Destiny Love Kinara
Chicken Pointer

“Ok.” Dika's awake. “Now tell Dad, Son. Where's the milk you used to drink? Come on, work with Dad, yeah?”

“What does he say?” Kinara.

“He did not answer, probably because it was still in the stomach. At least you replaced our son to answer my question.” Laugh without sin.

“How dong, I'm forgetting.” Kinara folded her hands on her chest.

Cih, I'm sure you haven't forgotten, Dika's inner.

Dika took a deep breath. She clenched her hands together and pulled forward like she was exercising. For quite a while he did a body stretching motion until his eyes were fixed on Kinara.

“A ... What are you doing? Is kneeling not enough? You got to exercise here?” Kinara covered her face with one of her palms. Because some visitors began to pay attention to Dika's silly behavior, very incompatible with his fierce appearance.

“I'm preparing,” said Dika who did not stop warming up.

“Breaking? For what?”

“To deal with the behavior of my son and wife who seem to be working on me.” Dika smiled.

“I don't fuck you, otherwise know which milk you don't have to buy.”

“I won't give up that easy.” Dika wiggled his index finger in front of Kinara.

Good though. Let's see where you can be patient with me, Inner Kinara.

“Alright, now we start. What is this?” Dika pointed at one of the pregnant women's milk that was lined up on the shelf.

“Not.” Kinara.

“That's it?”

“Not also.”

“Which side?”

“Not.”

“Yang left?”

“Not?”

“The top one is how?” He seems to be getting upset. Of the many pregnant women's milk that he showed there is no one that fits. When he took a breath and exhaled violently.

“Heem ...” Kinara thought for a moment.

Dika smiled, it looks like this time the answer is ‘Iya’.

Finally finished as well, Dika sat up while massaging his chest.

“I don't think so.”

Dika stared at the nanar Kinara's face adorned with a wide smile.

“You sure aren't?” Dika reassured while pointing to one of the milk brands of pregnant women. “I've shown everything on the shelf, which one did you drink?”

“Not. I said no yes no.” Kinara turned her face to cover the smile from Dika.

Be patient, Dika, this is for your son, Dika's mind encourages itself.

“Surely that one, ‘kan? That's the last one.”

“Not, not that one*” replied Kinara insistent.

Dika massaged his forehead rough.

“Keeen!” yells. Dika believes Ken is nearby.

Sure enough, in a matter of seconds Ken was already standing in front of Dika. “What's up, Young Master.” Ken is polite.

Oh my God, where did this assistant come from? Does he have a door anywhere? kinara grumbled in the heart.

“Ken, buy all the milk of pregnant women on that shelf!” tutah Dika while pointing at the milk shelf in front of him.

“Good, Young Master.”

Ken moved his head. Two employees were already preparing with two large trolleys in each hand.

“Wait .. wait.” Kinara spread her hands in front of the milk shelf of pregnant women.

Cih, we who want to work on it why are we being bullied now, son? inner Kinara.

“Why, Kinara?” Dika walked closer to Kinara. “I can't guess which milk you used to drink, it's only natural that I decided to buy everything on this shelf?”

That's unnatural, that's a waste! inner Kinara.

“No, it is not necessary.”

“Why?” As it got closer, the distance between the two was only a few more cent. Their feet almost met. “Do I need to buy the one in the warehouse as well? Or buy the milk factory?”

Kinara panic. “Do not. I don't think it's necessary.” Kinara smiled in annoyance.

Judging from the attitude of her husband who never messed around maybe it will happen, buying milk pregnant women with large quantities is not a good idea.

“So?” Dika touched the tip of Kinara's fingers which made Kinara inching backwards.

“I drank this one.” Already holding a box of milk pregnant women taste chocolate.

Dika massaged the base of his nose and moved forward.

“Isn't that the first milk I showed you, Kinara?”

“Oh ...really? Yes, it's because I just remembered that I drank this milk.” Kinara laughs. Her husband's heart-wrenching intentions failed miserably.

“You didn't forget. You just want to fuck me, ‘kan?”

“Mana may. I did forget.” Kinara bowed her head in fear that her lie would be discovered by Dika.

Cih, when lying alone he still looks very sweet. Adorable, Dika inner.

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Finally the pregnant mother's milk drama ended. Dika bought several boxes of milk for pregnant women to stock for the next few months.

The two had a chance to argue when deciding who would pay for so much groceries. But the debate was won by Dika. He reasoned to want to be responsible for his son and his wife, Kinara difficult to resist if it always concerned his son. Dika is the father of his son.

🍃Exit shopping mall🍃

“Wait here, I take the car first,” said Dika.

“I'm asking Pak Budi to just pick up deh.” Kinara refused subtly, she did not want her time to be increasingly spent with Dika.

Maybe it didn't matter to Kinara, but to Dika it seemed like it would be a big deal. The longer they are together, the harder it is to let go of Kinara.

“I'm still your husband, Kinara. Let me be in charge until the end and guarantee your safety, well?” Dika stared expectantly.

Finally Kinara nodded. She did not torture her husband's feelings, and soon they too would be separated. Think Kinara.

Dika asks Ken to go home first, while he chooses to drive himself to drive Kinara home.

“Wait.” Kinara approached Dika and pulled the end of her t-shirt.

“Why? Something not bought yet?” ask Dika.

“Not ...” Kinara shook her head as she moved the tip of her tongue sweeping her thin lips. One hand moved around in the stomach and the look in his eyes was on one of the visitors sitting in the waiting chair.

“You want that?” ask Dika while smiling.

Kinara nodded.

“That's easy, that bakery is inside. You wait here, let me come in.”

“Not bread, but it's.” Kinara's hand pointed at one of the visitors who was devouring the chicken crest. There were two girls still wearing high school uniforms enjoying bread and chicken splints. Thinking what Kinara meant was bread, it turned out to be chicken splints.

“That's, what food?” Dika scratched his head.

“Chicken putty. Anyway I want that.”

“Good.” Dika turned his head.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Ken. Where is he, I can ask him to buy that food for you.”

Instantly, Kinara's facial features changed to dislike.

“Who is my husband? Ken or you? Why should Ken buy, I want you to buy,” hiss Kinara right in Dika's ear.

Is this cravings? inner Dika.

“Good, good. Let's buy.”

“Should be the same.” Kinara emphasized her tone.

“You mean?”

“The same should be eaten by the girl.”

“Isn't all chicken splints the same?” dika smiled widely.

“No want! I want the same one he ate, you asked him where he bought that chicken splinter.”

Oh, God ... Is this really a cravings? Or just my wife's excuse to torture me, Dika's mind.

“Ok, now you sit down first. Remember don't go anywhere, I'll ask her where she bought that chicken splinter.”

Kinara nodded her head followed by a sly smile.

“Excuse me, Dek.” Dika was already standing in front of the girl who was cool eating chicken sempole.

“Ah, yes. What's up, Brother?” The girl immediately stood up, tidied up her hair, and played her eyes like she was teasing Dika.

Shuddered when he saw the girl's behavior, if it wasn't for his wife where maybe he who was super rich and haughty was willing to lower his self-esteem in front of a high school girl just to ask about the chicken splints.

Seriate....

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Want mom to go up? You guys have to be diligent in Vote. If the Vote is diligent, tomorrow morning blind mom up kayak usually. Do not saggy dong, your child should not be lazy mulung point. Ok.

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A lot of comments, you want Kinara to crave what else? Which obviously should be troublesome Dika ya 🤣