groping the back of Dika's hand. “Pasti more delicious.” Kinara smiled broadly.

Jedeeer! Dika swallowed his saliva rough. It turned out that what he was afraid of was actually happening. Dika had heard from his work relationship if the woman cravings often asked for strange food, and now it happened to him.

“Anu, Darling. Can't I just buy it? I really don't know how to make serabi.”

Suddenly Kinara pursed her lips, lowered the blanket to her waist and almost shifted.

“There are many videos on how to make serabi. What's hard?” Look expectantly.

“But ...”

“What do not want? I really want to eat your homemade serabi.” Eyes glazed.

“Ok. Ok! Don't cry, honey. I'll make it.”

Kinara smiled. “I want to see you make it. We make a serabi in the back garden how?”

“You know it's raining now, ‘kan?”

“Mas once told me that rain is not forever, after rain there must be sun and rainbow.”

Dika gawked to hear Kinara reverse the words she had once written in her letter. God, I hope this rain won't subside until tomorrow morning.

“Do not mess.” Pinched Dika's stomach. “Do not pray that no-no, if until this afternoon the rain does not also subside then I will give a list of requests that are so many.” Kinar opened the blanket and came out of the room.

Dika wake up to chase Kinara. dangerous if Kinara crumble, maybe he should sleep on the sofa. One night alone missed without hugging Kinara's body it felt like the world would be destroyed. He banged his head at the door before exiting. “Ah, I'm really dizzy made,” snorted Dika.

***

Standing with blank eyes, he could not believe what he was seeing. He pulled Ken's hand closer. “You have everything ready, ‘kan?” ask Dika.

Ken nodded steadily. “Already, Young Master.”

“None left behind, ‘kan?”

“Nothing, Young Master.”

“Good, let's start.” Dika rolled up his shirt arm to the elbow. Same with Ken. “You should record it correctly. Ok!” Warns.

“Ready, Young Master.” Ken showed me a notebook that was still empty with a pen.

“Come, Ken.”

Ken nodded again.

Dika and Ken approached the serabi seller who was quite a lot of buyers. They did not come to buy serabi, but asked about the ingredients and the process of making serabi itself. Lucky the seller is friendly and not stingy to teach Dika how to make sweet serabi. Perhaps also out of pity for Dika's story, he said this was the request of his pregnant wife. He told me with a sad expression.

After writing all the recipes clearly, from the ingredients needed to the steps made it finally Dika and Ken decided to buy the tools and materials needed before returning to the mansion.

Ken is troubled because haruu carries two pouches full of serabi. Dika is not nice if he just asks, but does not buy. Eventually he decided to buy it all and it would be distributed to the servants in his mansion.

Seriate...

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