Destiny Love Kinara
As Cold as Rain Water

The morning when the rainy season comes it always feels the same, cold and humid. It will change when the sun gradually comes to divide its warmth. However, it seems that today the spatter will last a long time. Evidently since dawn had not been reduced, it was getting faster.

Kinara stood staring at the window of her room, she folded her hands together on her chest while looking at the raindrops that were falling on the grass and leaves.

The room is located at the front of the house, facing the garden area. The raindrops made some roses wither, some petals even fell because of the continuous rain.

Sometimes something excessive is also not too good, such as her marriage to Dika which she values too high. Kinara who was just an ordinary woman, was not so beautiful either. How dare I hope to conquer an iceberg like Dika. Before successfully conquering Dika, in fact he had given up because he was too tired.

Every woman wants a happy marriage. Married once in a lifetime. Falling in love with the same person every day. But who can guarantee that the first marriage always ends happily?

When Dika Mahendra had everything, Kinara thought she would be treated like a queen. Endowed with love and affection, endowed with a comfortable and secure life. Turns out he was wrong, which he got was precisely the dark side in a marriage.

Every memory of his marriage to Dika there was not a single thing that could make Kinara smile happily. Kinara was drowning in a deep sense of fear and pain. Like this morning, tears were unknowingly dripping while Kinara recalled Dika's harsh treatment of her.

Kinara was aghast as she heard the sound of her bedroom door being knocked down followed by Aunt Ane's voice calling her name. Kinara ran small to reach the door handle.

“Iya, Bi. Why?”

“Aibi has made porridge for breakfast, Nyah.”

“Oh, what time is it?” Kinara twisted her body to see what time it was. Instead find a clock hanging on the wall of his room. Kinara instead found Dika's jacket that was lying on his bed. When he opened his eyes this morning, the jacket was already on top of his body.

“Good, Bi. I will soon be at the dinner table,” said Kinara followed by a smile.

Aunt Ane mangangguk and immediately resigned.

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After cleansing her body, Kinara came out for breakfast. He couldn't possibly stay in the room just to enjoy the speck of rain from the window. Aunt Ane was even willing to make porridge for her, of course she had to appreciate it. Kinara approached the dining table while holding Dika's jacket in her hand.

🍃Meat🍃 Table

Aunt Ane had prepared everything on the table, a bowl of porridge with extra fried chicken cut into small pieces on it and a glass of warm chocolate milk ready to move to Kinara's stomach.

“There's more, Mistress?”

“Nothing, Bi. Enough.” Kinara smiled. He started scooping up Aunt Ane's chicken porridge. One bribe, two bribes. Suddenly she remembered wanting to ask Ane's aunt something. “Bi, sit. Something I want to ask.”

“It ... let Aunt stand alone, Nyah.” Aunt Ane refused politely. How could a servant seem to be able to sit at one table with his master.

“Bi, I never thought of Aunt Ane as a waitress.” Kinara smiled. “Sit and answer my question.” Kinara patted one of the empty seats beside her.

Deg. Aunt Ane gasped, it turned out that Kinara knew her heart.

“Sit, Bi. I beg.”

“Yes God, don't talk like that, Madam. You don't have to beg so.” Finally Aunt Ane relented and sat down at the same dining table as Kinara. The two were separated by two empty seats.

“That night who drove me inside the house, Bi?”

Aunt Ane lowered her head, a moment later Aunt Ane looked up and smiled. “Young Master who carried Madam up into the room,” she said.

This morning Kinara remembered nothing, other than her daily shopping at the shopping center and the last time she cried sobbing and fell asleep in Dika's car.

“Oh, it looks like it belongs to the young master, Madam. Since getting off the car the jacket has been attached to the body of Madam.” Aunt Ane looked embarrassed. “Aibi feels young master looks very different, Madam.”

“Means, Aunty?” Kinara placed the spoon over the bowl and looked at Aunt Ane carefully.

“Young master is very gentle and warm to Madam. The Master held the Madam while tightly hugging the Madam's body, then lowered the Madam's body very carefully and enveloped the Madam's body with a jacket first new with a blanket on it,” said aunt Ane.

Whatisit? Long distance hugging method? He used his jacket to hug me? inner Kinara.

Kinara did not respond much to what Ane's aunt said, she smiled more often to appreciate Ane's aunt who was telling her proud story. Kinara preferred to enjoy a bowl of porridge in front of him. I don't know, no one can knock Kinara's heart out. Even with the sweet story told by Aunt Ane.

“Oh Yes, Bi. All groceries checked?”

“Already, Mistress.”

“How? Is anyone not bought yet? The note that Aunt Ane wrote brought Agra. So I was just guessing.”

“There are some, Madam. But let Auntie buy.”

“Thank you, Bi.”

Aunt Ane just smiled, got up from the chair and resigned herself to return to the kitchen.

After Aunt Ane left, it was just as unpleasant to eat alone at a large dining table. It suddenly dawned on how happy it would be if there was a family accompanying him. Sitting together in one table, devouring food with an expanding smile on each other's faces. Kinara placed the spoon on the plate, suddenly her appetite disappeared. Kinara got up from the chair and chose to go back to her room to enjoy the rain spots from behind her bedroom window.

***

It had been three days since Dika had accompanied her shopping. There was no significant change, the phone from Dika there was not a single one that Kinara picked up. The message from her husband was never answered. Dika's jacket also still lay him on his study table, stooped without meaning. Like her marriage that no longer has meaning.

Kinara had not had time to wash Dika's jacket. Luckily the sky was already back bright with the sun up there, after two days before the rain spatter kept coming. Kinara left her room to wash Dika's jacket and returned the jacket as soon as possible.

🍃Night at home Kinara🍃

Kinara was already standing in front of the wardrobe. The jacket that Dika had washed was already perfectly dry. He had folded it up and was about to store it in the closet. Maybe tomorrow morning Kinara will ask Mr. Budi to return the jacket. When opening the closet accidentally pink pouch Dika gave dropped.

“I forgot this. Why does this jewelry keep falling, fortunately nothing is broken.” Kinara massaged her chest. “It's too expensive for you to give me, Dika.” Kinara opened a set of Dika-given jewelry. “I'm also not interested in wearing this, it's too late, Dika. We both walked on different sides. My heart is as cold as rain.”

Kinara tightly closed the jewelry and put it in a pink bag. Kinara's fingers accidentally touched the paper. “Ah, this is a letter from Dika. Do I need to read it?” Kinara placed the jewelry on the table, she walked over to the window while pulling on her study chair.

Kinara was already sitting in front of the window of the room that was fully open. The night air began to sweep over the surface of his skin. Kinara closed her eyes and smiled. He squeezed the letter from Dika and then said softly, “Bismillah.” Kinara had already decided, reading the letter from Dika was a form of appreciating the man she once had in her heart.

Before reading the letter, Kinara stared at the dim garden lights. Slowly Kinara opened the letter and read it.

Dear Kinara, the jewel of my heart & my heart

Seriate...

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Bonus for you, Sunday mother up. Mood mother again good, do not ditoel2.. tonight you can sleep while thinking about the contents of the letter from Dika 🤣😅 Tomorrow morning2 directly vote well, let the rank is not too far away.