Destiny Love Kinara
Kinara Heart Choices

Kinara cried for a long time, the letter from Agra was wet from tears falling nonstop. His body was limp as his entire bones were forcefully passed, he fell down on the dark red ceramic floor.

His legs were bent, his shoulders were up and down, his hands were clenched and he hit his chest so that the pain was slightly reduced, of course it was useless.

The other hand was still tightly holding the letter from Agra, there was a slight tremor there.

The god? I would be guilty if I loved another man, but hated my own husband. Since when is this man in my heart, Lord? Since when do I love her? Love an Agra! You are All-Knowing, if this heart belongs to You, then the love that grows for it is also of Your will, right?

Kinara woke up, leading herself to let go of all that lara. He came out of the room for ablution, Kinara wanted to negotiate with the owner of the universe.

As Agra said, God should have the answer to the decision Kinara made tomorrow.

After performing the Istikharoh prayer, Kinara approached the bed, currently lying down and closing her eyes was the only solution she had. He pulled the thick blanket over his entire body, curled up and cried until the padded mattress brought Kinara drifting into the subconscious.

Morning in Kinara village.

The sun had not yet come out of the contest, but the noise between the clashing dishes and the smell of cooking managed to disturb Ken's sleep. He tried to approach the door and steal the listen, his eyes went around looking for a wall clock to see what time it was.

“Jam four in the morning? What commotion is there this afternoon? Could there be a thief? That's right,” murmured.

Ken rolled his eyeballs and grabbed the broom that happened to be in the corner of the door. His steps were dragged slowly, settling down like a thief in action, instead of catching the thief it was he who the thief thought he was.

Ken pressed the door handle slowly, Ken's room was right facing the living room. As soon as Ken opened the door, the living room was the first place he could see, just as the door opened Ken saw Amanda sitting in the guest chair cutting vegetables. Amanda was surprised to see Ken sneaking around while raising the handle of the broom.

“Mas, what are you doing?” ask Amanda, “Before ... don't tell me you think there's a thief?” That assumption leads to the truth.

Ken immediately lowered the broom and smiled shyly. “Nothing, I .. You're right, I thought there was a maling.” Turned face.

Amanda wettest. “What because of the sound of the plate and the pan?”

Ken nodded.

Amanda's kicking her forehead. “Jeez, that's you Brother was washing dishes behind.” Designating. “What sounds loud enough? Brother is like that when washing dishes, like people want brawl between schools.” Amanda sliced the vegetables again.

Ken just smiled at Amanda.

Ken walked up to Amanda. “What are you doing, Amanda?” Already sitting in front of Amanda, in a different chair.

What else is it? Are your eyes blind? You don't see him cutting vegetables, please Kenendra, don't show how stupid you are.

“I'm cutting vegetables,” the answer is short.

Tuh, right, what I said, Inner Ken.

“For what?”

Jesus, Ken. Yes to cooking, what else, inner Ken.

“Mas Ken know that I sell fried foods? These are the ingredients to make fried, this is for the bala-bala, this is for tofu sumpel, this is for fried banana, and this one is for flour tempe.” Amanda showed Ken one by one all the ingredients.

“Oh, should it be this early?”

“Iya, later finished freshly fried dawn prayers. Six o'clock in the morning I should've left for school.” Busy cutting bananas.

“But this is a lot, Amanda.”

“Some of it I take to school, some to home. If you sell breakfast in the morning, Mother is busy in the kitchen to make breakfast. So later Mas Ken do not be surprised to see many people who come to buy breakfast.”

Ken was aghast, the Kinara family's independence was truly remarkable. Far from being expected all along. Be Ken even more admiring the figure of the 16-year-old girl.

“Why, Mas Ken looks surprised?”

“Ah, no.” Hand wagging. “I'm just amazed by your life.”

Amanda smiled broadly. “Try Mas Ken look into the window and notice some people passing by.” Pointing to the front window directly connected to the road.

Ken said he was already in front of the window, opening the curtains and waiting for people to pass by. It didn't take long for some people to start alternating through. “Where are those people going?” Rotating body. “What do they want to do so early?”

“Some are vegetable sellers who will sell their garden vegetables in the market, some are fish and chicken, and the rest may be people who will go to the fields and rice fields.” Amanda wakes up, walks up to Ken. “Try Mas Ken listen carefully, what sound is it?”

Ken nodded, he tried to hear what Amanda meant.

“Bird sounds?”

Amanda shakes. Ken listened again.

“Cicrate?”

