Destiny Love Kinara
I'm Not A Good Woman

"But you drive, don't you?” Kinara.

“Better you wear it, Agra. Anyway I'm sitting in the back, you need the helmet more.” Kinara refused politely.

“Already, Kinara. Don't argue with me, okay?" Agra is forcing.

"But...." Kinara was still hesitant, not until the heart let Agra go bare-headed when driving his motorcycle.

"Come on." Agra continues to force.

“Good.” Kinara had no other choice, with a heavy heart he received the helmet.

“Do you not have a helmet for women, Agra?” Kinara was flipping through that very heavy and over-tight helmet. Obviously it is a typical male motorcycle helmet.

“I don't have, maybe after this I will buy it.” Agra scratched his non-itchy head.

“Buy it?” Kinara.

“Originally you know, Kinara. I never allowed anyone to ride my favorite bike, you were the first and only woman. I go out with girls a lot, but I always drive my car. Not once brought them with my motor.” Agra explained.

“Come, Agra. You think I'm a kid? You can't lie to me.” Kinara could not believe it.

“You believe it or not it's your business, my business is just delivering what becomes a reality.” Agra reassured.

What Agra says is the truth. The motorbike he drove was the motorbike given by his late brother, a motorbike that became the most beautiful gift when Agra had his eighteenth birthday. It was also the last gift her sister gave her. Agra appreciates his bike very much and never allows any woman to ride it. For the first time Agra allowed a woman to ride her motorcycle, and that woman was Kinara Amalia.

Kinara can only silence a thousand languages.

“I'm not a good man, Kinara. I don't deny that. But for a good woman like you I wouldn't lie about how I feel, for a good woman wouldn't I have to change for the good? Does not the soul mate fit our reflection.” Agra stroked his neck to reduce embarrassment.

Kinara. Not believing that Agra's feelings for her were not as simple as Kinara had thought all along.

"I'm not a good woman, Agra. You're wrong to judge me that way, you don't know who I am yet.” Kinara lowered her head.

How can a woman who covers her identity as a wife, not be able to recognize her status in front of others be called a good woman? Inner Kinara was sad.

“What underlies you saying so vilely to judge yourself, Kinara? Does not God always close the disgrace of His servants? Why do you so easily say that you are not a good woman? From my glasses, you're the best girl I've ever met.” Agra seriously.

“I can't give you a reason. But I can assure you, Agra. I'm not a good woman. Please, you better throw away your feelings for me, I'm afraid you're falling too deep until you can't get up again.” Kinara pleaded, really hoping Agra didn't put her heart into it.

“If indeed I have to fall into the deepest and darkest hole even once. If it was to love you, I would do it. It will be worth it even if it can't have you yet, even if it can only see your face. There's always God's hand to pull me out of that dark, deep hole, isn't there?” Agra.

“You don't understand, Agra. I've...” Kinara stopped her sentence, long moaning. Trying as hard as anything, Kinara could not explain about her status to Agra.

“What are you doing, Kinara? Is your past so bad that you can't go on with your sentence and hang it like that?” Agra guess.

“Then? Look, no matter how bad your past is. I can take it, even if it's worse than my prasangkaku.” Agra was reassured.

“Agra, I beg you. It's not about my past, it's just about our circumstances. We both met at the wrong time.” Kinara half-begged, trying to give understanding to Agra.

“That means God participated in this mistake, right? Isn't our meeting over God's intervention?” Agra.

“Agra, enough! We've only met twice, have we deserved our conversation so far?” Kinara shouted, not knowing what else to say and having to give any more excuses. Agra was really unwilling to give up.

“Even a handsome prince who married cinderella fell in love in seconds, why can't I?” Agra is defending.

"Love doesn't come because we've known each other for a long time, Kinara. Love comes when my eyes fall into your eyes. And my heart was pounding when it came close to you, even seeing your smile was like a palanquin to me. Then what should I call this if not love?" Agra lowered her head.

“I'm not a Cinderella and you're not a prince, Agra. I'm just an ordinary woman, not the least I dream of being a princess who lives happily like in a fairyland.” Kinara lowered her head, wiping away the tears that started to crystallize in the corner of her eyes.

“What kind of pain makes you hate me so much, Kinara? I can bear it, as long as you give me one reason. If that reason can be accepted, then I will give up chasing after you.” Agra threw a glance at his eyes, far away glaring at the loose sky.

I don't hate you, Agra. No, it's just time that's not on our side. Such a heartless time brought us together when I belonged to another man. Inner Kinara was sorry.

It's not about hate or love at first sight, it's about how the world is so cruel to Agra, when her heart is all over one woman. And the woman actually rejected him outright, not yet established a love story. Kinara had already decided on Agra's expectations so cruelly.

How the world so cruelly treats an unappreciated Kinara in his own home, but in the puja of another man outside his home.

"Let time answer, Kinara. God still loves me, right? There is always a God way that we cannot guess.”

Kinara could only remain silent, silent as if she did not know what to say. From the gaze of Agra's eyes clearly implied honesty and sincerity. But now she is a woman who has become the wife of Dika Mahendra, although Dika denies the marriage and never appreciates it as a wife. However, Kinara must survive and still fight for her father's final mandate.

“Now smile and quickly go up, we have to race with time.” Agra sentence breaks Kinara's daydream.

Kinara took a deep breath, trying to restore her mood. For a while Agra could make the wound in his heart caused by Dika disappear just like that. After her feelings had improved again, Kinara smiled knotfully.

“How to wear it? Maybe I'll suffocate and die before I get to campus.” Kinara snorted, completely disliking Agra's helmet.

Cute... How could I give up on getting you, Kinara? A simple girl who wasn't even glared at the reel of treasures I had. How just because of a girl like you, I can go crazy half-dead. Inner Agra gomas.

“From, approach.” Agra turned his body to the side, while his position was still sitting on the motor. He attached the helmet to Kinara, his heart clearly pounding like a war drum when he saw the natural beauty that was emanating on Kinara's face.

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