Destiny Love Kinara
The Agra (End)

As soon as Kinara's feet dried up, Agra seemed to take a deep breath. The moaning was heard in Kinara's ears.

“Why? You seem to be thinking of something?” ask Kinara.

Agra folded a towel that was half wet as it was used to dry Kinara's feet and put it on the table.

“Why, Agra? Are you sorry you helped clear the vomit?”

Agra shook his head quickly. “That's not what I'm thinking, Kinara.”

“Then what are you thinking? Don't make me feel so wrong, am I bothering you too much? Say, Agra.”

Agra turned his head, looking fixed Kinara's face. It's not as pale as it was, like when he vomited. “In this house there is Aunt Ane and Mr. Budi, even Aunt Ane standing in front of the bathroom door when I clean the vomit from your feet.”

“Iya, then where is the problem? It's also Aunt Ane who gave the towel.” Pointing a towel on the table. “So the problem is in Aunt Ane or is it in me? You don't like Aunt Ane seeing us? You're uncomfortable because Aunt Ane is always near us?” scowling Kinara for not getting an answer from Agra.

Aunt Ane who stood not far from Kinara and Agra until misbehaving and feeling bad. “Anu, Mr. .. does Auntie interfere with Young Master's privacy?”

“No, Bi. Not that, really. Stay standing not far from us, Bi.” Agra said, answered by a nod of the head and a thin smile on Aunt Ane's face.

“You're why, anyway?” Kinara got up from the sofa. “What makes you silent a thousand languages like this?” Kinara looks emotional.

“Sit down, Kinara. Keep your emotions.” Agra smile.

Kinara according to, she sat down though with a feeling of anger.

“Say, what's the problem? This is my question for the third time, if you don't answer. I won't ask again.” Kinara folded her hands on her chest while pushing her lips back.

As expected, it was always like that when angry. If you had known, your attitude was adorable, cute, inner Agra.

“Come say, I don't have time to wait.” There was a threat in Kinara's tone of voice that made Agra laugh.

“You laugh, stop.”

“Wait a minute.” Agra got up from the sofa and went to the back.

Instead of answering my question, she instead went to the back, Inner Kinara.

Before long she had returned with a glass of chocolate milk in her hand.

“Nah.” Put it in front of Kinara. “Drink milk first, after that I will answer all your questions.”

“I just vomited earlier.”

“Do not reason, drink milk first.” Glanced at Kinara with a commanding gaze.

Aunt Ane who also saw everything could only smile, if other youths would probably take the opportunity to do things. But Agra always minimizes that possibility. Every time she comes home, Agra always brings Alisa, they

eat and talk three. If by any chance Alisa is not coming, then Aunt Ane should always be near them. During that time, never once did Agra go out of bounds even though the opportunity to do that was wide open and he could do that. Isn't that where Agra's seriousness lies.

Without saying much more, Kinara immediately grabbed the glass and sipped the milk of pregnant women made by Agra until it ran out. Agra smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“You upset, Kinara?” ask Agra.

“Of course, I asked what's going on and you took the opportunity to make me drink milk.” Kinara grunted in annoyance.

“Good .. good, now say. What do you want to know?”

“You! Why is your facial expression like a displeased person when you're done wiping my legs?”

“It's not like that, Kinara. I ... I just feel guilty to you.” Agra humps his head.

“Bersalah? What do you mean?”

“I hugged you once, then held your hand three times, and held your leg twice. I feel ka ..”

Kinara. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I hugged you when you hurt Allen. I held your hand three times when helping you get close to the bathtub, and held your foot twice when clearing vomit from your feet and lastly when drying your feet.”

“Where is your talk, Agra?”

“I shouldn't have done that, Kinara. You're still someone else's wife, I ..”

“Ok, I get it. Then what do you want?” kinara's emotions began to spiral out of control.

Agra had to be careful in speaking, otherwise the atmosphere would get worse.

“There's nothing I can do, Kinara. Not seeing you can make me miss you can drive me crazy. As much as possible I always keep my distance from you, but there are always things that happen beyond our expectations,” said Agra Lirih.

“Then who can do it, Agra?”

“What do you mean?” Agra asked back.

“When all the weight on my shoulders almost depressed me. When I would rather die than survive with a man like Dika, only you come. When my own husband loudly said I was his mistress in front of hundreds of people, only you came and cleared my name.” Kinara.

“When Allen tried to strip me and drop my pride as a woman in front of everyone, only you came to protect me. When my own husband put me into an expensive college as an exiled scholarship student, you still came as a friend.” Remove the rough tears.

“You who created heaven in hell created Dika. If there is no you, should I drown in that hell alone? Died in it and rotted away because of the insults given by my own husband.”

“Don't cry, Kinara. I beg ...” Agra humps his head.

“Would you be the one who made me suffer? Do you forget who dropped me to the bottom? My pride as a woman was barely left because of my own husband, and you came to give me a little strength to hold my head up. Looking ahead, that my world is not that bad, my destiny is not that cruel.”

Kinara got up from the sofa. “You're the only one who's taken all the suffering that Dika created. You win over all the scorn that others give you, when the one who gave me that sneer was my own husband. And you're asking me to stay away from you?! The suffering I bear does not come from you, but from my bad destiny of having married a Dika Mahendra. Why should I stay away, why should we sacrifice? Isn't the only person to be punished is Dika!"

“Quiet, Kinara. Quiet ...”

“What after asking me to stay away from you will you ask me to cancel the divorce with Dika? Even if I'm not with you, I won't go back to her!” either

“Kinara .. keep your emotions.”

