Destiny Love Kinara
Feeling of Loss

Sometimes one needs to feel a sense of loss first in order to understand how important it is to have.

Perhaps Dika was feeling that right now, the karma that was slowly coming towards him was like tireless.

After the drama of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water ended, I don't know what more drama the 26-year-old man will do.

Last night Ken accompanied Dika who insisted on waiting for the wet clothes he wore to dry. Ken hopes this morning to have a normal day as usual.

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Dika was already sitting at the dining table, enjoying the breakfast made by the housekeeper. There's not much he's said, lately dika is more often silent than talk a lot.

The large mansion felt very quiet, there was no laughter of Kinara who usually joked with Aunt Ane. Or the cry of Kinara when cursing Dika out of annoyance.

Ken was still standing beside Dika, preparing if there was anything his Master needed. She had breakfast this morning, earlier than Dika.

"Ken ...," said Dika suddenly.

"Yes, Sir." Ken gasped, he shifted his body slightly.

"What's it like to lose having to be this sick?" ask Dika.

The question kept Ken spinning his brain to find the right answer. How else, Ken has never been in love and never felt lost. Of course Ken doesn't know what the pain will be like to lose.

“Maybe Young Master, but I have never felt what the pain of losing is like because I have never felt what wonderful it is to have.”

When he put the meat cutter blade on the plate, he was seen taking a deep breath. Before long his hand again grabbed the knife and cut the meat again and chewed slowly.

Ken could only scratch his head. “Emmm .. according to what I know, the loss is indeed painful. Eating bad, sleeping bad, all the guilt is like killing slowly.”

“What do you say, Ken.” This time he pushed the steak plate forward. “I just found out what it feels like after Kinara left.” Grab a glass of water and take a slow sip. “If I knew what it was like to lose would hurt this much, I might not waste that woman.”

“Didn't you feel the same when Miss Carissa went to England?” ask Ken to vent.

“No, indeed at that time I felt lost. But it wasn't as painful as this, and the feeling gradually improved after a week of Carissa's departure. But ...,” he said cut off, he bowed his head. “Losing Kinara leaves me tormented at birth and bathin, Ken. Guilt, longing to see her face, even I wanted to hear her soft voice, just to treat my longing. Losing Kinara drove me almost crazy, Ken.”

Ken swallowed his saliva, he didn't know how to respond to Dika's outpouring, he wasn't a specialist in the field of romance. Ken is still too innocent, not yet stained by the feeling of love.

“I thought that feeling of loss would disappear as time went on, but I was wrong. The more days, not* even every second the feeling of regret is increasing. Piled up like a rock that pierced my body, let alone to break away, breathing alone was extremely painful. Do I look pathetic, Ken?”

“No, Young Master. Maybe this is the process to mature you, with this incident you can appreciate your wife more later,” said Ken.

“My wife will be?” Dika laughed a little. “I don't want to have another wife besides Kinara, Ken. I ... I miss wanting to hear her voice, Ken. I ... I miss him a lot.”

Ken reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He made a phone call with Kinara. once connected Ken activated the speaker mode, and put the phone on the table, near Dika.

Dika rounded his eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised. Ken immediately put his index finger on his lips, Dika understood, he nodded his head slowly.

“Hallo, Ken ...,” greet Kinara from across there.

“Hallo, Mistress,” replied Ken.

Dika gestured for Ken to sit on the chair, right next to him. Ken nodded.

“What's up, Ken? You want to ask about the recipe again, this time what do you want to cook?” cecar Kinara's.

“Anu, Mistress ...”

“You are, I am no longer a mistress. Call Kinara, I'll be a widow soon anyway.”

Ken glanced at Dika, who glimmered unmoved. No movement, no response, even facial expressions Dika as complex as mathematical formulas duet with chemical formulas. Very hard to solve.

“Ah, don't talk about it, Madam. Whatever the circumstances may be, may I still call you Mistress?” ken asked, he did not want to discuss divorce in front of Dika. It would only add to the wound in his heart.

“As far as you go, Ken. So why did you call me this early?”

“I ...,” said Ken staggered. Ken was confused, should he be honest if Dika wanted to hear Kinara's voice. No, it's not the right choice. “Can I have a recipe for fried rice, Madam.”

Oh, my God, what is it for? I don't even intend to make it, after this maybe I will switch professions to become a chef, Ken grumbled inwardly.

“You want to stop being Dika's personal assistant, and switch to being a chef?” asked Kinara who was greeted with a faint smile on Dika's face.

Wh why? Why is he smiling all of a sudden, I'm so scared, inner Ken.

“No, I just want to learn to cook. The salary as Mr. Dika's personal assistant is huge, I can't possibly leave that job.”

“Cih, you are very strong to be beside Dika. Human stubborn and evil like Dika it should have been burned on earth,” said Kinara fiery.

