Destiny Love Kinara
Two Men Standby

“Let go of my hand, Dika.” Kinara shook her hand to let Dika's grip loosen.

“Kinara.” Agra walked over. “Don't be like this. You can hate him, not like Dika's attitude is your right. Moreover Dika once gave you a very deep wound, but he is still the father of your son.”

“Agraa! Why are you?” Kinara stared dislikefully. “Isn't it supposed to be your rival? Why do I feel like you're giving him a chance to get close to me!"

“That's right, Dika is indeed my rival. I could be selfish if it was about you. But if it's about your son, can we both be stubborn?”

“Then what do you want? Why am I like the ball you threw here and there!”

Agra massaged his forehead and said, “Throwing you at Dika means you must be ready to let go. While I would never be ready to let you go, if it wasn't for you asking for it. I just want you to give Dika a chance, Kinara.”

“Hight for what? To go back to her? On this guy?” Kinara glanced at Dika and Agra alternately.

Dika prepared to open his mouth until Agra shook his head.

“Not! Not to go back to her.” Agra smiled gently.

You smiling? At a time like this you can smile, am I like a stupid woman you can play with? As you heart! inner Kinara.

“Then what? What chance should I give her?” asked Kinara in a dislike tone.

“The opportunity to give a Father time to be with his son, his flesh and blood. That chance he deserves, Kinara. No matter how hard you deny, he is still the father of your son.”

Cih, you're even starting to sound like Alisa. I can't tell you apart, it's Alisa or Agra, Inner Kinara.

“But he never recognized this as his son.” Kinara stroked her stomach with teary eyes, Dika's cruel demeanor suddenly came to haunt her. “She even asked me to take a pregnancy-pending pill, and after I got pregnant she accused me of having an affair with you!” Kinara. “Then why should I give her time to be close to the child she once rejected, Agra? Tell why? Why?” Kinara's voice trembled slightly, but the resentment within it remained clear.

Dika loosened his hand grip. “I'm sorry, Kinara.”

If I could wipe away the tears on your face and replace them with a smile, Dika said.

“Sorry? Is it just an apology you can say? That only? After you hurt me this deep and only sorry can you say?”

“I ...,” said Dika disconnected. Dika did not know what to say but sorry, because everything that happened was his fault. Had Kinara given him a chance, whatever he would have done to atone for all his sins.

Dika ruffled her hair and rubbed her face rough. The typical formal appearance of the Young Master changed instantly. Alisa appears to take a few steps back and takes refuge behind Agra. Kinara did the same, she was frightened because usually after doing that move Dika would physically hurt her.

Being too afraid of Kinara continuing to walk backwards without looking at the shelf behind her, Kinara's body thrust colliding with the shelf made some items fall down. Sontak Dika and Agra ran up to Kinara to protect her, if Dika grabbed Kinara's body under her arms then Agra held back some of the items that fell on her body. All three sat on the floor.

“You okay, Kinara?” ask Dika and Agra together.

“Emmm, yes ...,” says Kinara slowly.

“Ah, thank goodness...” said the two together again, even followed by a chest massage that made Alisa laugh.

He was grateful that the two people who loved Kinara were both good people. If one is a high-class playboy who has repented, then the other is a light hand full of regret and shows his love openly.

“Awas, I want to wake up,” said Kinara.

Agra and Dika woke up, both of them reached out to help Kinara stand up. Kinara seemed to think, not too long because Agra's hand was welcomed by Kinara. But unexpectedly, Agra dodged before his hands touched and smiled at Dika. “She is still your wife, you have more right to help her.”

Agra, you are .. What is your heart made of? I hate you, Inner Kinara.

“Come I help.” Dika smiled.

“No, I can do it myself,” said Kinara.

Dika does not care if after this Kinara will abuse him all-out, maybe his brain began to be unable to cooperate. He grabbed Kinara's body, and helped her stand up. Loves not to like Kinara still have to accept help from her husband.

Agra only smiled bitterly, this limit that he would never be able to enter. A sacred bond still ensnaring between the two. Until that bond breaks, he's still a stranger to Kinara's life.

May this time God's destiny side with us both, Kinara, aamiin, the inner Agra.

A moment after the incident the three of them were already standing up, suddenly Kinara reacted again. He used his right hand to cover his mouth while his left hand held the abdomen.

“Hoeek ...”

Agra immediately took out the plastic she had prepared, while Dika chose to take off the brown suit she was wearing. The two thrust out a medium to accommodate the vomit in front of Kinara.

“What is a crackle bag?” ask Dika while glancing at the crispy pouch that has been rolled up.

Agra nodded. “Yes, back when I was small and drunk travel I always used a crackle bag for vomit.”

Alisa heard Agra's words.

“Then what is that suit for?” asked Alisa who was quite curious about Dika's actions.

“That's because he once threw up on my suit, I think he wants to repeat it,” replied Dika innocently.

“What is expensive?” ask Agra.

“Iya, it's in custom design. I think my son likes to vomit in expensive places, at that time he also vomited in a limited edition suit.”

Agra was silent and said, “Do I have to take off my jacket?”

“What is expensive?” ask Dika in doubt.

“Of course, this is also a limited edition,” replied Agra arrogantly.

“Then just open it.” Dika glanced at the jacket Agra was wearing.

Alisa laughed again, and Dika and Agra turned to her. Alisa had to do a neck slashing motion when she found herself stared at by two Young Masters who were drunk with romance.

“So where do you want to vomit?” ask Agra.

Kinara. “Not so.”

