Destiny Love Kinara
Agra Mobile

“Already, no one can resist your wishes, right?” Kinara grabbed the jacket, put it on and let her long hair be stored inside Agra's jacket.

Agra smiled with satisfaction.

Agra has driven the bike.

“You know where the warteg is?” Agra slightly shouted, the helmet made his voice sink.

“Which I know, I will still be new in this city.” Kinara shouted.

Agra pulled the bike over, took off the helmet and twisted his body. “Try searching on google warteg around A.” road

“Good.” Kinara pulled out her phone and started typing.

“There is one warteg on this road, is it close enough from here?” Kinara thrust her phone in front of Agra's face.

Agra began to read a row of street names and names of nearby warteg displayed on a mobile phone screen.

“Remember the name is warteg sari rasa, your eyes it look left right. Don't look at me keep.” Agra put his helmet back on.

"You think my head has two? Look left, left, right, right. You have to choose one.” Kinara.

Really stubborn.

Agra.

“I choose you.” Agra chuckles.

“It does not include.” Kinara snorted, Agra just smiled. He's back on his bike. It was not long before Kinara patted Agra's shoulder.

Agra pulled the bike over. “What the hell, wear pat-tap shoulder all.”

“That's loh.” Kinara.

“Aih, that's the warteg. That's why it's so small, Kinara? Are you sure it's a place to eat?” Agra put down his helmet and got off the bike.

“What do you think? The washroom? You don't see people eating? Yes obviously it's warteg.” Kinara stepped closer to the warteg, Agra trailing from behind.

"What's here hygienic?” Agra doubtful.

“Hopefully, but not all the food places on the roadside are dirty and slovenly, Agra.

You need to pay more attention to them, they need your money too. Fortunately, they work and do not ask for the mercy of others,

we should also help the economy of the small traders.” Kinara was still walking, getting closer to the warteg.

Agra was only glued, amazed by the kindness that emanated from Kinara's heart.

Warteg Sari Rasa's.

“Bang, half-serving rice. Use vegetable soup with omelet, do not forget the sauce well, bang.” Kinara immediately ordered the food as soon as she had sat down at the warteg. “What do you want to eat, Agra?”

Agra. “Eh..? Just like you ordered.”

“You sure?” Kinara.

Agra nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“You want a potato pedal?” Kinara.

“Per... per what?” Agra's face was confused.

Kinar laughs. “Already, I will choose food for you.”

“Bang, another half-serving rice with vegetable soup, parchment and fried chicken well.” Kinara ordered food for Agra.

“You want mustofa?” Kinar.

Oh my God, what else is that? when did the name of a person become a food name?

Agra satin, wonder.

“Mus... what mus? Musafir?” Agra was completely confused by the name of the food Kinara had just mentioned.

“About mustofa.” Kinara tapped on the transparent glass that constrained the food menu in the warteg, pointing at the mustofa potato he was referring to.

“Ti.no, it's enough.” Agra surrender.

“Thank you, bang.” Kinara received two rice dishes from the warteg owner. “Es sweet tea two well, bang.”

“Well, try.” Kinara placed the plate of food she ordered for Agra.

Agra stared at the plate, this whole life the first time Agra ate in a warteg with the name of a foreign-sounding food in his ear, especially with the name of the food that was last mentioned Kinara.

“Come, eaten.” Kinar had already scooped the rice from his plate and was chewing casually. “Try first, great cooking.” Kinara.

Agra started scooping the rice, cutting the perkdel and fried chicken and then stuffing the spoon into his mouth.

Protect me, Lord. I hope my stomach is compromised.

Agra.

“How?” Kinara was curious about Agra's response to the food that had just landed in her mouth.

“Apanya.” Agra pretended not to understand, although he actually understood clearly where Kinara's question was headed.

“E... yummy, coke, yummy.” Agra grinned, clearly seen forced.

Aih, what exactly does this young master usually eat? I have chosen a fairly expensive menu, already use fried chicken anyway.

Kinara.

“Discover your plate.” Kinara Pinta.

"What else? No, Kinar. This is enough." Agra shakes.

"Give me, come on." Kinara.

Agra gave up, he thrust his plate of food.

"Bang asked for mustofa, yah.”

Oh, that again. The name of the food is strange, what else is it like.

Agra grumbled in his heart. For a lifetime, he would not dare to say directly in front of the warteg lovers.

They lined up, sitting next to Agra like participants who were participating in the eating competition. Agra glanced beside her canoe.

Jeez, his legs are hanging in the chair.

“Well, try the mustofanya.” Kinara put the plate that had mustofa on top of his rice.

“This, what was it? A traveler? Musrofa?” ask Agra.

“Mustofa, try it first.” Kinara.

Forcing, besides being stubborn I just found out if Kinar is smart to force. I didn't get stuck making it.

Inner Agra.

“How?” ask Kinara.

Agra tried it, scooping a mustofa potato and swallowing it. “This, delicious. Seriously delicious, criuk and the spice tasted. I like this mustapa.” Agra again scoops the rice and mustofanya potatoes.

“Mustofa, Agra, mustofa.” Kinara.

“Well, that's it.”

After finishing eating, Kinara glanced at the circular watch on her left wrist.

I should be done soon, I should go to college. Duh, I don't have Alisa's number.

Forgot to ask anyway.

“Agra, do you have Alisa's number?” Kinara sipped her sweet iced tea. “I need to be with her, I'm afraid Alisa's going home. After this we return to campus yah?”

“Nih, find yourself.” Agra offered his phone. He's too cool with mustofa potatoes.

Kinara received the phone, pressing the small button on the side. Kinara's eyes widened when he saw the wallpaper on Agra's mobile screen.

“Walpaper..” Kinara did not dare to continue his sentence.

“Oh, that's you. From behind, I'm sorry I photographed you secretly, but from behind. I'm even too cowardly to ask for your picture.” Agra sipped her sweet iced tea.

Kinara preferred to be quiet, not wanting to get deeper into hurting Agra's heart.

“Kode?” Kinara.

Agra. The two face off. “Your name, didn't that day you already know?”

Kinara did not know what else to say, everything Agra did was more than enough. Should he be honest? Can Agra still accept Kinara as a friend? If Agra finds out Kinara has hidden her status from Agra. A hint of worry engulfed Kinara's heart.

Kinara started to open Agra's phone, trying to forget her guilt. See the contact list on Agra's phone. The top contact is his name, with the heart symbol on the front and followed by the name ‘My Kinara’.

Deg. Kinara's heart is not careless.

Kinara quickly shifted and searched Alisa's name, but Kinara did not find Alisa's name there. There were only her father's number, her mother's number, and Kinara's number.

“Agra, there are only three numbers on your phone.” Kinara.

Uhukk... Agra chokes. “I forgot, I deleted all contact lists on my phone.”

“Loh, why?” Kinara twisted her body.

“Don't I say it, to be able to accompany a good woman like you I also have to be a good man, right?” Agra. The two face off.

“Then what does it have to do with the number in your hanphone.” Kinara returned Agra's phone.

“You know, Kinara? 90% of my phone occupants are female numbers. The one I've dated, the one I'm dating, and the one I'm going to date.” Agra received the phone and put it back in her pants pocket. “Because I've decided to stop being a jerk, I choose not to get in touch with those women. And the first step I took was to cut off the relationship either by phone or social media.” Agra seriously.

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