Destiny Love Kinara
Mediations

After Carissa's departure from the guest that day, and Dika's feelings shattered while reading the letter from Kinara. The man had already made up his mind to reclaim Kinara's heart.

After Ken was really made busy, Dika asked Ken to order a set of jewelry that had a fantastic price. Not to forget a pair of rings bearing the names Dika and Kinara. A pile of rose flowers strung together with beautiful words on it. All of this was prepared for today.

Marta is very supportive of her son's good intentions, she does not hesitate to help whatever it takes Dika to take back Kinara's heart.

Including frequent visits to Kinara's house and asked her to cancel the divorce.

Although Kinara's heart had not been moved, but Marta was sure as long as Dika tried not to close the possibility of the road for Dika and Kinara to return together wide open.

🍃Mansion🍃

“Everything's done, Ken?” asked Dika while wrapping a tie around her neck.

“Beres, Young Master.” Ken gave his thumbs up, a sign everything was ready.

Dika just smiled while staring at the reflection of his own reflection in front of the glass.

Today Dika is officially dressed, a white shirt in a light blue padu suit and tie that has a matching color. Not to forget the expensive watch perched on his left wrist, his hair neatly arranged with a touch of pomade. He looked more like a man who wanted to propose to a girl, rather than attend a mediation event at the Religious Court.

“How about the jewelry, Ken?”

“Beres, Young Master. Lucky we have several business partners engaged in the field of jewelry, in one day only a set of jewelry bearing the name of Young Master and Madam is ready.” Ken explained to reduce his master's worry.

“How about the ring, Ken?”

“Aman.” Thumbs up for the second time. “The pair of rings is amazingly beautiful, Young Master.”

This is even more expensive and more beautiful than the ring that Young Master once gave Miss Carissa, it seems like Master has really fallen for Madam, Inner Ken.

“Ah, flowers?”

“Already, Young Master. All preparations are in order, what time is mediation done, Mr?” ken asked as he went back and forth to prepare everything his Master needed.

“At one noon, Ken. I can't wait to see her, I miss her beautiful smile, Ken.”

What Dika said was the truth, not having met Kinara alone her heart was already beating faster. I don't know what it will be, when he comes face to face with Kinara.

“Come, Ken,” Dika's edict answered a nod of the head by Ken.

Cars drove through the city crowd. Every now and then Ken glanced at Dika who was sitting right beside him, along the way Dika often smiled to herself, sometimes throwing a glance at the side of the road, often even looking at the clock on her watch. Sitting is often moving like very impatient to quickly get to the destination.

“How much longer, Ken?”

“The roads are pretty solid, Young Master. I think in about 15 minutes we will arrive at the Religious Court,” said Ken who remained focused on paying attention to the road.

“Thankful ...” When he looked back, he saw a bunch of red roses that were ready to be given to Kinara. While a set of jewelry he held in his hand.

“Master is impatient?”

God, what kind of stupid question is that, Ken? If you don't see how excited your master is, Ken curses himself in the heart.

“I've been disappointing Kinara for five months, Ken. And today is an opportunity for me to prove that I am very sorry,” said Dika lirih. His eyeballs were fixed on the jewelry box he had chosen as the medium to prove the solemnity of his intentions.

“Hopefully everything goes smoothly, Young Master.”

Ken closed the conversation in the car, because the car had entered the parking area at the Religious Court. Before descending Dika had time to tidy up, even tidying the ends of his hair that sticking out. Today he has to be perfect, nothing less.

🍃Religious Court🍃

Five more minutes of mediation between Dika and Kinara will begin. But until five minutes passed, there was no presence of Kinara. When squeezing his fingers, his feet moved up and down until the expensive shoes he wore made a squeak when colliding with the floor.

“Tuan ..” Ken sat down next to Dika. “Minum, Young Master.” Give me a bottle of mineral water. “From now you have not drunk a mouthful of stuff, I don't think Madam will come, Young Master.” Ken bowed his head.