Agra and Dika face to face with each other to see the absurd behavior of Kinara.

When the two men were not ready, suddenly. “Hoeek ...” Kinara spewed out everything on the floor, the vomit hit Agra's sandals and Dika's shoes. Lucky vomit was just not too much like when Kinara vomited in Dika's suit.

Alisa laughed again, this time louder. His shoulders shook until his glasses almost came off. “That's fair, it turns out your son doesn't want to vomit in their suit and jacket,” Alisa said as she looked at Kinar.

“Let me clean,” says Kinara.

“Don't!" said Dika and Agra together.

“You just sit down, let us clean it,” said Dika, “Come we clean this quickly.”

Agra nodded.

Ken came in with two women who had buckets and floor cleaning tools in their hands. Ken could tell because he saw everything in the cctv control room.

“Young Master, the two of them will do it.” Ken beckoned the two men.

“No need, Ken. This is my wife's vomit, let me take responsibility.”

“No problem, you just prepare a casual dress for me and Agra. Looks like Agra's pants are dirty.” Glancing at Agra, indeed some vomit about Agra and Dika's pants.

Ken nodded and immediately withdrew.

When Agra and Dika were busy with their duties, Kinara just sat down unmoved. Every now and then he made a gesture of hitting his own forehead out of frustration.

Wh why? Why are you doing this to your mom, son? Why are you embarrassing me? You always throw up when you're close to your dad. Though you've never been like this before, can't you do anything else to work on them? inner Kinara.

“Nih, drink.” Alisa is offering mineral water.

“Thank you, Lisa.” Receive the water and gulp it down quickly.

“Honey once.” Alisa shook her head many times.

“What?” ask Kinara.

“It is a pity that among them there will be injured, whereas both are good men.”

“You mean them?” Kinara pointed at Agra and Dika who were working together to clean up the vomit marks.

“Heem ...,” says Alisa slowly. “Whose else is it? No way Mr Budi, ‘kan?” ledek.

“If only you could be cloned, well.”

Kinara elbowed Alisa's arm. “What do you think I am?”

“Kan to be fair, pity if one of them should be heartbroken and languish. I'm sure the wound won't heal quickly, no matter which Agra or Dika you choose. What you didn't choose will still hurt.”

Kinara lowered her head to play the lid of the mineral water bottle. “What am I wrong, Lisa?”

“No.” Alisa was embracing Kinara's shoulder. “Nothing is wrong.” Patting slowly Kinara's shoulder. “This is part of your destiny, well you can't blame fate either, can you? The point is that no one is right, let time and the hand of God answer everything. Who will He unite with you.”

“I'm getting scared, Lisa.”

“Fear? What?”

“I'm afraid if I hurt one of them. Did I choose both?”

“Huss ...” Pat Kinara's shoulder. “You've made them go that far, of course you have to take responsibility.”

Meanwhile on the other side.

“You've done this before, Dika?” ask Agra while spraying the floor cleaning liquid. “You look used to it.”

“Which is right, who would dare to vomit in the expensive shoes of the Young Master of the Mahendra family,” replied Dika with confidence.

“Cih, cocky.” Agra sneering.

“You yourself how? You have a lot of lovers, right? Have they ever vomited in your expensive slippers?”

“I do have a lot of lovers, but never fucked them one. So no one is pregnant and vomiting at my feet,” said Agra no less confident.

“Didn't you ever have a love affair with a famous beautiful mayor's daughter?”

“Heem, why?”

“Why did you finally drop the choice on an ordinary girl like Kinara?”

“Now, I can't answer your question either, Dika. But for sure, Kinara cannot be compared to all of them.” Agra smiled as she recalled her first moment meeting Kinara. “Then you yourself how?”

“What?”

“You ever had Carissa, why did you change course?”

“Carissa is a good girl, but my heart doesn't quiver when with her. There's nothing special. All this time it turns out I misinterpreted love and feelings of pity,” said Dika.

Agra silence.

“After this I will go home, you can accompany her shopping for the items she needs.” Agra patted Dika on the shoulder who answered a nod of the head.

Thank you, Agra. Let's bet on God's destiny. Whose ship will sail and who will ship. May God record the best destiny for the three of us, Dika.

20 Minutes passed.

The floor of the former vomit Kinara was already clean and fragrant. He also changed his clothes, looking more relaxed.

“I have to go home, Kinara.” Agra was already standing in front of Kinara.

“Then we go home together.” Kinara got up from the chair and reassembled her sling bag. “Come on Alisa, we go home,” take her while reaching out to Alisa.

“Can't, you haven't shopped. Remember the nutritional intake for your child must be fulfilled.”

“Let's go, I can ask Aunt Ane who bought.” Kinara insisted. Because he knows where Agra's conversation is going.

“Kinara, give time for Father and son to know each other.”

“But, Agra ... I,” said Kinara.

“Have it, trust me. He's been waiting for you.” Pointing at Dika who was holding the trolley. “For your son.” Smilingly.

As soon as Kinara turned her head, Dika immediately waved her hand and smiled at Kinara.

“You did it on purpose!” hiss Kinara.

I did it on purpose, but it's for your own good. If it wasn't for you, would you think I would give Dika a chance? inner Agra.

Agra and Alisa walked away, getting further and further until the backs of the two disappeared blocked the large shelf. Kinara had to accept Agra's decision, albeit with great force.

Dika walked closer to Kinara. “Come, I will meet all your needs.” Dika smiled.

Look, I'll fuck you all out. Come on, son, let's teach your father a lesson, Inner Kinara

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