Destiny Love Kinara
New Campus

Ken was silent, not knowing what to say. He looked straight ahead, focused on driving. This was the first time Ken had met such a stubborn woman, Kinar not only had such a mountainous courage, how could there be a woman who dared to argue with Dika. Even with ease Kinar called Dika's name. It seems that Kinar is a special gift, sent by God to soften the hardness of Dika's heart.

All this time Dika was known as an iceberg man. Sturdy, tall, beautiful yet deadly. Dika does establish closeness with some women, but none of them can make Dika fall in love. His heart was only adrift for one name, his first love.

While Ken wrestles with his thoughts, Kinar is only mute. Locking his mouth shut.

Slowly Kinar began to close his eyes while leaning his body on the back of the car seat. The feeling is a way of death, can not be described with anything.

God, it never occurred to me to be able to live the rest of my life with such an arrogant man. How can I survive one roof with him, with a man who even still keeps a photo of another woman in his room. Maybe not just in his room. But also in his heart. Then where is my real place? In his heart, in his home or in his hatred for having become a hindrance to their story. Where did you put my position, Lord? Inner Kinar.

“Ken, can be slightly opened the car glass?” Kinar asked breaking the silence.

“Sure, Mistress.” Ken answered with a smile.

After the windshield slightly opened, fresh air began to burst into the car. Kinar closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath.

How wonderful it would be to live if we could move freely anywhere. Not being confined in a golden cage that only makes you feel depressed, even just to catch your breath is too painful. Inner Kinar.

“Ken, can we stop at the gas station?” Kinar asked, his hand moving to unzip the perfectly bulging bag. Kinar muttered like he was making sure everything he needed was already inside the bag. A split second smile began to expand at the corner of his lips.

Ken was silent, no answer came out of his mouth. He just knitted his eyebrows, clearly visible hue of confusion seen in the look on Ken's face.

“Ken?” Once again Kinar called out his name.

“Ah.... Forgive me, Madam.” Ken came out of his daydream.

“Sorry if I am presumptuous, but there is a need what Madam asked me to stop the car at the gas station?” Ask Ken.

“I want to change my clothes.” Kinar replied briefly, he glanced his eyes at Ken. Still the same, Ken still did not understand the meaning of the words Kinar. “I can't go to college dressed like this, Ken. I'm not comfortable wearing this half-finished dress. Everywhere open, like not finished in sewing only.” Kinar.

Ken was silent, silent a thousand languages, half-dead Ken held back his laughter from coming out. How could a dress priced at tens of millions be equated to a semi-finished dress. Think Ken.

“But, what if master gets to know?” Ask Ken.

“Yes, don't let him know. If you and I both shut up, then your master will never know.” Kinar replied lightly, as if he did not know the power of her husband.

Even if I close my mouth shut, it doesn't mean you won't know. It seems that the madam still does not know what kind of man she married. Inner Ken.

“That, fine if the mistress is ready with all the risks.” Ken warned, the one who was warned was just a cynical smile. Kinar indifferently did not care about Ken's warning.

“I'm ready with all the risks, Ken. The risk of being married to a man like him, the risk of having to stay one roof with him, hearing his voice alone had made my chest feel tight. What else to see his face every day, my biggest risk is to die from feeling depressed. My quiet life had suddenly changed like it was in hell, just because there was one person coming. And that man is your master. Dika Mahendra's.” Kinar turned his face away, sweeping away the tears that began to pour down his cheeks.

Ken was silent, he didn't know what to say. Ken isn't too smart to entertain himself, what else to entertain others. The best way he can do it is to be quiet, to try to be a good listener.

Kinar raised his face, staring at the sun that was slowly starting to move up.

“What is the campus still far away, Ken?” Ask Kinar.

“No, Mistress. About fifteen minutes left.” Ken raised his hand, glancing at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. “In front there is a gas station, Mistress can change clothes there.”

“Thank you, Ken.” Kinar lowered his head, not knowing what else to say other than thanks.

“No need to hesitate, Mistress.” Ken smiled.

The car started to turn into the gas station area, Kinar came down in a hurry. Tracing the pom area and looking around looking for a toilet, the corner of his lips expands when he finds the toilet on the left side. Moments later Kinar came out of the toilet, walking closer to Ken.

“Come, Ken.” The phrase Kinar breaks Ken's daydream.

“Ah, yes, Mistress. Please.” Ken opened the car door, courteously welcoming Kinar.

Just a moment ago Ken was almost fascinated by the beauty that radiated from inside Kinar, whether because of the clothes he was wearing. Or because of the happy feeling that emanated clearly on Kinar's face.

Madam does not deserve to wear open clothes, such as the beauty of flowers that are not easily touched by human hands. Inner Ken, still fascinated to see the beauty of Kinara.

The car drove back, past the towering buildings, the skyscrapers stood firm with all the arrogance of trying to reach the surface of the sky. Slowly, Ken turned his car into a tall, large, and very luxurious building.

“Ken, are you not wrong? Is this my campus?” Kinar asked not without reason, currently in front of his eyes stood a very large campus building, the size of which was many times that of his former campus. It is clear that luxury cars are parked neatly there, not even Kinar set foot on his new campus, the guts of Kinar have shrunk. There was a swish of fear slipping into his chest, how did Kinar have to adapt to such a high-class environment?

“I'm not wrong, Madam. This is a new campus, ma'am. All your files are already taken care of, you just need to enter the.” class Said Ken.

Kinar bit his lower lip, closing his eyes while taking a deep breath. His sighs sounded quite clear in Ken's ears.

Ken turned his body, still sitting in the steering chair. Seeing the terrified hue that ambushed Kinar's face made Ken feel sad. “Mistress, you are the wife of Mr. Dika Mahendra, you do not need to bow your head to anyone. Keep your head up, hold on at least for the sake of your Mother and Sister who hang high hopes to, Madam.”

Kinar squeezed his clothes, making them look tangled because of the strong grip of Kinar's hand. Hearing the words that came out of Ken's mouth, Kinar was petrified. The look of his eyes looked far away, remembered the shadow of the face of his mother and sister, the smile of both of them that always radiated like the warm morning sun actually made his chest feel more tight, Kinar lowered his head. Tears fell from his eye patch, spilling down his cheeks mercilessly. His right hand was still squeezing the clothes he was wearing, while his left hand continued to sweep away the tears flowing uncompromisingly. His shoulders shook, his chest rippled. All the feelings spilled over, mixed into one raining down on his heart.

Ken was silent, both of them were still in the car. Not a word came out of Ken's mouth. Silence, only the sound of sobs came out of Kinar's mouth.

A little while later, Kinar raised his face. Opening the bag and removing the powder and lip tint from his bag, his hands deftly cleaned the remains of tears on his face. With trembling hands he swept the powder over his face and applied lip tint on his lips.

“Ken, may I ask you one thing?” his voice sounded raucous.

Ken just nodded.

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