When he seemed to take a deep breath, he who was sitting in the waiting room still had hope, if the figure of the woman he loved would come. Although several times his name and Kinara were called, the fact that until four in the afternoon Kinara never came should he accept with a heavy heart.

“No need, Ken.” Dika's voice sounded hoarse, there was a feeling of sadness that was held back. It is possible if he is in a closed room, alone, without a pund next to him. He is more able to express his feelings.

“Master, I beg you. I think Madam did intend not to come, many times I contacted her. But there is not a single call from me that the Mistress answered.” Re-pouring that mineral water.

“Time's still long, Ken. Look.” Show the watch in his hand to Ken. “Now four hours ‘kan? There's still 30 minutes left.” He forced himself to smile.

“But, Mr. ..” said Ken flat.

You've been waiting for three hours, how much longer will you wait? Inner Ken.

🍃Meanwhile it's at home Kinara🍃

“Today's schedule?” Alisa handed a piece of cake to Kinara.

“Iya, but I won't come?” Kinara received the cake.

“You are sure of your decision, Kinara?”

“Seratus percent!"

“But, why do you look agitated?” Alisa turned her head, clasping Kinara's wrist with a probing look.

“I ... I'm not agitated!” rutuknya was upset because Alisa kept fishing him.

“I can see it, Kinara. It looks clear in your eyes.”

“I don't know, Lisa. For God's sake I don't want to come for mediation and my resolve is very strong, not changing one bit. But ...,” said Kinara disconnected. He turned his head to look at Alisa, and Alisa nodded her head.

“But what? Say, am I not your friend.”

“It feels like I would love to meet him, when I remember his face my tears suddenly dripped. I don't understand Lisa,”.

“Does your son miss his father? Maybe he wants to see his dad, Kinar.”

“Speaking what. There's no such thing, Lisa.” Putting a piece of cake into his mouth and chewing rough. “I can live without that selfish man.”

“That's you, but your son? Maybe not. Kinara, there's the term ex-wife and ex-husband. But there's no term ex-child, both of your blood runs through your son's body, you can't deny it. You don't have to go back with her, but that doesn't mean closing the door. You said, forgiveness doesn't mean coming back. Start by fulfilling your child's rights.”

“I don't want.” Kinara got up, put the rough cookie plate on the table.

Kinara appeared to be squeezing the hordeng, and occasionally stroking his stomach. “I don't want to mediate with him.”

“I didn't ask you to do that, just came to see him. I'm sure your son misses his father.”

“Actually who are you on, Alisa?” Kinara raised the volume of her voice.

Alisa was aghast, a moment later she smiled. “I've always been on your side, Kinara. For the good of your son, trust me Kinara. If you've seen Dika then your feelings are better, it means your son really wants to meet his father.”

Kinara was silent, she was still sculpting in front of the window facing directly onto the porch of the house.

“Mrs.” Suddenly Aunt Ane walked over. “I'm sorry, Madam. I was sassy for not accidentally hearing your talk and Miss Alisa.”

“Ah, it's okay, Bi.” Kinara smiled. “Come sit, Bi. Looks like something Aunt wants to say.” Kinara flanked Aunt Ane's arm and the two were already sitting opposite each other. “Say, Bi. No need to hesitate.”

“Anu, Mistress.” Aunt Ane seemed hesitant to start her sentence. “What can I think.”

Kinara nodded. “Of course, Bi.” Smiling thinly.

“According to me who is full of salt acid in living the household,” said Aunt Ane cut off. Kinara nodded again to reassure aunt Ane. “What Miss Alisa said is true, maybe the Madam's son is missing her Father.”

Kinara was silent for quite a long time, this made Ane's aunt a little afraid just in case her words hurt Kinara's feelings.

“Then what should I do, Bi?” Finally Kinara asked after three minutes the three people were just looking at each other.

“Meet Mister, Madam. Not for you, not for Young Master, but for your son.”

This time the silence of Kinara is getting longer, Kinara seems to think to weigh the good of the bad. After about five minutes, he opened his mouth. “Alright, this is for the sake of my son,” he said reassuring himself.

