Destiny Love Kinara
Cut Nails

Kinara was taking a small walk in the back garden. Her age is nearing the time of birth. He must move often. Sometimes his eyes glared far away, remembering the incident at the baby equipment store a few days ago.

After the incident Dika invited many people from the mass media. Announcing Kinara's status as his legal wife. Nothing is covered, everything is told clearly. Kinara's origins, who was his father and mother, education, family status. Dika even showed evidence of their marriage certificate with confidence. There was no doubt in his eyes.

Finally the media frenzied, news about their marriage was published in various news. Now the whole world knows about Kinara's status. As the wife of a wealthy businessman, Dika Mahendra.

“Sayang.” A hug landed on Kinara's large waist. He was surprised. “Still not tired?” His head rested on Kinara's shoulders. Smelled the body of his wife who was sweating.

“Eh, don't you work?” turning body. Now the two face each other. “Mas ‘wasn't it going to the office? How to go back again?”

“I'm afraid suddenly you're contracting.” Dika put his briefcase in the garden chair.

“Loh, right doctor Amel said his HPL is weekly again.”

“Then last night what?” Dika pressed her lips. “I almost died a hanger because you groaned in pain.”

“That's ‘kan only false contractions, Mas. Already off to the office again, well?” Attempt to persuade.

“No want! Anyway I want to stay at home, keep and watch over you is much more important than everything.”

“Then how office?”

“There's Ken and other employees. It's free that I pay them, if taking care of the company alone can't! You don't have to worry about the office.”

“But ... Mas ...”

Dika loosened the tie around his neck. He walked to the long chair and laid down there. “Cabinets.” Clap the bench next to him.

While holding onto her growing belly Kinara walked up to Dika.

I was sitting in the next chair. “I'm fine, Mas. After all, there was Aunt Ane and Mr. Budi who always checked my condition. You don't have to worry.” Stroking the back of Dika's hand that was leaning on the arm of the chair.

“I don't want to!” exclaimed Dika while closing his eyes.

Ok that's the final decision. Dika won't change his mind. Kinara knew the worry her husband felt, because she felt the same way. Welcoming the first child made both of them flutter. Sometimes there is fear and anxiety.

“Alright, you can keep an eye on me.” Kinara. “Do I have to sit on your lap?”

Both look and sit. “Hahaha ..” The laughter both broke.

“Wait. What's your toe?” ask Dika. All the things related to Kinara did make him curious. Even about the toes he asked.

“What's the reason, Mas?” Kinara asked back. “Don't tell my toes thumbs all?” Stare sharply.

Dika laughs. “It's not so, dear. Your nails are so long.” Dika advanced his body, looking down to check Kinara's toes.

“Oh. It's long, Mom. My stomach is getting bigger, so I can't reach my legs. Want to ask Aunt Ane for help is not good. The effect is disrespectful.”

“Why not ask for help with Mas?” Replace Dika who swerved sharply.

“I forgot.” Smiling without sin.

“It's a danger, honey.what if you stumble. Next time, if you can't do something yourself you can ask Mas to do it.”

“Enthemale. I don't even remember if my fingernails are long.” Trying to avoid it in a relaxed manner. Though the man sitting next to him was anxious instead of playing.

“You wait here. Mas want to grab nail clippers first.” Get up from the chair.

“Mas.” Grabbing Dika's hand.

“Why?”

“You guys bring a snack. I'm hungry.” Spoiled smile.

Dika bent his body. “Iya, Darling.” Rubbing Kinara's cheeks while kissing her lips in a friendly manner.

Moments later Dika returned with Aunt Ane behind him. Kinara smiled faintly, she knew if her husband would do such a thing. Even though Kinara asked to bring some snacks. There was so much food and drink.

After putting various types of food on the table Aunty Ane resigned. The round table was crowded with snacks and fruits. Kinara won't ask ‘why is the food so much?’ because free. Dika is the type of husband who does five things when Kinara asks for only two things.

“Nih.” He brought out a plate containing fruits that he had peeled. “There again?”

“Not this only.”

“Ok.” Thumbs up.

Be careful when you cut the nails on Kinara's toes. “If it hurts to say, yeah. Mas also afraid if one cut.” Hand trembling.

“Cause, Mas. You ‘kan just cut the nails, why until it shakes so.”

“You're so happy to be so attached to Mas.” Pout. Not looking at it at all, his eyes were 100 percent focused on Kinara's toes.

Kerjain ah, “Aduuuh, pain, Mas.”

“What? Wh why? Where does that hurt?” tanya Dika. He immediately stopped the cutting activity cutting it. “But nobody bleeds.” Attended again.

“Yeah, hurt only.” With ease Kinara answered like that while putting pieces of apples into his mouth.

Oh, want to prank your Mas apparently. Dika smiled cunningly. Slowly his hands guerrilla, into his wife's negligee. now it's up to Kinara's thigh.

“Mas, get rid of your hands. If not, I won't talk to you anymore. For one week.”

Dika exhaled a rough breath. “Are you the only one who can prank Mas?”

“So I want revenge on me? Just because I fucked Mas?” asked Kinara with teary eyes. He placed a fruit plate beside him. “Hikkks .. I cry, nih.”

Start acting again. “Iya, yes. Already stopped acting.” Smiling forced. Since when is he good at acting? I'm sure if she casts in the search for a movie actress she'll be chosen as the mistreated role.

Kinara likes acting. Raising her husband was like being an opium to Kinara. Even he bis apura-pretend to cry just for candy.

“Oh yes, Mas. When will I pick up Mom and Manda?”

“Tomorrow, Honey. Ken will pick you up. This afternoon you should see doctor Amel ‘ right?” Asking without looking because he was busy cutting his nails.

“Iya.” Busy eating fruit.

The two laughed and smiled in turn.

***

The french.

The door of the workspace is knocked. Nathan has coffee in his right hand.

“Log.”

Once there was an order he directly pushed the door. Take a careful walk to put coffee on the table.

“Coffee, Mr.”

Chairs whirring. Agra seemed to be smiling faintly. “Thank you, Nath.” He put a freshly read pile on the table.

“Master, sorry if I was presumptuous, but why do you still care about them?” Nathan lowered his head. He did not understand, but their distance was far away. However, Agra still could not escape from the shadows of the past.

“Entahlah. I just wish Kinara wasn't happy with Dika. So I can snatch it, but look at her smile that is so fluffy.” Groping the magazine surface. Where there are pictures of Kinara and Dika as magazine covers.

“Master, please stop thinking about Miss. You deserve to be happy too. Try to open your heart. There are many women who are willing to do anything for you.” Nathan said in a stifled voice.

Agra smiled bitterly. Grab a cup of coffee and sip slowly. “Are there any of them like Kinara? If there isn't, then can I still be happy, Nath? I've given all my happiness to Kinara, nothing left, even to myself.” His hands clenched over the magazine.

The splashy news about Dika's confession and her hidden marriage made Agra sad. Agra kept an eye on whether Kinara was okay or not. Crazy one! Maybe he was crazy, but it was Agra who still loved Kinara despite the distance and circumstances that were not possible.

“Leave me, Nath.” Turn the chair again. He turned his back on Nathan. “Tetap report all the news about Kinara to me.”

Nathan looked long. “Good, Mr.”

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