Destiny Love Kinara
I Don't Need That

Currently Kinara does not need ‘yang patient’ or ‘yang sincere’ and the like. Being on one roof with a stone-hearted human like Dika was more than enough to make Kinara understand what patience and truth were like.

No, he did not need a lecture at length to understand what this life meant, because Dika Mahendra is the most real medium to practice his patience and sincerity.

At this time, all Kinara needed was silence, spending a few minutes crying and making peace with her heart, then smilingly accepting her destiny.

Does he have to give up? Or survive even if it hurts? All the choices are on him.

“No, I can't give up. I haven't reached my limit. No, God. It's my father's only wish, a mandate I've had my whole life. Until the time comes, when death picks me up.” Kinara muttered from under the blanket.

Slowly he broke away from the blanket, concentrating all the strength in both his hands and pulling his body to lean on the back of the chair.

Little by little after her condition began to improve Kinara got out of bed, walking closer to the bathroom. Dropped all her clothes, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Kinara flushed her body repeatedly, her wrists flushed, Dika's hand clutches and ties were so strong that they left a reddish mark.

Even Kinara's hands shook when he lifted a sack of water, like a sickle that ran out of energy.

He began to rub roughly his entire body, especially on the part that was forcefully touched by Dika. Kinara only hoped that the scent of her husband's body that had mixed into one could disappear, along with the water splash and end up in the sewer.

Shouldn't that be the place

deserved?

Because Kinara felt an insult from Dika having to go to the same dirty place.

Kinara lowered her head, sobbing for a long time. After being satisfied enough he reached for a towel hanging on an iron hanger for 10 thousand, many found in the night market.

Immediately wrapped around her, out of the bathroom and approaching the wardrobe, when the display glass in the wardrobe showed her reflection, Kinara again sobbed. There was a trace of Dika's hand on his neck, a bite mark here and there, the stamp of ownership did not seem to know the place. Plastered in every inch of his neck and shoulders.

“I don't care, really don't care. I am strong, I was strong.” Kinara muttered while flipping through her clothes. He just

he tried to strengthen himself, because he only had God.

Ready again who can strengthen if not himself.

“Haaah..” Kinara moaned long.

“I don't even have a shirt that can cover the entire neck, not even a scarf I have.

Tomorrow there's still a lecture schedule.”

After a long period of time, Kinara finally chose one of the shirts that were quite tight on the shoulders and long sleeves, although it could not cover everything.

But it is enough to reduce the number of visible red marks.

At least for tonight.

Then what about tomorrow? let's fight luck with God, who knows when and where the help is coming. Her thought.

After getting dressed he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed a cell phone on the study table and made a call.

“Hallo, Kinara.” Alisa's voice from across there.

“Alisa, you know the market that sells cheap clothes is not?” Kinara folded her legs on the bed.

“Hmmm...” silent for a moment. Silence, only the sound of a fan was heard. “Oh, no. But now it's closed, tomorrow afternoon what? After going home from college. I'll drop you off.” Alisa.

You don't understand, Alisa. I need that shirt now, not tomorrow. Then what should I do? Inner Kinara.

“Kinara?”

“Ah, yes. I'll tell you again. Goodbye, Alisa. ”

As soon as the phone connection was cut, Kinara threw the phone and dropped her body on the bed.

It's unfortunate your fate, Kinara. You don't even have anyone to just share your story and ease your pain. Not having anyone. Inwardly, he covered his face with both palms. Not long until he woke up again, got out of bed and was selling looking for a pregnancy pill that was given by Dika some time ago.

“That's him.” He said as soon as he saw the pill around his study table, he immediately grabbed and tightly grasped the pill. "This damned pill I won't drink a single item. If you ask to go to war with me, I am ready even if I have to sacrifice a lot of tears." he murmured.

He stepped out from inside the room, his eyes running around looking for the whereabouts of the person most responsible with his current state.

“Ken.” Kinara approached Ken who was talking to Mr. Budi, both of whom looked serious.

What kind of talk is that? Until they're that serious? Ah, it's up to them. Her thought.

Kinara didn't want to interfere with things that weren't her business.

“Iya, Mistress.” Ken shook his hand at Pak budi and made Pak Budi retreat. Before leaving, he bowed his head to Kinara.

Kinara has repeatedly forbidden Mr. Budi to be polite to him, “I am younger than the father, I should respect the father. Not the other way around.” Like that time Kinara insisted. But Mr. Budi was much more insistent and eventually Kinara gave up. Be he is always not happy when he meets Mr. Budi.

“There's something I can help you with, Mistress.” Ken bent half his body, he had seen some red marks on Kinara's body.

Ken was surprised, until his eyes were almost round and his mouth was gaping. Fortunately, he quickly mastered himself.

“Where, Dika?” ask Kinara.

“Master is in the workspace, Madam.” replied Ken.

“Take me there, Ken.” Kinara Pinta.

“Do you have to with, sir?” Ken was just stalling for time, whenever Kinara asked Dika whereabouts must always have a strong reason. Because Kinara wouldn't be looking for her husband if there weren't urgent matters to talk about. “Let me make sure whether the master is still busy or not. Please forgive me, Madam. This is because the master does not like to be disturbed.” Further.

“I'll see him, I'll explain to him.” Kinara.

Ken scrunched his forehead, setting the quiet mode. “Begini, mistress. Trust me, you better wait for the master in the family room.” Ken invited Kinara politely. “I will see you soon.” Ken retreats while bowing his body.

There's a compelling reason why Ken didn't let Kinara enter Dika's study.

The main reason is the presence of photos of Carissa scattered almost in every corner of the wall of her husband's workspace. Installed neatly, awake and untouched by the hands of anyone but the hands of the owner, Dika Mahendra.

Ken just didn't want Kinara to feel the pain that was alternating, endless for the sake of living with Dika.

Ten minutes later.

“You're looking for me.” Coming from behind. “What do you need?” Dika sat on one of the sofas facing directly towards Kinara, leaning his back and crossing both legs. The scenery Kinara had seen.

“I just want to restore this.” put and proffer a pregnancy delay pill on the table. “I don't need it.” Further.

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