Destiny Love Kinara
The Prospective of Our Child

Kinara watched carefully the man standing in front of her, there were dirty marks and tears on both knees.

Did he fall? Inner Kinara.

Shortly before Kinara and Alisa approached, Dika was already standing with Ken's help. So that shameful incident did not have time to see Kinara and the others.

“How are you, sa ...” Dika smiled bitterly, if only that sentence could he continue, said ‘sayang’ which will come out of his mouth. But Dika did not want to make Kinara feel uncomfortable. “How are you, Kinara?” Hands out.

Kinara noticed again, there was a scratch wound on the palm of the man that she hated so much. Even at the tip of the index finger and middle finger there is a stain of blood stains due to pierced thorns of roses.

What's wrong with you, Dika? Why are you showing your weakness now? I can no longer complete it, because the wounds you have scratched are so deep and I have not been able to heal those wounds, Inner Kinara.

“I'm good, how about you?” Kinara did not welcome Dika's hand.

He was forced to pull back his hand. Hiding in a dirty pants pocket.

"I, yeah .. as you can see. I'm not entirely good" said Dika. “Why did you just come, Kinara?” continued.

It seemed like the conversation between Kinara and Dika had already taken a toll on the personal realm. Ken and Alisa choose to step down. If Alisa chooses to return to the car with Aunt Ane and Mr. Budi.

Then again with Ken. He chose to sit in the corner of the chair, quietly pulled out his phone and as usual photographing and recording the togetherness of Dika and Kinara was like a happiness for Ken. After that he will send the results of his hard work to Marta, who will be reciprocated thumbs up by Marta.

“I'm busy!” answer Kinara origin.

“Hmm ... Let's sit down.” Dika extended his hand again, and once again Kinara did not welcome the helping hand. Dika just smiled thinly. Both of them were already sitting on chairs lined up lengthwise. Like a seat at a bus stop.

“So why did you finally decide to come, Kinara?”

“I didn't come to mediate, Dika. It's just .. It looks like your son misses his father, since he was restless.”

Dika smiled happily. At least Kinara still recognized Dika as the father of her child. “It ... can I hold your stomach?”

Instantly Kinara turned his head and stared dislikefully, he shifted from his original seat. Be the distance of the two getting further, separated by two empty seats.

“No, I wouldn't have done that if you didn't allow it. I'm .. I'm sorry, don't be afraid Kinara. I won't hurt you even a fingernail.” Panicked, his eyes full of sadness. That normally angry black bead was a hundred percent gone, since when did it disappear? Only God and Dika know for sure.

Where did your warm eyes go, Kinara? Where's your sweet smile gone, Kinara? Can this sinful me give it all back as it was? Inner Dika.

“I think our meeting is enough, at least your son has seen his Father.” Kinara intended to get up from the chair until Dika stopped it.

“I beg you, Kinara. Please don't leave, at least give me a little more time to be with you.”

“What five months time do I give you is still not enough, Dika?”

“Five months you've wasted, Kinara. And I'm so sorry for that, please just give me five minutes, I still want to ask you a lot of things.”

“Unfortunately I don't have many answers for you, Dika!”

“I ... I don't need an answer from you, Kinara. Please, just give me a little time to sit next to you just staring at the darkening afternoon sky with you.”

“Are you sick, Dika?”

“No, I'm fine. Do I look like a sick person?” Back to asking.

“No, it's just that your way of speaking is not like the Dika Mahendra I used to know,” said Kinara.

Kinara looked to her left and right while holding her throat.

Dika immediately waved at Ken, as soon as Ken approached he whispered. Ken nodded and walked over to the car. Ken returned with a bottle of mineral water and a pink bag of jewelry.

“You thirsty, Kinara?” Dika almost fell down while holding out a water bottle to Kinara, lucky that his hand immediately rested on an empty chair. The distance between the two is indeed quite far, making it difficult for Dika to thrust the drinking water. “Close, Kinara. Really, I promise I won't touch you.”

Kinara stared dislikefully, but she kept shifting her body. Now the distance between the two is only separated by one empty seat.

Dika exhaled a sigh of relief until doing massaging movements of his chest. “Minum.”

