Destiny Love Kinara
Te Amo's
“Ah, finally done.” Kinar heaved a sigh of relief. It was as fast as lightning leaving Dika's room. They want to get out of hell in that hell. Kinar was back in his room. Preparing to get inside the bathroom, his body was completely exhausted. Want to feel linger drowning in the water. A light blue towel was already coiled around her neck, but her steps came to a halt when she heard a knock behind the door of her room.
tok tok....
“Sebentar.” Kinar ran over to the room door, pressed the door handle and found Ken already standing there with a big smile on the corner of his lips.
“Goodnight, Mistress.” Ken bowed half his body. “This is your mobile phone, inside it is installed your old card. It is pulse filled and ready to use.” Ken gave Kinar's cell phone.
Kinar glanced, there was not the slightest scratch there, there was no crack, the body of the phone was completely smooth. Much different from the last state when Dika threw the phone on the floor.
Without the slightest suspicious feeling Kinar received the phone. “Thank you, Ken.”
“No need to hesitate, Mistress.” Ken resigned himself. While Kinar again continued his steps that were stalled because of Ken.
Quite a long time Kinar was in the bathroom, spilling all the sweat that had plagued his body all day. She came out with a towel that was coiled around her chest and a small towel that she used as a head covering to dry her wet long hair.
Kinar smiled happily while opening the closet and found his favorite clothes hanging neatly there. No more dresses with light colors that make her eyes hurt, or dresses with exorbitant prices but such as lack of materials and unfinished sewn.
Kinar chose a front buttoned nightshirt, long sleeved, light brown with a pattern of small flowers pink, the pants have a matching color but not patterned. On the front of the nightgown were two medium-sized bags.
Looks like a high school girl's nightgown. After finishing with the clothes, this time it was time for Kinar to dry his hair. There was no hair dryer, she simply rubbed her hair with a small towel, combing and giving the wind a chance to dry her long hair.
“Freshly, it is true said people that bathing is a fairly effective way to restore the condition of the body.”
Instantly, Kinar's eyes were fixed on the cellphone he threw on the mattress. He splashed on the mattress, sat there while folding his legs and long pressing the small button on the side of the phone. The front screen is still black only shows the mobile phone logo in the middle of the screen.
“I can't wait, Manda must have sent me a lot of messages.” Kinar smiled sumringah, just imagining it already made his chest pounding happily.
After the phone turns on perfectly, it appears that some notifications from social media began to appear at the top of the phone screen. There was no message from Manda. Both SMS and chat messages on social media Kinara. Kinar bit the fingertips of his left hand, while his right hand was still holding the phone and staring expectantly at the screen in case a message came in from his sister or a phone call from his mother.
Almost ten minutes Kinara waited, staring at the phone screen with her two pitch-black eyeballs. What he expected was not visible. Kinara panicked, the longing in his heart had already burst out like a lava melt within a volcano that was ready to gush out, hitting whatever was around him.
Kinar squeezed the end of his nightgown and cast an eye toward the wall clock hanging neatly, the time showing at eight p.m. Not too late indeed, but he was not up to the heart to continue his ego, contacting his sister to just hear the word hello from two of the most valuable people in his life.
Kinar threw the phone beside his body and laid himself on the bed, covering his face with both hands. There was a long bellow coming out of Kinara's mouth.
Drrt..
A phone call broke Kinara's daydream. Hurry his hand to reach for the phone, slide the green button and stick it in the ear. “Hallo.”
“Finally, after a few hours I tried to contact your number and it turned out my prayers were answered.” The voice across there was definitely not the voice of Manda let alone her Mother, a male voice that still sounded unfamiliar in Kinara's ears.
Kinara kept the phone away from her ear, looked at the phone screen and found that the phone number that was not registered in her phone contact was not recognized by whom. Due to the rush, Kinara had to not see who the phone call was from.
Kinara tried to guess who the last time she shared her phone number was. She was not a careless girl who could share her phone number with anyone, after a long time of hard thinking Kinara could guess whose voice greeted her tonight.
“Hallo?”
“Hallo?”
“Kinar?”
The voice of the man across there spread his mind. Kinara slowly brought the phone closer and stuck it in her ear.
Doubtful, Kinara tried to guess the voice of the man rumbling across there. “Agra Grissham?”
“Yes, right. it's me, Agra." During this time Agra always share himself when his family name is called by the women who pursue him, the family name is one of the reasons he was mobbed by many beautiful women. But this is the first time Agra does not like the frills of his family's power brought in his conversation with Kinara. The family name seemed to be a high separation wall, a differentiator caste that some days makes Agra feel fed up.
“What's up?” Kinara sat down while folding his legs and placed a pillow on the thigh to support his chin.
“I'm busy,” Kinara grunts, for some reason the handsome man who almost cherished all the women of the campus residents always make his heart irritated.
“I'm surprised, you have no lover, not married, then what kind of busyness is so time-consuming, Kinar?” agra's voice sounded like it was trapping prey.
“Everyone has the busyness of each Gra, I am with a busyness that I cannot explain one by one to you. You're with your busyness that you don't need to tell me.” Kinara again flicked down her body, tilted, and was already curled up with a bolster pillow sandwiched between her legs. “Today I'm so tired, Agra. Can we just keep this conversation going in the morning? We'll meet tomorrow morning, right? Please.” Kinara's voice sounded a little pleading.
Agra let out a long sigh, sounding clearly in Kinara's ears. “Alright, no one can refuse your request anyway, Kinara. Good night, te amo.”
Tut's...
Along with the disconnection of the phone, along with Kinara's eyes were perfectly rounded, not because Agra granted his wish easily. The man with such a strong determination as steel had always forced his will on Kinara. Like the effort he made when asking for a mobile number, Kinara.
More than that, Kinara was surprised by Agra's last sentence which made Kinara gasp. Kinara got up, pushed the pillow bolster and tried to remember the last sentence Agra said, the word te amo which comes from Spanish it clearly means I love you.
Although he studied in business, but Kinar understood a little with a few words in foreign languages. Including kalimst te amo uttered by Agra who now teases him.
Kinara did not deny that Agra put her heart on him, but she did not expect that fast the word love said from Agra's mouth.
The meeting is not even more than 1x24 hours.
How could that Young Master of the Grissham family be so irresponsible as to spread seduction on Kinara.
Kinara threw the phone on the bed and dropped her body, hoping that Agra's words were a childish sentence from the sole son of the heir to the Grissham family fortune. Slowly Kinar closed his two metes, he began to drift in the dreamland. Cowering with a blanket covering his body, leaving only the head.
Meanwhile somewhere else.
He clenched his hand. Hit the front of the car seat. Mr. Budi just froze, stayed focused on driving. Not asking or commenting, Budi did not want to worsen the mood of his employer.
How dare that woman, are you playing behind my back, Kinara?
Dika. Angry is not playing when stealing the conversation between Kinara and Agra through his cellphone which is also connected to Kinara's cellphone.
The grissham? Is it possible that the only son of the Grissham family? Ah, there was no way Kinara could fit into the criteria of a woman who could tempt the son of the extended family. I still have to make sure. Inner Dika.
Dika rush to find Ken's name contact on his mobile phone and then quickly contact him lightning.
“Goodnight, Mr.” Ken's voice from across there.
“Investigate who owns phone number +6289876543210 and report it to me as soon as possible. Understand?” Dika snorted, did not want to talk he went straight to the core of the problem.
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