Destiny Love Kinara
Too Rough on Me

Dika widened, his eyes were completely rounded perfectly with a red face extinguished. “You are completely beyond my expectations, Kinara. You're a pretty tough woman, pretty decent. But I warn you, beware if you are sick and trouble me. Ciiih..” Dika sneered, kicking one of the chairs in front of him passed away leaving Kinar at the dining table.

“I should just throw this instant noodles in his face. Why do the faces and sentences that are spoken never match? It turns out to be true the saying that says do not judge a book by its cover. Dika is the most obvious example of that saying.” Kinar again stirred the instant noodles and grumbled. “Because of her instant noodles so swollen. There is nothing good about that guy. Shitty, arrogant, stone-hearted, aih really no good-nice.” Kinar stuffed the instant noodles into his mouth and chewed quickly.

Kinar was still continuing to eat while Dika grumbled all the way to the room. “It should have been Kinara who prepared the water for me to take a bath, but just looking at her face had fed me up. Never mind, I always prepare my own water.” Dika continued to grumble, even while taking off all his clothes.

Meanwhile at the dinner table.

“Ah noodles instans that have swelled are not good, all this because of that person.” Kinar got up from the chair, carrying the pot and his eyes back around looking for a dishwasher.

“Gosh, the dishwasher is far away. Why should I stand, I really more comfortable washing dishes while sitting well... Upik ash still just upik ash..” The luminar again grumbled, sometimes changing with laughter. He laughs at himself, an ash scoop who was stranded at the palace but remains back to his ashes. At first, Kinar thought she would be loved and loved by her husband. It turned out that it was only a dream, not the love that Kinar got but endless humiliation.

Kinar put the pot back into place. His steps began to sway while thinking hard. “Mandi first or clean the man's room, yeah? He said before eight o'clock in the evening his room should be tidy, right? I wonder, aren't there many servants in this mansion? Why should she bother cleaning her own room, I really don't think out with men like her.” Kinar spurred his steps, ascending one by one stairs and already standing in front of the door of Dika's room. Slowly his hand began to press the door handle and his body disappeared behind the room door.

“Waaah.. Look, the room is huge. Even the bathroom is bigger than my room, is he really a human with a heart? I'm afraid God forgot to give him a conscience.” Kinar began picking up one by one the clothes scattered on the floor.

Ceklaac...

“Are you used to grumbling behind me, Kinar?” Dika came out of the bathroom with her hair still wet, from the tip of her hair dripping water fell one by one on her shoulders. While the stocky body is only wrapped in a towel that is circular from the waist to the top of the knee.

“Oh my God, surprise me." The shinar twisted its body and searched for the source of the sound. When finding Dika already standing in front of him would make Kinar surprised. "Ap...what are you doing? Bare chest like that, you think I'd be tempted to look at your body?” Kinar gulped, hastily turning his face away.

“I also do not want to show you the beauty of my body, this is the work of God who gives the body in such a way for me. You shouldn't have seen it.” Dika grabbed a small towel that hung perfectly on the stand hanger and used the towel to dry her hair.

God has created you with the beauty of your face and body, but He has not given you mercy. Kinara.

“I also don't want to see it.” Kinar.

“Do you think I'm happy to be in your room? If it wasn't for my job to clean your room, why would I be here? You think I want to sleep in your room? Don't dream. I'd rather sleep in the kitchen than sleep in one room with you.” Kinar raised the volume of his voice.

This certainly makes Dika angry not dumbass. His hand was already swinging high pointing at the exit. “Exit from my room. I could have a heart attack if I kept arguing with you.”

Kinar sneered. “I'm out, once you're done getting dressed you can call me. I'll wait outside, the sooner you behead me the better for me.” Kinar stomped his feet hard, pressed the door handle and disappeared behind the door.

“Gosh, how could I marry a woman like her. Kinara's attitude is no soft-soft, much different from Carissa.” Dika sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her hair firmly. “How should I explain this marriage to Carissa, if only it wasn't for this father's last wish. I had to make Kinar withdraw from this marriage, it was the only way that I could return to Carissa's side.”

Dika got up from the bed, walked to the closet, opened and chose the clothes he would wear. When choosing casual clothes, only a light brown long-sleeved T-shirt whose arms are raised half to below the elbows, combined with dark blue jeans. Don't forget Dika wrapped the clock on his wrist. He walked to the front of the big glass, visible reflection of his body from head to toe. His hands began to comb the hair that was still half wet, then the mangosteen seemed to signal to himself if his appearance was good enough. Before opening the room door, Dika wore a pair of colored sneakers matching the shirt she wore.

Cheque....

Dika opened the room door and found Kinar sitting in front of his room, barefoot, hugging his legs and buried his face between his legs.

“Build..” Dika kicked the rough tip of Kinar's leg until it made him reddish in color. Kinar gasped, he raised his face and found Dika who was already standing in front of him with both hands folded on his chest and not left behind a sinister smile that was clearly visible on his face.

"Is this how you wake me up, Dika?" Kinar stroked the reddened tip of his leg.

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