“No, I'm not thirsty!” said Kinara ketus.

“You may not be thirsty, but our thirsty son. I don't bring pregnant mother's milk because I don't know what brand you drink.” Dika lowered his head. “Sorry for my negligence.”

Kinara wasn't that bad, she still had a conscience. If he also acts outrageous, then what is the difference between him and Dika who used to be.

“Sini.” Kinara reached out her hand without even batting her head.

Dika smiled widely. He immediately opened the lid of the mineral water and handed it to Kinara. Kinara received though with a dislike look on her face, she immediately gulped down the mineral water.

One sip.

Two sips.

Three gulps, and suddenly his stomach reacted. Kinara placed the bottle of mineral water on the side, then covered her mouth with one of her palms while the other hand she used to stroke her stomach.

Dika ventured to walk over and crouched right in front of Kinara. “Nak, don't be naughty. You can't be like that, baby. Look, your mother almost threw up,” her soft eyes while looking at Kinara's belly. He did not dare to hold onto Kinara's stomach, doing more than that would probably make Kinara overreact again.

Surprisingly, the nauseous feeling that Kinara felt gradually subsided once Dika was in front of her.

You playing your mom, son? How missed are you with your dad? I want her to be around you, don't you? inner Kinara.

Kinara stared fixedly at her husband's face, before the court tapped their hammer was still tied up in a sacred relationship.

The handsome face that usually looked fierce and full of anger when dealing with Kinara had already turned as soft as snow,

his eyeballs were as dark as a cluster of clouds, the gaze was even softer than Dika's gaze towards Carissa. His pitch-black hair was a little messy on the front, his nose that was

sharp, and his slightly volumized lips. Just this time Kinara could see something different on her husband's face.

“Your heart looks more firm, have you lost your weight?” ask Kinara.

Hearing Kinara's question just now made Dika smile happily, at least Kinara was still paying attention to her. Dika raised his head until the two faced each other. “I'm not sure, some days my appetite is indeed reduced. Moreover, I also often stay up late. Can it lose weight?”

“Why? You have a lot of work to stay up?”

As I recall you rarely stay up, you're the Boss! You just point, just tell and all your work is in order, Inner Kinara.

“Maybe.” Dika smiled. It was impossible for him to be honest about the main reason he stayed up late was to linger staring at the photo of Kinara.

Kinara scratched her head, the possible answer given Dika it like means ‘iya’ and ‘no’. Whatever, Kinara does not care.

“Already, you don't have to sit there. Get up and get away from me!”

“Good.” When she woke up, just one step away from the stomach Kinara react again. This time is more powerful because it is accompanied by the sound of ‘Hoek’ typical of pregnant women.

“Why?” Spontaneous Dika turned around and held Kinara's hand. “You okay, Kinara? Should we go to the doctor?”

Kinara.

After interacting with the inner child's prospective, Kinara's condition instead of improving is getting worse. His stomach was getting nauseous and the feeling of wanting to vomit was unbearable anymore.

Son, what's wrong with you? You've never been this fussy before, vomiting in the morning can count your fingers, Inner Kinara.

“We go to the doctor only. Don't freak me out, Kinara,” persuade Dika. Both of Kinara's hands rested on Dika's arms.

“No, no need.”

“What is your condition like? You vomit often?”

Kinara. “No, did vomit, but not like this.”

“Then why is your reaction like this now? Does the mineral water I gave you not match?”

Kinara shook her head again. “Not. I also do not understand, after all mineral water is the same as I usually drink.”

When exhaling a sigh of relief, at least not mineral water that causes Kinara to vomit.

“Let's go to the doctor,” take Dika a little pushy.

“Not necessary. Maybe soon it will be better.”

After improving Kinara looked at his hand resting on Dika's arm. Immediately he raised his hand and rewinded his body. “Sorry, I didn't accidentally.”

Jeez .. What if Carissa sees it, I don't want to be stamped as a woman's plan, Inner Kinara.

Kinara still did not know if Carissa had left the Dika mansion, nor about her relationship that was over. He only heard the news of Carissa cancelling his departure to England.

