Destiny Love Kinara
Father's Death (part 2)

~Can I say rude? If the sky is so selfish.

Can't delay the evening coming, though,

just let me continue to enjoy my time together, just for a moment.

With people who are now separated by space and time with me.

Can't do?~

The sky never has a compromise, if the time comes then there is nothing that can make the sky undo its intention to change colors.

Not long ago Kinara could see the color of the sky was still very bright, white clouds were still bubbling. But this time the color looks a little dark, there is a yellowing light at the end, the sun is no longer visible. Lost perfectly swallowed by dusk.

Currently Kinara still stroked the white board with black writing, bearing his father's name.

Kinara understood, no matter how long she cried, no matter how long she waited, her father would never come. It will never!

While Amanda, she still holds her father's wet belly button, calling his father's name with a dashed breath. Amanda just hopes her dad can get out of the ground with colorful flowers on it.

With gontai, the body was still shaking and the feeling was shattered. Kinara tried to strengthen her footstool, putting back the blue flip-flops on her feet. Trying to step with the rest of the strength still on his body.

Next to Kinara always stood a woman with a body that was no longer as strong as it used to be. Once upon a time, Kinara remembered the woman's face was so beautiful, so charming, the smile always expanding at the corner of her lips. Her hair was still pitch black, with smooth, firm white skin. The path was very fast, what else when his body moved running around chasing the small bodies of Kinara and Manda.

But at this moment, the woman looked pale, powerless, her skin loosened, and there were clearly wrinkles on her face.

The jet black hair had changed color, white color flourished on his head.

His lips no longer painted a smile and his path was not as strong as it used to be.

The woman often sits in any place when tired of supporting her body while walking long distances.

That woman is Mirna, the mother of Kinara and Amanda.

Well, yeah,

a very contrasting sight, right?

It didn't take long, now dusk has changed night.

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🍃One Week Later🍃

Tok ... tok ...

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door made Kinara wake up from her daydream. Kinara moved to grab the doorknob and open it, not forgetting that she moved her lips several times to train a smile that some time ago disappeared from her face.

"Yes, Mom," said Kinara as soon as the door to her room opened.

A smile appeared on Mirna's lips and she said, "What are you doing?"

"Eh, no, Mom. Just being relaxed," Kinara replied followed a scratch on her head.

"There's something I want to say" Mirna said, holding her daughter's wrist.

Now Mirna is sitting and leaning on the back of a plastic-based chair that is right next to the Kinara bed, in front of the table with a pile of thick books.

“So soon clean your clothes, Kinara, prepare everything from now on, no one is left behind" Mirna said in a flat voice.

That sound sounds like she's throwing away her son, right? But not at all, Mirna only carries out her role as a mother, releasing children who are no longer her responsibility.

Kinar opened the wardrobe, taking out one by one his clothes. “Kinar, don't love her, Mom. Can Kinar live one roof with him without any love in it?” Tngan Kinara is still busy pulling out the contents of the closet.

“You must understand Kinar's return, if it wasn't for Dika's father's kindness, your father might have been gone a long time ago.

During this time Dika's father often helped for your father's medical expenses. If you don't do it out of love, at least do it out of return." Mirna clasped Kinar's hand tightly. This time he felt very selfish to have to say such a cruel sentence to his daughter.

A reply? Can a marriage be done out of return? inner Kinara.

Kinara smiled faintly, she felt like she had already sold herself to a Dika Mahendra.

But for the sake of his father's commission, for the sake of Kinara's service to his father, and for the feelings of his mother. Whatever it is, it hurts and is as heavy as anything. Kinara would do so without the slightest feeling of hesitation.

Kinara did not blame her parents, did not blame anyone, nor did she even blame the fate that she had treated so cruelly.

“Your Father's choice, must be the best for you.” Mirna again stroked Kinara's hand, the hand of the woman who had a rough surface that made Kinara's heart beat, she had to be strong, should not be weak.

Kinara smiled widely, she put the clothes that were still in her hand and grabbed her mother's body and reassured her mother if she was okay.

“Mother also has to take care of herself, Kinar try to be able to contact Mom every day," he said while stroking his mother's arm.

"Hopefully, Kinar can also visit Mom often. Mother and Manda must be strong, Kinar will help Mom as much as possible, as Kinar can. Don't ever get tired of praying for Kinar, well, Mom. Mother's prayer everything for Kinar.”

Kinara wiped her tears, she did not want to look pitiful in front of her mother.

He was no longer able to stem the sadness that filled his heart.

“From the news you heard, It was a good man, son." Mirna stroked the soft top of Kinara's head."

"He was a very responsible and understanding man."

I don't know where Mirna got the news about Dika.

But certainly the news of the bird that Kinar heard was inversely proportional to what his mother said.

Whatever it was, Kinara believed that a Mother's words would be a prayer capable of piercing through the heavens. He certainly hopes, the sentence said by his mother is the real reality.

“Iya Ma'am, Kinar believes. Father's choice will never be wrong.”

Kinara ended the conversation that night with a big smile.

He was again preoccupied with removing and choosing clothes to be brought tomorrow.

Now his hand moved to pick up the pink suitcase from the top of the closet, his body slightly on tiptoes. With persistent effort, the pink suitcase had already opened on his bed.

Kinara immediately put in and arranged one by one her belongings that would be brought to her husband's house, items that Kinar might need in his new home later.

"What time is it?" muttered.

Kinar glanced at the wall and found that the clock was already at number 11.

"Haaah .. time is so fast passing, what will happen tomorrow, I don't know," he hissed.

He lowered the suitcase that already contained all his belongings from the top of the bed, putting it in a standing position next to the closet.

His body collapsed on a small mattress, a moment later Kinara had closed his eyes tightly.

What about tomorrow morning? Ah, let God arrange His scenario, Kinara just needs to play her part well.

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