Destiny Love Kinara
Love Letter to Kinara

The time has already shown at five in the afternoon. Amanda and Ken have returned from the minimarket, as well as Kinara and Mirna who managed to harvest some garden products such as kale and mustard. Not to forget the half-cooked banana was transported to be made fried bananas tomorrow.

Kinara had already established her intention to tell about Dika's treatment all this time to her, Kinara's patience was exhausted to cover all that from her mother. Tomorrow was the time Kinara had chosen, after all tonight she had to take a break and open the brown map of Agra.

The tranquil atmosphere of the village always brought peace and longing in Kinara's heart.

Ten minutes before the magrib reverberated, in the mosque was heard chanting holy verse Al-Qur’an.

People rushed to close the doors and windows, the lights started to turn on. Some have gone to the mosque to perform congregational magrib prayers.

“Manda, give gloves and hats to Mas Ken,” Mirna's word while thrusting the newly removed sarong from her anus.

The sarong is still new, it has not been used by her husband. Mirna shed tears as she remembered her late husband.

“Good, Bu.”

Amanda accepted that and immediately walked to the guest room, their house was not too big, but they had a special guest room. This was because Kinara and Amanda often brought their friends over for the night.

Ken was laying on the bed, holding a smartphone while checking some of the pending work during his stay at Kinara's house.

Ken was seriously staring at his posel screen until the sound of knocking on the door made Ken gasp and had to get out of bed.

Klak ...!

“What's up, Manda?” hello Ken as soon as the door of his room opens.

Amanda smiled and said, “This.” Sheets and hats. “Kata Mommy later we pray magrib congregation, usually Mother who imitate my prayer. But because there's Mas Ken, so I asked Mas to imitate. Doesn't matter?”

Glacier ... Ken swallowed the salivary, hopefully Amanda didn't see that. Ken can't pray, he can do it.

Educated by Ken's parents quite hard, he had been educated in pesantren, although only two years, but enough to make Ken understand the procedures and rules of praying.

However, Ken had not done that for a long time. Praying is not only a matter of can, but also must understand the meaning of the Imam himself.

“Loh, why, Mas? What, Mas ..” Amanda was silent, rolling her eyeballs. He could not continue that sentence, perhaps a mistake as well because he said it.

Oh my God, I shouldn't have said that, Mas Ken city guy, maybe he doesn't know how to pray, or doesn't understand the reading, Amanda's inner.

Isn't he too cruel to judge Ken.

“Alright, Mas get ready first, later Mas out.” Ken smiled. Amanda nodded, turned around, and massaged her chest in relief. Luckily Ken was not offended by his attitude and sentence.

Have I misunderstood, geez it is true if we are forbidden to judge someone from the origin and appearance alone, Amanda said.

Ten minutes passed, Ken actually came out to pray them. Mirna could hardly believe that Ken could be that good at reading the Qur’an, Mirna thought because Ken was a city person far from religious guidance.

Mirna is wrong, but Mirna also has no intention of forcing Ken. If Ken wants to, he can resist it, no problem for Mirna, but Ken did well and managed to impress Mirna.

Not only Mirna who was amazed, Kinara shook her head because she could not believe Ken who always said wise it could really do it.

Kinara had a thumbs up when Ken accidentally turned his head and the two faced each other. Kinara's actions make him have to resist embarrassment, Ken himself does not understand why Kinara seems to be testing how good Ken is for Amanda.

Amanda herself did not feel anything, she was too innocent to understand Ken's eyes that had a thousand meanings. For Amanda, Ken's eyes are the same as the eyes of a teacher at her school, what is it like, let alone the gaze of a grown man? Isn't it always the same! Think Amanda.

After dinner, Amanda chose to go into the room to study, Mirna chose to sleep first. Meanwhile Ken prefers to sit on the porch, enjoying the countryside while doing office tasks that he can do, fortunately he always carries a laptop in his car. At least after Ken returned, his office work didn't pile up too much.

And Kinara, of course she's in her room.

Kinara sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her breathing rhythm. He glanced at the sling bag lying on his study table, Kinara immediately grabbed the bag and carried it sitting on the mattress. He leaned his body on the head of the bed, positioning himself as comfortable as possible so that he could be calmer when opening the contents of the map given by Agra.

“God, may you make my affairs easier as I always try to make things easier for others,” he murmured.