Amanda shook her head again.

“Oh, I know. Isn't that the sound of a tractor?”

This time Amanda nodded.

“It was the Fathers who were plowing the fields, is not the comfort and peace in the village can make us remember that life is not always filled with new money we can be happy. Life in the village may seem simple, but they are not all unhappy. Happiness is in our hearts, depending on how much we thank it.” Smilingly.

“The greater we are grateful, the greater the feeling of happiness we feel. ‘Then which favor of your Lord do you deny’ is in the letter of Ar-rahman mentioned 31 times. That means we have to be a person who is good at gratitude, the more grateful we are the more blessed our lives. I see, Mas.” Amanda walked up to the chair and back to cut the banana, she did not care about Ken being stunned looking at her.

Gluey! with difficulty Ken swallowed his saliva, Ken's admiration for the little girl in front of him became even more so. How could a 16-year-old have such incredible thoughts.

“Eh ..” Walk closer. “Can I help you?”

“Nothing, I can do everything myself. I'm used to it, better Mas ken go take a shower and get ready.”

“Where to go? Take you to school?”

“No! I used to ride a bike.”

“Then?”

“Ke mosque for congregational dawn prayers, where else to go. The man should pray at dawn congregation in the mosque, Mas. The reward is more and multiplied, when else can the reward be doubled, yakan?” Amanda smile. “Even Mas Ken's footsteps to the mosque alone have counted goodness, the distance from my house to the mosque is not too far away. But enough to gather kindness, let alone ...,” said Amanda was cut off to make Ken curious.

“Moreover, what?”

“Moreover if Mas Ken walks while dzikan.” Smile widely.

Deg ...! Many times Ken's heartbeats can't be controlled. Ken turned his face away, he did not want Amanda to see his face that might be blushing and smiling shamefully like a fool. No, that can't happen.

“Alright, you don't pray in the mosque?”

“For women it is better to pray at home.”

“Why?”

“Hmmm .. that's because women are born as the slander of the world. Imagine if I pray in the mosque there continue to be men who are not muhrim watching me, and looking at me. Moreover, if the man to imagine the no-no, so for women it is better to pray at home.”

Ken knew about it, two years in the pesantren was enough for him to know some rules. He's just testing how far Amanda knows about religion.

“Alright, I want to take a shower first.”

Amanda nodded.

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Right what Amanda said, after dawn about six o'clock in the morning the neighbors started coming to Mirna's house to buy breakfast. Amanda was preparing to leave school on a bicycle whose front basket filled with fried boxes was included on the back.

Meanwhile Kinara helped sell his mother, and Ken had to be a good spectator. He could only be silent, looking at all the busyness with a confused feeling of not knowing what to help. He offered, but there was nothing he could help.

At seven in the morning.

All Mirna's sales are up, and Ken has breakfast. Table and equipment sales have also been arranged. Ken asked Kinara for permission to travel around the village on foot, assuming Ken was doing morning sports.

The cool atmosphere of the village makes Ken feel at home for a long time outside, enjoying the breeze that caresses his hair. The sunlight also slowly began to come, falling right on Ken's white skin.

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Kinara was already sitting on the porch while massaging her legs, her breathing regular with her eyes slightly sharpened. Sunlight made him have to close the blemish, Kinara used his palm to cover some of the incoming light.

“What is your life in the city so spoiled?” Coming from inside the house. “New times help Mom sell breakfast alone you already look exhausted.” I sat down next to Kinara.

Kinara did not reply, she chose to smile thinly in exchange for her answer. Let Mirna guess what that smile means.

If you knew, ma'am how hard I work, Inner Kinara.

“So what is important that makes you willing to go all the way back to the village?”

“That's because Kinar misses Mom and Manda so much, it's been five months since I didn't see Mom.” Bending head.

“Mother believes that, but there must be something else right? You look restless since you set foot in this house.”

“Conar ... I'm right, Kinar does want to talk about something important, Bu.”

“Ya speak.” Mirna leaned against the back of the wooden chair and straightened her legs.

“In the meantime, Mom, there's something Kinara should show.” Kinara got up from the chair, walked inside the house. It wasn't long before Kinara had returned with a brown map in her hand.

Seriate....

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In this chapter is a memory, a quiet and peaceful countryside atmosphere. Hopefully it can treat the longing for readers who are far from home, take the time to go home. Your parents also miss your presence .....

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In this chapter there is also a lot of learning that can be learned, hopefully the author can continue to inspire and give a little understanding for readers beloved '😍

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