Aunty Ane and Alisa looked at each other and threw smiles at each other.

Mr. Budi was ready to take Kinara to the Religious Court, the time was five in the afternoon. Kinara was sure the Religious Court was closed, he was just trying to have a good fight with God. If indeed both of them are destined to meet, no matter what time they will surely meet.

🍃Parking Religious Court🍃

“Master, let's go home.” Ken opened the car door to let Dika politely.

Dika held the end of the car body, his eyes still around looking for Kinara's whereabouts. He looked down again, looking resigned.

What you hate about me, Kinara. Don't you have a little compassion to come just say ‘hay’ to me, this sinful man, Dika's inner self.

“Master, Madam will not come. The Religious Court has closed,” said Ken sadly.

“Can we wait until evening, Ken.” Walking away from the car, he chose to sit in a chair near the parking lot.

The red rose she had brought was already withered, but she still held onto it. The jewelry box he had put into a pink bag that was still in his hand tightly.

She placed the rose beside her very carefully, then opened the jewelry box. A knotty smile appeared on her face when imagining how beautiful Kinara was when wearing a set of jewelry she ordered that special.

“Master, let's go home.” Ken was sitting near Dika. “It's been quite a while Mr wait.”

“No, Ken.” Dika. “This is not long enough compared to Kinara who survived with humans like me for five months.”

“But, Sir, when do we wait?”

“Till afternoon, Ken.”

“You are like what else, Young Master? Soon adzan magrib reverberated, does that mean the evening is almost coming?” said Ken.

“Alright, Ken. Let's go home.” When he stood up, he held the rose tightly.

When Dika and Ken almost got into the car, another car came. Ken squinted his eyes, Ken was sure that the driver of the car was Mr. Budi, Kinara's personal driver.

“Master, look at that.” Ken pointed to a bright red car parked not far from where he was standing. “Not that, Mistress.”

Dika immediately looked. Deg ... his heartbeat really raced harder. “Iya, the Kinara.”

Dika ran not knowing the direction, like an unconscious person until his feet tripped over a rock. He fell on the paved ground with both of his knees resting on the asphalt and both of his hands supporting his body so that his face would not touch the asphalt.

“Master, please don't be like this.” Ken crouched down and flanked Dika's arm, wiping her to get up. Ken's eyes glazed over when he saw that.

When he stood up, his hand moved quickly through his dirty clothes. “Don't look dirty, Ken. Is this better?”

Ken nodded while smiling bitterly.

“Bunganya ken, the flowers are damaged.”

The rose was damaged when it touched the asphalt. Dika hurriedly cleaned and accidentally got his finger pricked by one of the thorns. He did not care, he still cleaned the roses. A few drops of blood fell on the flower.

“Master, please don't be like this. Watch your hands bleed, please stop, sir. I ... I'll clean it.” Ken tried to get the roses.

“No Ken, let me just.” Putting Ken's hand away.

Kinara walked over, from a distance he already knew that standing not far from his current position was Dika.

Kinara wore a yellow dress that had knee-length, long sleeves, her hair tied in the style of a ponytail. It looked so elegant that Dika swallowed his saliva many times.

“Kinara, finally you .. come.” Dika gave the rose.

“Iya, but not for mediation!” answer Kinara firmly, “And sorry, I can't accept flowers from you.” Turned face.

Dika lowered his hand, handed the rose to Ken. “It's okay, I understand.” Dika kept smiling. “A ... what's up, Kinara?”

“I'm good,” said Kinara briefly.

“Sgratitude.” Dika circulated his gaze, staring at Kinara from above until it stopped in Kinara's stomach. His reflexes move forward, until his consciousness returns.

No, don't touch it, Dika. otherwise Kinara will be angry, Dika's inner.

He pulled his hand back.

Honey, how are you? It's Dad, son. I miss you so much, may you always be in the protection of God, I never tired of ber’a so that you and your mother are always in good condition. Forgive me for not being able to touch you, but you should know that Dad loves you so much, my son, Dika's inner self.

Seriate...