The brown map had already moved from inside the bag to his hand. Kinara twisted the hook and took out the contents inside slowly. Kinara's eyes were perfectly rounded as soon as he saw what was inside the map.

The result of the visa for violence that Dika did to him, the photo of the intimacy of Dika and Carissa, not only the photo that Kinara managed to take that day, but many other photos. Kinara's forehead wrinkled, out of nowhere Agra got all those photos.

Not only the photos and the results of the visa, there is also a flash containing the video of Dika and Carissa, at least the evidence is enough to bring Dika to court, or if it really wants to be discussed in private, he said, Kinara could use all the evidence she held to threaten Dika into being willing to let go.

“Do I have to go this far just to get away from you, Dika?” he murmured, there was a hint of hesitation slipping into his chest.

Kinara placed all the evidence next to her body again, she closed her eyes with both hands for a few minutes and let out a long breath.

The only doubt he felt at this time was simply because the marriage between him and Dika was witnessed directly by his late father and Dika was the husband his father had chosen.

Kinara walked up to the window of her room which was directly facing the front footpath of the house.

That night the sky was quite shady with a cluster of stars twinkling up there, only a few days left the moon will be perfectly rounded. A gust of wind that was strong enough to make the leaves sway.

Kinara stared again at the evidence Agra had prepared to strengthen her choice, until a pink paper slid down from her hand. Barking on the floor piqued Kinara's curiosity.

“Eh, what is this?”

There is no writing for whom the letter was shown. Doubtful, but Kinara chose to keep it open.

“Letter? Is it possible from Agra?”

Aye,

the pink paper was a letter from Agra to Kinara. Slowly Kinara opened the letter and read word for word handwritten by Agra.

Dear, Kinara.

Am I too funny to write a letter? You know ‘kan, at this time the world has been very developed, technology has also advanced rapidly. I can send you whatsapp messages, or call you on the phone, even send you a DM.

Why should I bother writing this letter to you, with this ink and my trembling hand of fear?

Kinara, with all the strength and confidence I have. I'm trying to give you a chance to choose.

I don't deserve to call you my lover. You're not mine, I just love you, I don't have you, I never know if you love me.

I gave you some evidence to give your mother. However, if I may give you some advice, you better not give that evidence to your mother. He will feel very sad and guilty when he knows his favorite child is treated inhumanely. By her daughter-in-law, her husband's own choice.

Why am I doing this? Wouldn't it be nice if your mother found out, then you'd be separated from your husband and I could have you.

No, Kinara. My ego may be very big, but my heart is not that cruel. I could hurt your husband, crush him to the bottom, but not you and your family.

I hope you can use other means to tell your Mother, God will always help His troubled servant. If there's really no other choice, then you can use that last weapon I gave you.

Kinara, after reading from me I don't want you to worry about making a choice. I love you without needing anything in return from you, if in the end you still choose to be with your husband. I can understand and accept with a chest.

Don't choose me just because you feel sorry for me, I don't need your compassion for matters of the heart. Love and compassion do have a close distance, so I hope you didn't misdetermine the boundary between them.

Kinara, if I can't have you in this life. May I have you in the next life, for it seems that I have exhausted my feelings of love and I shed them entirely just to love you.

I know, the law is illegal for me to say the word love to you. You belong to another man, as the sacred bond has bound you. But let me be guilty for just this once, may I?

I really love you, Kinara. If you don't also choose me as your heart's choice, you can still choose me as your resting place when you're tired of facing the cruel world. I'll be here, still there for you to divide the wound.

If I have married another woman, you also still have the most important place in my heart. Not being driven away by anything or anyone, you remain my pride. Forever.

Do I say beyond the power of God? Please forgive me, I just want you to understand that my love is not the way I want to make you my lover. Then once I'm satisfied I'll leave you unexcused.

No, kinara. I say it because I want to be your last stop, make myself a man worthy of guiding you or at least I can treat you like the most precious woman. Awake, both dignity and dignity as a wife.

Finally we have reached the end of the decision, as well as the end of this letter has begun to be seen. I'm just asking you to think for a moment, reflect on what you think is good, negotiate with God because He always has the right decision. Marriage is not just keeping promises, more than that you have to find heaven in it.

If you find heaven in your husband, you may not choose me. But if you only find hell in it, maybe your paradise is on me.

Again, do not pity my weak self for loving you. Choose what you think is good and your conscience is good.

Agra Grissham's.

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