“That's no problem for me, Kinara.” Dika smiled. “Even thousands of times that incongruity you did too, I won't mind,” he murmured.

As Dika prepared to wake up, again and again Kinara's stomach reacted.

Oh, my God, you wanna stay close to your dad? You don't pity Mom, son? Do I need to take your father home? inner Kinara.

“Hoek ...” Kinara's reflex closed her mouth when the nauseous feeling returned.

When the fog turned back around his body and crouched again in front of Kinara.

“I beg you, Kinara. May I caress your stomach, this seems to be our son's request. It's possible that after I hold it he won't react like this again,” he said doubtfully. Dika wasn't sure Kinara would allow it.

About a minute Kinara was silent, then nodded her head. “Good.”

As fast as lightning Dika's hand was already holding Kinara's stomach. “How are you, son? Do you want to meet Dad? You miss Dad ‘kan?”

When the position of Dika was just below Kinara and his hand was holding Kinara's stomach. Suddenly Kinara moved her body, her head moved forward through Dika's shoulders, her hands pulled her husband's suit and shirt, and there was a drama that had tormented Kinara.

“Hoeeek ..”

Kinara spewed out all the food that had just entered her stomach a few minutes ago. While on the way to the Kinara Religious Court did eat in the car.

Dika was stunned, his right hand still stuck to Kinara's stomach. While his left hand reflexively patted gently Kinara's back. And his own back began to feel warm because of the vomit of Kinara to enter through the collar blemish. He swallowed his saliva slowly. Then laugh.

Kinara retreated her body intending to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand until Dika caught Kinara's hand and shook her head. Dika reached into the pocket of the suit and took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Kinara's lips, cleaning up the remaining vomit there.

Kinara looked confused. Dika's shoulders and the back of his suit were filled with vomit. But Dika just laughed until his shoulders shook.

Kinara massaged the base of his nose and then saturate, what because the vomit was his brain until it was problematic. I'm sure he'll be angry soon, it's expensive clothes ‘kan? Custom made suit, Inner Kinara.

“Do you not understand, Kinara?” ask Dika suddenly.

“No, understand what you mean?”

“This is the reason why I should not be away from you, it seems your son is also angry with me to have to prank his father like this.” Appointing the former vomit of Kinara.

Kinara was silent for a moment, trying to digest Dika's words, and Kinara only understood after Dika walked away.

“See, do you still feel nauseous?”

“Ajib, I don't feel nauseous anymore. My feelings are better too.” This time it was Kinara who laughed out loud.

So this is what you mean, son? You're great, we're supposed to be fighting tos, Dad. It's nothing compared to the crime your father committed on Mother, Inner Kinara.

Kinara laughed as she stroked her stomach.

Dika took off the suit and shirt that was hit by Kinara's vomit. He asked Ken to flush his back with water.

Currently Dika was standing in front of Kinara with the chest part fully open. His entire muscles were exposed, the torn bread slightly made Kinara swallow her saliva.

Dika already uses a T-shirt, it is not very fitting if combined with his official pants, but that's all in his car.

“Does he still smell his vomit? Is it uncomfortable for you, if yes I will just stand,” said Dika.

“No, you sit down.”

“Good.”

Dika was already sitting next to Kinara, still within one seat.

“Perhaps if big later he will punch me if it hurts you, still small has dared to vomit in his father's body,” Dika ledk.

“No, I will still make him filial to you. Either way you're his father, even though you won't be taking care of our son. But I will still introduce you as his real father,” Kinara said.

When she was silent, her eyes were teary. It was almost as if the clear grain was dripping when he imagined Kinara and her son would be living with another man. But Dika must be heartened, he can only try and the rest let God who govern the path of his life.

“Alright, because it's late you can go home.” Dika smiled. “As per my promise, I just want to be close to you for a while. And please accept this.” Pouring the pink pouch on Kinara.

“What is this?” Shaking head. “No, I don't want to accept anything else from you.”

“Thank you first,Kinara. Later when you get home, you can see the contents. If you are not willing to accept that, you can return it through Mr. Budi,” said Dika softly.

“Good.”

That day the two met like the fate of God, even between the awkwardness of both God still gave way for them to laugh through the actions of their prospective children.

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