Destiny Love Kinara
Not Your business

Once inside the room, Kinar immediately placed two crackle bags on the study table and threw a bag that was coiled on his shoulders onto the mattress, along with that Kinar dropped his body. Close your eyes slowly and take a deep breath.

“I have to take out the clothes Dika gave me. I don't care if she loves anyone, at least she doesn't have to manage the way I dress. I can wear whatever I like. “ Kinar grumbled, he got up from the bed and pulled the secluded suitcase since he set foot in the Dika mansion. Open the suitcase and take out the contents, putting together one by one his clothes in the closet.

“Ah I remember, it's a lebaran shirt from mom. This year there is no father. Don't cry Kinar, don't cry.” Kinar raised his face, hoping that the tears that welled up in his eyeballs did not fall down his cheeks.

“Nothing to cry about, Dad is happy there. No more pain, I should be proud to see your daughter. Despite being so heavy, I still survive running the mandate from you.” Kinar flicked his hands near his eyes, moving like he was pushing away tears that were about to spill. And it turns out it worked.

A few minutes Kinar had finished removing the clothes given by Dika from the closet and replaced them with clothes belonging to Kinar. This time his eyes glanced at the two bags of crackles that were on his study table. His hand began to open the crackle bag and take out the contents. “Ah, receipt.” Kinar opened the bag and took out the receipt from inside. He began to read the name of the item and the price listed there.

“Kripik cassava sukaku only as expensive as this, try to buy in the traditional market. At this price can get half a kilo of cassava chips.” Kinar put the cassava chips he bought at the mini market after college this afternoon.

“This is what else, expensive is not kelulungan. This one is also expensive, and shopping like this alone has spent two hundred thousand. I have to find a job immediately, otherwise my savings will run out. Ah, maybe tomorrow I stop by the motorcycle dealer first. Look for used matic motors only, but used ones usually ngadat. Like the father's motorbike that often denggadat, the used motorbike and the price is cheap, the motorbike so often whiny. A little in the workshop, the promise is not to play.” After removing all the groceries from the crackle bag, Kinar sat on the edge of the bed while thinking hard.

“But if you buy a new motorbike my savings will not be enough, atm there are only eight million. Or just credit? Where can I pay for every bull. Ah, it's better I eat first, hungry once.” Kinar got up from the bed, grabbed a pack of instant noodles. His steps were moving towards the kitchen.

Since childhood Kinara is a cheerful and unyielding girl, when entering Kinara Middle School can already help the family's economy by selling fried foods, every morning she always brings some kind of fried food. Even to sell pulses he did. Kinara's independence continued to be brought until High School, he continued to sell, follow the short story writing competition, even work part-time. So it was only natural that Kinara had money saved up and never wanted to trouble others. Including her husband, the one who clearly hates her. It was certain that Kinar would think twice about using money from Dika.

“Mistress, do you want to eat? I will prepare, what do you want to eat?” Aunt Ane asked as soon as she saw Kinar step closer to the kitchen.

“No need bi, I prepare myself only.” Kinar shook his head accompanied by a smile on his face.

“It's okay, Mistress. This is already my job.” Aunt Ane insisted.

“Really no need, Bi. Just let me. Aunty can go and rest.” Kinar tried to convince.

“That, if you may know what your favorite food is, Mistress?” Ask aunt Ane.

“I am not a picky person. Anything I can eat, well as long as there is rice. Hehehe..” Kinar chuckled, Aunt Ane just scrunched her forehead.

“For example what kind of food? Western Cuisine or Asian Cuisine?” again Aunt Ane asked to be sure.

“Ah... the.” Kinar scratched his non-itchy head, accompanied by a wide smile.

How am I supposed to say it? I prefer ketoprak, eggplant balado, even salted anchovy oreg. Inner Kinar.

“So what do you want mistress to eat today?” aunty Ane's questions spread Kinar's daydreams, he was aghast racking his brain to answer Aunt Ane's questions.

"Today I'll cook myself, bi." Kinar.

“Fried rice.” Answer the original Kinar while raising his horse's smile.

“Nasi fried seafood?” Aunt Ane scratched her head again.

“Nasi fried egg cow eyes, maybe.” Kinar.

It's aunt Ane, can you leave me alone? Pinar.

“Alright, tomorrow auntie will prepare beef-eye fried rice for breakfast, Madam. Excuse me first, Madam.” Aunt Ane left the kitchen, smiling politely as she bent her body.

“Where are the pancakes? A kitchen this big is there no pot? There might be a frying pan around there.” Kinar went around looking for a pan, his eyes sparkling when he found a small pot. As fast as lightning, the Kinar fills the water in the pot, turns on the stove and waits for its water to boil.

“What are you doing here?”

"Gosh, I'm surprised, I." Kinar was aghast when he heard Dika's voice. “What else can be done in the kitchen besides cooking and eating? Do you think I'm doing gymnastics?” Kinar.

“As far as you are, I don't care.” Dika walked towards the fridge, opened the fridge and took out the mineral water from it. Pour into a glass and gulp it down.

“Lian times if you want to drink you have to sit, drink while standing is not good.” Kinar.

“Uhuk..” When he choked, he put the glass down violently until a loud sound was heard.

“What is your business, I drink while standing, while sleeping or even while dancing it is also my business, not yours. You do not need to interfere about my life.” said Dika menyjar Kinar with a sentence so cruel.

“Serah.” Kinar.

Just this time I met an ungrateful human, I should have just let it go. Inner Kinar.

“Ah, already boiling.” As soon as he saw the boiling water, Kinar directly drowned the instant noodles and then put the seasoning into it and covered the panc. Not how long the instant noodles are ripe. Kinar took the noodles to the dining table, sat down on a chair and opened the lid of the pot and stirred it.

“Why do you eat such unhealthy food? There is a lot of food in this house.” said Dika.

“What do you care, I want to eat unhealthy food is not your business, you do not need to interfere with my life problems!” Kinar returned Dika's words, his hands began to busily stir, lifting the instant noodles and putting them into his mouth.

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