“Go, if indeed the closeness between kiya makes us both drown in sin. Maybe I am guilty of drawing you into this grief, you have the right to choose who you want to be happy with.”

With you, only with you, Kinara. There's no other choice for me, you're the only option, I just feel guilty for touching you. Nothing more than that, Inner Agra.

Agra could only watch as the little back of the woman he loved gradually disappeared behind the bedroom door. Agra kneeled his temple rough with a long sigh.

I just want to keep your honor as a woman, Kinara. I'm sorry if I hurt you in the end, I'm sorry. Until now, destiny has not been on our side, the inner Agra.

30 Minutes passed.

“You're still here?” Kinara came from behind. “I thought you were home.” Sitting in front of Agra.

“Hem .. it looks like we have to cut,” said Agra casually as if nothing happened.

“Bring Aunt Ane and Mr. Budi all together.”

“For what?” Agra scrunched his forehead.

“So we're not alone!" answer Kinara ketus.

“Kan no Alisa.” Agra kept smiling.

“Can be crowded,” hisses.

Oh, my God, this kid is really feeling, inner Agra.

“Customs usually also sit in the back. Let's just say I'm a taxi driver, come on I'm sorry.”

“I should also apologize.” Kinara. “My reaction may be excessive, after this we have to be patient to be together, and I will keep more distance with you.”

After Kinara's condition improved, his emotions had stabilized. Agra and Kinara leave for campus, not forgetting they both pick up Alisa.

Since Agra's pregnancy forbade Kinara from using her motor matic to campus, the two had argued when Agra forbade Kinara from working in the minimarket.

But Kinara insisted on keeping her job until her pregnancy entered her third trimester, and she would stop working. Agra had no choice but to pay attention to the intake of vitamins and foods that enter the body Kinara.

Agra himself often discussed with doctor Amel about the pregnancy Kinara, even he memorized foods that Kinara should and should not be consumed.

🍃Polishing center🍃

As planned, both must shop for milk stock pregnant women and other foods. Agra who pushed the trolley and Kinara were free to choose anything as long as it was not a forbidden food for pregnant women.

“You want ice cream?” Agra pointed at the ice cream spot.

Kinara nodded followed by a happy smile like a child.

“What taste? Chocolate?”

Kinara nodded again, the coldness of the ice and the melted chocolate had already been overshadowed by him. Kinara rubbed her lips with her tongue because she could not wait to land the ice cream in her mouth.

“Alisa, what do you want?” ask Agra.

The glasses girl standing beside Kinara seemed to be thinking. “Vanilla,” he said enthusiastically.

Kinara shuddered. Vanilla is the taste he dislikes the most.

Agra took two ice creams, one for Alisa and one for Kinara. “If you want to vomit do not hold, ok,” he said.

Kinara and Alisa frowned. “Here?” Kinara pointed at the floor.

“You are right, we can sue if Kinara vomits here.” Alisa stomped her feet on the floor.

Agra laughed, his handsome face suddenly joked. “I've prepared the plastic, you don't have to worry. Have I been such a good father-to-be?”

Kinara smiled. “Of course.”

Alisa just sneered.

“Eat slowly, don't rush. Japos ...” Agra squatting. “You're so careless, Kinara.” Agra tied up Kinara's loose shoelaces. “What if you fall because of this, next time just wear regular shoes. Don't be roped.”

Kinara did not care, she continued to lick the ice cream in her hands. Some drip to the floor because the ice cream melts quickly.

Agra immediately grabbed the tissue and cleaned the floor and thrust wet wipes at Kinara. “Clean your hand first, it's ice cream until it splashes to the floor.” Frown.

“You're like you're nagging your son, Agra.” It's not that it helps Alisa get stuck.

“Change, yeah. The ice cream in the box is safer, it won't be scattered. As eaten Alisa ‘kan safe.”

Kinara. “I want this one only.” Smiling satisfied.

I feel like I'm being bullied by him, Inner Agra.

Son, you're so great. Besides pranking your real father, should you prank your future adoptive father as well? inner Kinara laughed.

Kinara didn't lie, she just wanted ice cream inside the cone, didn't want another ice cream, either because she was pregnant or intentionally. Clearly he continues that.

Agra resigned, he crouched down to clean the floor exposed to drops of ice cream until Kinara finished with the ice cream.

In another corner of the same shopping center as Agra and Kinara. There were two people who were walking over, the two people were Dika and Ken. His second trip in the shopping mall was on business.

“Master isn't that, Mistress?” Ken pointed.

Dika circulated his gaze, although from a distance Dika was sure it was Kinara and Agra. The scene in front of him was enough to make Dika injured, Agra was currently pushing trolly. While Kinara and Alisa were choosing, it looked like a happy family. Kontan Dika lowered his head.

“Master should we cancel our meeting, I can reschedule,” Ken said quickly.

“Do not disappoint others just because of personal affairs.” Dika smiled. “You talked about our cooperation, I want to say hello to my wife and child.”

“But, Young Master.” Ken was worried whether there would be a fight between the two men who whistled each other tensely.

“Don't worry, losing Kinara has taught me a lot, Ken.” Dika patted Ken on the shoulder. He just nodded looking at Dika who was walking away.

He walked on a different side.

Son, how are you? Dad, miss you, Dika.

Seriate...

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Ok, for those of you who say Kinara deket2 Agra well.

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For the last nesu2, can you not take lessons from the previous chapter2? This novel is packed with boundaries2 between men and women but does not close their mistakes as humans to be used as lessons. Because this novel is presented as realistic as possible. You just can't wait and don't want to follow the flow, here's the same coffee mom 😏😅🤣 mother still have cyanide stock.