Destiny Love Kinara
Portrait of Another Woman in My Husband's Room

“Will I care if your feet bleed or not?” Dika smirked in satisfaction. “If you are not strong with my attitude, you can leave this mansion.”

Kinara let out a long bellow then got up and tidied up her tangled clothes. “Dream as much as you can, Dika. For sure I won't give up and make you smile happily with that woman.” Kinara passed away leaving Dika, she disappeared behind the bedroom door.

He clenched his hand and hit the wall of his room. “Sial, what way must the girl give up on this marriage."

Once inside the room, Kinara wiped away the tears flowing down her cheeks. Not because of the pain on her toes, more than that because Dika did not appreciate it in the slightest as a wife.

“Dad, did you know? It turns out that the high education of a person does not guarantee the height of his heart.

The most obvious proof is that the daughter-in-law that you chose for me, she never valued me as her wife in the least. Are you happy with my marriage? If you are happy, then I am happy too. Hikss.. hiks...” Kinara complained accompanied by sobs.

He knows for sure, complaining will not give way out.

But taking out the lumps in her heart could reduce the heavy burden Dika gave off.

“Try dad see, he even kicked my leg just to ask me to clean his room. Does he have a mouth to wake me up? Or don't have hands to shake my body?

Why kick my leg? Hiks..” The more and more sobbing, he again swept away the megalir tears without being able to compromise.

“Dad see, I was even picking up his dirty clothes.

Either I'm his wife or his servant. Even a waiter's room might be bigger than mine now.” Kinara started picking up one by one the dirty clothes scattered on the floor and putting them in the basket.

Kinara began to clean the mattress, tidied up some books scattered on the floor and returned them to the bookshelf in the room.

His legs kept swinging, his eyes vigilantly looking for anything he could tidy up. This time his eyes began to focus on the wall, there were many portraits of women in Dika's room.

On the nightstand, on the bookshelf, and in some other sections. From the one with the largest size, medium, to small photos in his room. As Kinara's eyes began to blur, he dropped his body on the floor. Kinar back sobbing,

this time it was not only tears that could not be compromised, but his chest also felt tight.

Kinara bent both her legs, hugged her knees and buried her face between her leg shells. This time not to sleep, but to cry bitterly shed all the pain that Dika described in his heart.

“How could there be such a cruel man, God? He not only kept the name of another woman in his heart, but put up a portrait of another woman in his room. Arghhhh.. hikss..” Kinar smacked his hand into the chest, doing it over and over again hoping the pain in his heart could be treated.

“Ah... it hurts so much.

Until your heart asks me to clean your room, Dika. Until your heart made me see how my husband put a portrait of another woman in his room, while not a single one of my faces was here. To the heart,

you are truly a human being with no conscience, Dika. Hiksss..” Kinara froze, a split second as she rubbed her tears back, regulating the rhythm of her breathing. Kinar got up from the floor, stepped closer to the large glass that revealed all the reflections of his body, Kinara focused on his eyes.

After making sure her face no longer showed any gloom, Kinara stepped towards the door. Pressing door handle,

then get out of the room to look for a duster and a broom. Kinara's rush down the stairs. His eyes went around looking for anyone he met.

“Ah, aunt Ane.” Kinara ran over to Ane's aunt who happened to be cleaning the living room.

“Iya, Mistress. Can I help you?” Aunt Ane smiled and her body half bent.

“Where are the duster and broom, I need it.” Kinara didn't want any pleasantries, the sooner out of the room Dika would be better for her.

“I need a broom and a duster, no?” Kinara repeated her request, this time aunt Ane did not mishear. Kinara actually asked her to bring him a broom and a bell, two things that the young mistress should not touch in this house.

“But, Mistress..” Aunt Ane was still hesitant to give those two things away.

“This is an order from, your master. Please bring me a kemoc and broom.” The last weapon that Kinara could use was only Dika's name.

As expected, upon hearing the last sentence from Kinara, Ane's aunt only nodded and hurriedly picked up the two objects that Kinara had requested.

Aunty Ane had returned with a duster in her left hand and a broom in her right.

“This is the item you requested, madam.” Aunt Ane held out the two things very politely. Although his heart was filled with big question marks, but he who was only a housekeeper did not have enough courage to ask Kinara further.

“Thank you, Bi.” Once the pot and broom were in his hands, Kinara again spurred a little step running down the room then ascending the stairs until his body disappeared again in Dika's room.

“I don't care about the portrait of another woman in my husband's room, I just need to duck down and not look at it. I must immediately clean this room and get out of this damned room.” Kinara grumbled, though,

his hands began to sweep the floor. His eyes looked back at the woman's picture.

“Haaah..”.

Kinara moaned long. “I cannot escape like a coward, I must be able to face the reality that is before my eyes.” Kinara started walking closer to the photos hanging neatly on the walls of Dika's room.

“My budget."

"My love."

"My love.'

Kinar took turns looking at the woman's photo and reading the writing at the bottom of her photo.

“That selfish man could so gently give this woman a call of affection. What's his name, Dad? I forgot.” Kinara went back around trying to figure out the name of the woman whose picture was scattered in her husband's room.

Kinara pulled the corner of her lips when she found one of the photos with the name on the bottom. “Carissa Kaylee, her name is as beautiful as her face. It's only right if that guy adores you so much, is Kaylee your family's big name?” Kinara stared in a portrait of Carissa.

“If you are a woman and her love, then what am I?" Kinara looked down inside.

"Of course, the way of God is the same. The only difference is the bend and the pebble, maybe now the pebbles I incandescent hurt my heart, but who knows tomorrow. Right now the most important thing for me is just, I have to study as best I can. Grabbing my ideals and making my mother and sister happy.”

Kinara cleaned Dika's room again. Sometimes his eyes were fixed on the portrait of the woman.

"I won't take your place, I don't even intend to take it from you. But I must maintain my status, the status that my father's last mandate was. I don't care who you are or where you come from. I can't give up at the moment." Kinara smiled bitterly.

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