Destiny Love Kinara
The Deck of Destiny (SpinOff TCK)

In the Decapitation of Destiny (DDT) is a spin off of this novel, yes. The story will focus on the household life of Ibra Rafasya Mahendra - Son of Dika Mahendra same Kinara Amalia.

Comedy-Romantic genre slips slightly to angst 🤣🤣

Don't be afraid of the story. DDT will end at Entun. So, please read it and don't forget its support ''move.

This is chapter 01

For the next chapter can read directly on the field, yes.

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If the clear sky with blue clouds suddenly turns dark and drops the dots rainwater ... Is it possible that the neighborhood can also turn into a family shaman?

(RoseeLily – In The Decade of Destiny)

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Ibra snatched the suit draped on the head of the chair. He ran out of the room and immediately entered the elevator. Her feelings were mixed when she reread the message her Mother sent five minutes ago.

[Ib, Mother is sick. You go home, yeah.]

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Ibra circulated her eyes looking for the whereabouts of Jack – Her Personal Assistant who would rather be outdoors flirting with pretty girls than working with piling up manuscripts.

You crocodile!

“Where did it go that creature when I again needed it?!”

Approximately one minute circulating his gaze, the tip of Ibra's eyes caught the figure of Jack who was smiling widely in front of the reception desk. Sometimes Jack looks to roll his eyes and mess his hair back.

Uh, it really is a swamp crocodile!

“Jack key!”

Jack who was flirting with the receptionist coughed at the sight of his friend and boss running towards him like a doormat. Jack took the equal step and asked, “What key? The key to heaven I don't hold.”

Ibra glares. Jack can joke at a time like this. “The gatekeeper of heaven also does not want to accept creatures like you, Jack!”

“Well, what am I?”

“Pithecanthropus erectus.”

“Sarimin, dong, i.”

“Mending if you are aware. Okay, which game is the key?” Worship shook his palm looking up hoping Jack would hand over the thing immediately.

“Car key?”

“Ah elah, yes. Chubby, Jack!”

“Why, anyway, lu? Kebelet?”

“Pending illness, Jack.”

Hearing Ibra Jack's statement immediately reached into his pants pocket. “Loh, how, can? The feeling this morning when I hitch a ride breakfast mom is still fine.”

“Yes where I know.”

“Nih.” Jack handed Ibra the car keys. “Lu want to drive yourself? I brought it, yeah. All want to see mother.”

“Yes, Mas Bro!”

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Ibra drove her car at full speed. Split the city streets that are crowded. Take a look at the time from the watch he was wearing. Now at two in the afternoon, the schedule of schoolchildren go home as well as the change of employees who enter shift work two. It is only fitting that the road is severely jammed. Along the way Ibra continued to grumble because it was twice stuck in traffic. He just wants to get home quickly and make sure the state of the mother.

After an annoying journey, Ibra finally arrived home. Pass through the courtyard and living room with wide steps. The goal is the family room, if you are sick the mother often rest in the family room instead of in the room. He said that sleeping in the room only made the pain worse.

Upon arrival in the family room Ibra did not see the trunk of the mother's nose, as a result the room became a second destination. Niente. There is no room either. He doesn't like to scream just to call his mother. Prefer to look in each room.

“Bi, Mother where?” ask Ibra on Bi Tuti – helper in her house who is carrying a tray containing four bowls of fruit salad.

“Same mother Father again in the dining room, Mas. This I also want to inter-food,” Bi Tuti replied casually, “Tumben clock as soon as it's home, Mas? Usually go home magrib.”

“Kan Mommy is sick again, Bi. What kind of pain does Mother have, anyway? Last morning was still breakfast together, noon was sick.”

Bi Tuti stopped his steps. The forehead that was decorated with fine sweat was tightly wrinkled. The next second even scratched the head that was clearly not itchy. “Mother is not sick, Mom. Healthy mother walafiat, even again eat the same Bu Sekar and Pak Fajar.”

Hearing the name of Bu Sekar and Pak Fajar slightly made Ibra suspicious. By the way, the two of them were front neighbors of the house. The slightly awkward thing was, their gathering formation was complete. Tumben.

Throughout the friendship, they could gather with a complete formation was a rare thing. It can be counted on the fingers. Usually only Bu Sekar who came for the rally with his mother or Mr. Fajar who usually play chess with his Papa. The four rarely get together at one time. Even if it happens there is usually an important thing that needs to be broken down seven days and seven nights.

Unwilling to think of the strange Ibra followed Bibi into the back room. An open area often used for family gatherings. Arriving at the scene of the crime, sure enough. The four men were busy chatting while enjoying a meal while driving a car like a man in a car.

“Bun,” greet Ibra. Everyone who was engrossed in enjoying the piece of fruit turned to focus on it. Being stared at so intensely a little made Ibra awkward to the point of rubbing the back of her neck to reduce nervousness. “Says Mother is sick? I think it's okay, huh?” Ibra walked up to her mother. Stretched out his hands and gently kissed the back of his mother's hand.

“Tadi, anyway, it hurts, but just look at you the pain immediately blurred.”

Ibra could only smile at her mother's behavior. Turning his eyes to his two neighbors, Mr. Fajar and Bu Sekar throw a smile as soon as the three face each other. “Halo, Om, Aunt?”

“Yo. Smooth work, Ib?” This is Mr. Dawn, his age has indeed entered the age of fifty years, but from the way of talking and dressing is no less relaxed than the thirty-year-old young man. Just look at how he replied to Ibra's greeting in a pretentious style.

“Alhamdulillah smoothly, Om. Tumben, here, get-together, again there is a business plan let alone?”

“You know if we want any business, Ib.” Mr. Fajar sipped his coffee and at the end of the gulp he pulled out a pretty loud ‘ah’ sentence. “You guys ask for advice from you too.”

“You sit down first. His intention is Papa the same Om Fajar want a business of buying and selling catfish, Ib. What do you think the prospect is?” This is Papa – Dika Mahendra.

After retiring and handing over the company to Ibra, Dika still did not want to stay silent. There are many businesses that he and his friends and neighbors are in. From buying and selling gallon water to buying and selling snails.

“Business of buying and selling snails failed, Pa?” The question is reasonable because all the businesses they live in no one has succeeded. Just makes Ibra dizzy every time the Papah urgency because of loss.

Last time, before the snail business both raised quails, but failed because the bird on the run.

In the chair opposite Pak Fajar even laughed out loud until his shoulders shook. “Fuck it, Ib. The snails are dead, some run away too. Maybe not at home because the cage is hot.”

Ibra has not yet responded. Her father laughed. “We should install AC, sir. At least love the fan so that the snail feels at home.”

By the earth and the rest of Ibra did not want to deal with these two men. He believes that his mother lied every time she told him about her father's youth. Very contradictory.

In the story version of the parent. His father was an authoritative and charismatic man. Cold and firm in certain matters. However, the one now sitting next to him was far from the description above. Dika Mahendra this is more like .. have forgotten it.