Destiny Love Kinara
Father Death

~There is nothing more painful than a farewell than death.

Death hurts more than separation itself.

If the longing for the one that still exists, even the longing is never reciprocated, but the longing remains until.

But giving a longing to someone who is gone.

Not only will it never be reciprocated, but also miss it will never be until~

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"So mothers and fathers whom I respect. Introduce this is Kinar's husband, his name is Dika, and this is Dika's mother, his name is Bu Marta." Mirna pointed at besan and her mant in turn.

"He is my besan it means Kinara's in-laws" he said flatly but there was a faint smile on his face.

"Kinar and Dika got married about four hours ago, Mom, sir. Witnessed by Mr. Penghulu as a government witness, two other witnesses from the Dika family, and directly handed over by the late father of Kinar himself, before he breathed his last," he explained.

Mirna introduced Dika to the neighbors, Dika who had been standing next to Kinar's mother could only smile and nod slowly.

It was enough for Dika to answer the questions of the people who kept dropping eyes on her, since the first time Dika got out of the car, as if asking 'who is this man?' thought.

The neighbors who were present to help with the funeral of Kinara's father were only beards, understood.

Penghulu who was also specifically asked to appear as a witness also confirmed the sentence said Mirna.

It was not without reason that Mirna bothered to gather the neighbors, and make an announcement about her son's marriage.

Mirna realized, as a village person saw the closeness between unmarried men and women, is a taboo and will be the subject of gossip people. And Mirna doesn't want her favorite daughter to be gossip.

Like that Mirna more or less introduced new members in her family, although now honestly Mirna wants to remain silent, and continue to make do'a for men who are now lying stiff, stiff, shrouded and pale-faced.

Mirna realized, she must stay strong. At the very least, you have to pretend to look strong.

Yeah, h

looks strong even though he is basically incapable of doing that.

In the corner of the door, in an age-eaten wooden chair sat a girl with a shabby face, shabbyer than dry laundry that had not been ironed.

If before showing sadness only the face with white skin it often looks pale. What else is with today?

All the lines on the girl's face looked stiff, her face deathly pale like an undead.

Her thin lips looked dry, like telling everyone she had not yet gulped a drop of water.

His eyes are not too big, look a little swollen, the eye bags are a little blackened, like telling everyone, he has not slept in the sleep of the goods a minute.

Not seeing the happy side in the spotlight of his eyes, most women will have sparkling eyes when they find themselves no longer single.

But what he needs to show is what he has shown. A feeling of crumbling, of deep sadness, like wanting to scream with all his might. Ask for relief, if only you could.

Death is not a bargaining chip, unlike when he got a bad grade from one of the lecturers, he can still bargain. Find a solution and then negotiate.

No!!

The workings of God are different, what is Absolute to Him, not a single voice can offer a comparison.

Black hair apnjang only tied rubber bands, with simple clothes, do not forget he took off high heels shoes that make a sound ‘klatak-klatak’ when colliding with the floor. And Kinara doesn't like that.

He replaced it with flip-flops that always fit and comfortable when worn.

Watch Image!

No one can arrange how to dress, how to dress, anyway not. There is no interruptions.

Next to Kinara, there was a crying voice that sounded quite loud. The sound of crying came from his sister, Manda.

Amanda, who was too young to feel how bitter she was, was certainly unable to cover up the sadness of her heart. What must be spilled, must still be spilled.

Amanda cried so much, sobbing to call her father's name, even had to shake the body of the man who had accompanied her for sixteen years.

Kinar continued to tightly hug Amanda's body, trying to strengthen her heart, trying to become a sturdy pillar for her only sister.

***

In the small room, in the narrow living room, Kinara's father's body lay stiff, the living room that could only accommodate approximately twenty people, even then with an empty state, the living room was empty, chairs and tables have been issued, as well as televisions that only measure 21 inches.

Some people had surrounded Kinara's father's body in the middle, holding it, twisting it, tying it, until it covered part of his face.

Kinara saw that her father could only be silent, the man who usually always commented on whatever Kinara was doing, was now silent.

No protests, no comments. He seemed resigned to whatever others would do to his body.

Kinara did not have a big heart, it did not have a wide spaciousness. He could sit in front of his father. Seeing for himself his father wrapped in a shroud.

“Sabar, Kinara, the promise of God cannot be delayed or advanced. We as human beings can only accept and live it sincerely, sincerely. Don't weigh your father's journey, don't make his grave dark, already." Mirna gently stroked the top of her eldest son's head.

"Right now your role is no longer to give your father his favorite food and drink, as we often do in the past.

Now your role is one, being a dutiful child, from which your prayers can lighten your father's afterlife burden." has moved to caress Amanda's head.

"Be a wife who is obedient to the husband, son, fulfill your father's last request well.” Mirna patted the backs of her children who had been shaking up and down because they continued to sob.

Their breaths were wheezing, their body temperature was rising, it was extremely hot. No words came out of Kinara's mouth, and she could not even move her head.

Kinara simply fell silent, with tears still flowing down her cheeks. The look in his eyes was bright, there was no more laughter in it.

***

It's dark enough, dusk's coming soon. Such is the world, will not stop spinning despite losing one of its inhabitants.

The world continues to carry out its portion to carry out God's Word. The sky never knew how painful Kinara was.

Some people had already left that place, as well as Dika.

Dika was forced to leave Kinara, a family business he said.

“Bu, I can't stay here long. There are some jobs I cannot leave behind. I picked Kinara, yes, Mom. One more week, I will send a personal assistant to come pick up Kinara.”

That's more or less explained. Before leaving, Dika had handed a beautiful box of red heart to Kinara.

Kinara did not know what it contained, he just put the box in just any place.

I don't know, at the moment nothing can attract his attention, except to stir the soil that is still wet, with a sprinkling of flowers on it and a piece of wood bearing his father's name.

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