This time, his smile grew wider.

Ken megeti, it seems Dika wants to hear Kinara mention about him even though it is a curse. Maybe the curse sounds like a love verse for people who are experiencing deep feelings of longing.

“I just found out you're a double eye, Ken.”

“Slightly. “ Ken small laugh. “Hmmm .. does Madam not want to know how you are, Mister?”

“No! If you want to ask me about Dika, I will end this call,” Kinara said in a threatening tone.

Ken glanced and Dika shook his head.

“Alright, Mistress. I just wanted to ask you about the recipe,” Ken said.

“Later to send by message, Ken.”

Dika doing the movement of the person who was eating, Ken nodded.

“Good, Mistress. Have you had breakfast?”

“Already, I had breakfast so early in the morning. Ever since I was pregnant I've been hungry, Ken.”

Dika pulled out a cell phone and wrote something there and then showed it to Ken. Ken smiled understandingly.

“Do you have any cravings, Madam? Usually pregnant women always experience it.”

Kinara was silent, there was a pause of about 30 seconds until the answer across there sounded.

“Why did you ask that? Do you want to buy me what I want?” ledek Kinara's.

Once again Ken glanced at Dika and found the nod of the head from his Master.

“Of course, all this time I haven't helped you much, Madam.”

“Actually no need, Ken. You don't have to bother. My son is smart enough, he's not fussy. Maybe because he knew that his father was not next to him, so he did not want to trouble his mother. Not much he wants.” Kinara's tone of voice sounded sad with a heavy breath.

Dika lowered his head, maybe the feeling of guilt as a father who did not accompany his future child increasingly makes Dika tortured.

“So, is there anything you want, Mistress?”

“Hmmm ... at the moment the hell ...” Kinara's voice is cut off, it looks like someone else is coming. When Ken intended to turn off the phone, because he thought it was privacy. But Dika raised his hand for Ken to let the call go.

“Duh, pregnant ... already breakfast, ‘kan?” alisa's voice is heard on Ken's phone.

“Already, dong,” replied Kinara.

“Aready? I brought you bika ambon, you want to eat bika ambon, ‘kan?”

Deg...it's a male voice, Dika doesn't know whose voice it is. But it seems Dika's guess leads to one person. Yes, that person is Agra Grissham, currently only Agralah has a chance and a big enough chance to approach Kinara.

When he got up from the chair, Ken had seen Dika's eyes wet. Ken immediately turned off the phone and followed Dika from behind. Ken thinks Dika will get into his room, or rush to drive his car to go to the office.

But Ken was wrong, Dika actually walked up to Kinara's room and disappeared behind the door of his wife's room.

🍃Kamar Kinara🍃

Since the departure of Kinara, Dika first entered the room Kinara. He turned his head to sweep every corner of the room. His chest rippled, suddenly his breathing felt tight, the room was really small. Even the large room was not a quarter of the main room.

Dika walked closer to the closet that his wife had previously used. The cupboard was just as small, even just made of ordinary wood, among all the parabots in the mansion was the cheapest Kinara cabinet. The price is cheaper than the price of sandals. Slowly Dika opened the closet, empty .. nothing in it.

When shifting, sit on a small bed that can only be slept with one person because of its really small size. The mattress is far from soft. He touched the end of the bed, touching the sheets and blankets that he thought were rough. If in the main room the sheets and blankets used Dika have a smooth and soft texture, of course different from those in the room Kinara.

Unable to hold it in anymore, his wet eyeball began to wriggle out tears that could not be accommodated anymore. Her cry broke, Dika covered her face with both palms, while her shoulders shook and her breathing began to sting.

After a few minutes, his condition began to improve. He walked up to the bathroom, turned on the water tap and placed his open palm just below the tap. The water that flowed and touched his palm was cold.

You spent five months suffering in this room, Kinara. Does it feel so cold? Here there is no bathtub, no warm water, I .. I'm really sorry, Kinara.

After finishing with the small bathroom Dika moved towards the study table Kinara, she touched the surface of the table, the surface felt rough. There was no longer a pile of thick books on it, no more instant noodles and snacks that were usually located in the cardboard under his wife's study table.

Dika opened the drawer of the study table and found a photograph of Kinara and a letter. He stared at the photo of the woman he now misses so much, his tears fell back through both cheeks and moved on the table. Dika brought a picture of Kinara to his face and kissed his wife's forehead.

I'm sorry, Kinara. God has punished me with this great longing, whatever punishment God has given me will I receive with grace, but if the punishment loses you, I ... I really am not strong in living it. I'm really sorry, Kinara. Go home, baby. Come home Kinara, if you go home, I'll never hurt you again, not even a fingernail. Go home the jewel of my heart, Dika.

Dika grabbed a piece of letter whose bicycle was written specifically for Dika, she opened it. And the content of the letter is ....

Seriate....

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