Destiny Love Kinara
Me, Dried Leaves & Twigs

Amidst the despair, Kinara tried to recall her father's advice.

“Cinars, ,

the pottery you saw was beautiful in that big store across the street, which was expensive, you know how it went? He was made from good soil type, selected soil type and then formed,

sunburned, sun-dried,

incinerated,

refined, and burned again until it was truly powerful.

After all the exhausting and heavy process was passed, the land that was nothing was transformed into a beautiful and strong pottery.

Human beings, everyone has their own suffering.

Some look happy even though in their hearts they are miserable.

There are rich treasures, but his heart is destitute.

Some live simply, but their souls are calm.

It all depends on how we look at the problem,

Grief is always there, son, that distinguishes only the way we deal with it and get out of it.

If by chance the world puts you in a prolonged state of grief, like seasons changing, don't run, don't hide, you're stronger than anyone else looking at you, son.

You must be patient with that, no heart does not melt with the patience and sincerity of your soul, Kinara.” A precious piece of advice Kinara would never hear again, in her entire life.

Without ba, bi, ma'am, tears flowed in her eyes. Rolling just so wet the two cheeks of Kinara. He remembered how his father was so strong in accepting God's fate when he was sentenced to suffer from coronary heart disease.

Until the day of his death there was already a ring lodged in his heart. As a human Kinara had tried to give the best for his father, but God loved him more.

Unbearable with pain that does not pass, so God called him.

But I'm not pottery, dad. I'm just a dried leaf by his side, a leaf flying

not necessarily direction. I was like a broken twig strewn across his leg, I really meant nothing in the eyes of my husband, father.

Kinara grew sobbing, even as her eyelids were tightly closed, clear circles remained out of the corners of her eyes.

The selfishness of the two eyeballs, they endlessly inflame the feeling of sadness in Kinara's heart.

That night Kinara fell asleep, not caring anymore about the clothes attached to her body. He turned on the small fan in his room and then covered his entire body with a blanket.

Cowering like a caterpillar hiding behind leaves.

***

“What does that kid do?!” throw some of the files he was holding until they were scattered on the floor.

“Two days madam keeps silent in the room, young master."

"What about the class?"

"Today the Madam also skipped college, sir."

"It's good I got him on campus expensive and prestigious, you fucking lady! No thanks!"

"Maybe Madam is not feeling well, young master."

“I don't care, Ken."

you must care, young master, for you are her husband. Ken just looked down, trying to catch his breath in between his fears.

"So she just came out to eat?” breaking table. “It's been like a shame, eat sleep, eat sleep!"

“During this madam never eat food made by, aunt Ane, young master.”

Ken looked down politely, while Dika floated a cynical look. Continue in. So

more or less the meaning of his eyes. “Mrs use money from the results of working in the mini market to buy instant noodles, snacks, even rice, young master.”

“Cih, it's appropriate there is no bill on the card I gave.” Chin-backed. “Then that matic motor?!” back to staring.

Did Agra buy that?!

“No, young master.” It seemed like Ken understood what Dika was thinking. If it is not straightened out immediately, Ken is worried that Dika will do arbitrarily again to

Kinara's.

Last time out of unfounded jealousy, Dika had already made Kinara suffer to the point of confinement for two days.

“Motor matic was bought by the mistress with her own savings, young master.”

“Mistress said it, young master.”

“Why did he tell you, but never said good to me? Obviously I'm her husband and you're just an assistant!"

Is the young master jealous of me? Didn't the young master have no feelings for the Madam, even the young master was always looking for trouble for the madam to give up and ask to part ways.

“Jawab, Ken!" His facial expression began to change, starting to be tuned into menacing mode.

“That, I also do not know, young master.”

“Basic is not becus!" throw some files at Ken until it hits Ken's arm.

Ken remained in his position, standing upright without shifting one inch.

“I'm sorry, young master.” Ken's down again.

****

After fleeing for two days Kinara began to strip away the thick blanket that had encased her. Imprisoned under the warmth of the flower-patterned blanket that made Kinara fed up, she threw the blanket away just like that.

Groped around to look for the rectangular thin object he had ignored for two days.

As soon as the phone turns on some social media notifications and chat messages from Alisa and Dika meet his cellphone.

Including a message from Amanda, her beloved sister.

When the Kinara phone is active, it means that all messages and notifications are directly connected to her husband's phone.

Including sms from Agra that show excessive worry and concern.

Drr....

“Who the heck phone don't see situation and condition!” Kinara grumbled, just now the phone was active there was already an incoming call.

Agra.

Kinara woke up, leaning her body on the back of the bed. Breathing out a few times, it would be very troublesome if Agra heard his hoarse voice due to the quarrel a few days ago.

“Cek, check, heem...one, one, check. Ok.” After confirming his voice had improved he immediately picked up the phone from Agra.

“Ha-hello.” Welcome Kinara.

Hopefully safe, it should be safe, right?

“Yes Lord Kinara, where have you been? These two days I'm trying to call you, are you sick?”

“No.”

“Alisa also contacted you, but your phone is off. Did something happen?

“No.”

“No, no, hold. Is there no other answer?”

“Hem..”.

“Hem...? just hem...? Are you sure nothing happened to you? You okay, Kinara? Some days my hunch is not good, I called Alisa. Afraid you're okay.” From across there.

I'm sick, Agra.

I'm not okay, Agra.

I suffered once, I've been told*sa by my own husband. And I chose to run away like a coward. Would if I said that you would understand my position, Agra? You'll still accept me?

“Iya, I'm fine, Agra.”

Let it be, you don't need to know my condition. My heart is not to be divided ready.

“Thank God. You've skipped college for two days....” start another lecture at length from Agra because Kinara skipped college. Agra now sounds like her father, no longer like a friend. “But you don't have to worry, I've copied all the material for you.” Chuckles.

“You or Alisa.” Asking full of questions.

"Alisa, lah.” Both giggle.

You can even make me laugh, Agra. You carry a rainbow in the middle of a storm, bring the wind as light as the heat. Did I just run away with you? Can you accept all my lies? I can be selfish once.

Can I commit this sin?

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