Destiny Love Kinara
Finally Meet Also

Ken was standing up, rolling his long sweatshirt arm up to the elbow. Several times he stared at the reflection of his face on the glass. Usually Ken will appear formal with a shirt and suit, but this morning Ken dressed more casually. Ken glanced at his watch, he rushed over. Get out of the room after seeing the time has shown at seven in the morning.

“Good morning, Madam,” greet Ken while bending over.

Kinara folded both her hands on her chest. Looking at Ken from top to bottom. “Ehem ... Today you look more handsome than usual." Thumbs up.

“What did you say earlier?!” Dika who was standing at the end of the stairs immediately ran down the stairs. “Say once again.” It was already standing in front of Kinara with the tie still hanging.

“I didn't say anything.” Trying to leave, but failed because Dika had already hugged him from behind. Ken immediately lowered his head.

“Tell me, Honey. Why did you say Ken was handsome?”

He's really handsome. What am I supposed to say? After all I was just teasing her, Inner Kinara.

“You even gave him your thumbs up. I don't like it!" Dika emphasized his sentence.

“I'm not giving a thumbs up but doing this.” His thumb is facing down.

“Eiiih, do you think my eyes are blind? I clearly saw it!" Getting upset.

“Already. What if I did it?” Kinara pursed her lips.

“Your lips should only be used to praise me, no other man. Just me!"

Dih, possessiveness is passing. “How about our son?”

“Yeah, our son is an exception.”

“Mas possessive once.” Kinara.

“Only you. Just because of you. If it wasn't you, Mas probably wouldn't be this possessive. Understand. Mas just doesn't know how to love the good, but Mas doesn't like you praising anyone other than Mas.” Kiss the head of Kinara.

Kinara. Dika is completely intolerant of anyone, including Ken. He disliked when Kinara praised other men, or simply rebuked. Dika will overreact.

Once upon a time when Kinara was shopping for household necessities, an employee helped her push a grocery trolley. Dika yells "Let go! She's my wife!" in the crowd provoked the attention of the crowd. Once on, Dika always insists that Kinara is his wife. Although no one asked.

As it is now. Acting excessively just because Kinara praised Ken. Kinara threw the house slippers she was wearing. His feet rose to the feet of Dika who was already wearing shoes.

“Ah, weight.” Dika grimaces. “Down, Dear.”

Kinara. “I want to sit, but I'm lazy way.” Kinara smiled cunningly. Let it be, who told you to be so jealous.

“Good.” Lifting Kinara's body. Carrying in his arms. “Where are you going? The chamber? Family room? Or garden?”

“I want to go to the terrace of the house.”

Dika smiled and immediately carried Kinara to the terrace of the house.

Ken followed from behind with a thumping feeling. The pain for single men like Ken is not when he sees the intimacy of teenagers dating. Except seeing the intimacy of Dika and Kinara. For Ken the real romantic meaning is when seeing the intimacy of husband and wife. Every seduction becomes worship, not sin.

“It's up.” Lower Kinara on the chair very carefully. “Mas go to work first, well.”

Kinara nodded. Dika crouched down, stroking Kinara's growing belly. “Dad work first, well, darling. Don't fuss, pity your mother.” Kissing Kinara's belly. “Do not move much. Remember, milk and fruit do not forget to eat.” Hands out.

“Iya.” Kinara grabbed Dika's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

“Be careful at his house. If there is anything quickly contact Mas.” Kiss Kinara's forehead.

“Mas wait.” Grabbing Dika's hand.

“Why? You still miss Mas?”

“Not so. but it.” Pointing neck. “Your station is not yet installed perfectly.”

“Gosh Mas until forgot.”

Kinara got up, tied Dika's tie. “Nah, it's neat.”

“Master. Is it true I don't need to drop off?” ask Ken.

“Good.” Ken's not feeling good. Today she has to pick up Mom and Amanda in the village. Lucky to understand. He asks Mr. Budi to drive him to the office and postpone some of Ken's work.

***

Ken left early in the morning. As soon as Dika left for the office, Ken lengsung drove his car to Kinara village.Today is Amanda's first day off school. Yesterday afternoon he contacted Ken if he and his mother wanted to visit Kinara.

In this case, other than Kinara of course there was one more person who was happy. Who else if not Ken. Sia was so enthusiastic that she jumped in after hanging up a phone call from Amanda.

Living room.

“Alhamdulillah, everything is ready.” Amanda sat on the chair wiping the sweat on her forehead. “Afterhand. Though it has been prepared since last night.” Long moaning.

Ken smiled, I finally saw you again, Amanda.

Pouring the bottle of mineral water he bought on the road, he had not been able to open. “Minum. What are you bringing? Looks like a lot.” Ken glances. There was one padlock bag, one tote bag, and a large black plastic bag.

“That padlock's in my gear, Mas. Well if the tote bag belongs to mother.”

Ken's forehead is still wrinkled. What is plastic then? So the meaning of wrinkles on Ken's forehead.

“Mas confused what plastic contents?”

Ken nodded.

“That same cassava banana from back garden. I want to bring her to town. He said make fried cassava and banana. Though Manda has said that in the city also many who sell bananas and fried cassava.”

Ken smiled. “Mother's right. Fried cassava made by you ‘kan different.”

Amanda just smiled.

“Well, everything is in order. Let's go,” said Mirna while carrying one more plastic bag.

“That's what else, Bu?”

“It's vegetable. There are tomatoes and others.”

“Aduh, Mom. Arriving at home Mas Dika everything has withered.”

“It's okay, Manda. Let it be.” Ken's awake. Trying to mediate. “Let me bring you, Bu.”

“Owalah. This dream ghost candidate. Definition once.” Handing over plastic bags. Ken blushed in embarrassment at Mirna's words.

The car Ken was driving had already stopped in front of a large and luxurious building.

🍃Mansion🍃

“Uwooow, wow.” Amanda patted both cheeks. His eyes were perfectly rounded with his mouth open. “Is this really the home of Mas Dika?”

Ken nodded. “True. This Mansion belongs to Young Master.”

“We are not wrong home, ‘kan, Nak?” This time Mirna asked. Mirna knew her daughter-in-law was wealthy, but never knew how rich she was. Mirna and Amanda are different. The neighbor who had ten goats alone was already considered rich by Mirna and Amanda. Then what is this?

“Come in, Mom,” pinta Ken. Both hands full of luggage.

Some servants were already standing at the door to welcome the arrival of Ken and the others. “Welcome,” said they simultaneously while bowing their bodies.

Mirna and Amanda were shocked. Repeatedly asking them not to do that, bowing like that made Mirna unwell. However, this was the standard applied by Aunt Ane as the butler and was a direct order from Dika.

"It turns out the dim life we see on television really exists, well, Mom. Here's an example." Amanda was unceasingly grateful. His brother had a decent life.

Seriate.....

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