Love Keinara
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Some files that he has signed, Fakhri handed back to Rangga's hands. At once handed some business to his assistant, before he went to meet

Inherited.

“You sure you don't want to use a plane to get there?.” Rangga asked his boss, who chose to use the land route to reach the place where Keinara was.

“Yakin...”.

With an address from Dewi, Fakhri decided that day to go to meet Keinara.

 “Be careful on Ri road...” Rangga's message was replied by a nod .

Arriving at the lobby, the car is ready. But before getting into the car, he seemed to be contacting someone.

“You have made sure my car is in good condition?.” Fakhri asked the workshop person he trusted to check the condition of his car before he went out of town a good distance away.

“...........”

“OK...makasih.” 

Fakhri hung up his phone, and kept his phone back where it was. After wearing the seat belt, Fakhri began

his journey.The bad experiences that ever befell him, make him very

be careful driving a car. He did not want the accident to happen again.

A distance of hundreds of kilos of meters should he travel this time. Capitalizing on clues from an app Fakhri tried to erode his distance with Keinara.

“Wait for me dear Kei..”.  He said as Keinara's face loomed in the eye pelupuk.

Several times the man stopped his vehicle at restaurants or restaurants he was driving through, when he was hungry or tired.

The sun was almost drowned when Fakhri almost reached his destination. After asking some people he met, the man finally found Keinara's house which turned out to be located not far from where to park the vehicle.

The house is simple, not so big but has a large enough yard. There are two leafy leafy fruit trees on the right and left side with a long bench underneath, so the yard has a shady place if the weather is hot .There is no impression of luxury but the house looks beautiful and clean.

The house with white ceramic floors, with walls that are also white, looks lonely. She hesitated but Fakhri finally stepped towards the door and knocked on it several times.

“Assalamu’alaikum..” Fakhri said as a man emerged from behind an open door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam..” Answer the black and gloved man who looks confused by the arrival of an unknown man.”Sorry son...want to see who?” Ask the owner of the house.

“You met Keinara sir?.”

“Oh....But there is no son!. But maybe we'll be home soon!. Come in first wait for him in .”

“Oh Yes sir, thank you.”

“Sit son.......Whose name and from where?.”

“I Fakhri sir, from Jakarta.”

“Oh...from Jakarta.” reply pak Sasongko Keinara's father who looked surprised.”Far away.....intentionally here?”.

“Iya sir, I came here on purpose because there is a little business with Keinara.”

“Oh....Nak Fakhri his college friend Nara?.”

“Not sir..incidentally Kei often deliver food to where I work, so you often meet and we finally know.”

“Oohh. May son Fakhri not regret befriending my son, who is only a simple country boy, not a rich man's son.” Said Mr. Sasongko who finally guessed

if his daughter with a young child in front of him is not just a friend, it must be more than that, otherwise the man may want to come all the way from

Jakarta is only to meet Nara.

“I have no regrets at all sir, I am even happy to be friends with the father's daughter.” Reply Fakhri sincerely and try not to gerogi in front of the man who may be his in-laws .

“Alkhamdulillah..” said the man looked relieved and finally remembered if the distant guest had not been given a drink .

”Ma...mamma......”. Call Mr. Sasongko to his wife, but because there is no answer Keinara's father finally woke up from his seat.”I'm just going to step inside.” Say Sasongko again . The man who worked as a teacher at the Elementary School near where he lived entered the house looking for his wife.

Fakhri's attention turned to the sound of a motor being heard from the direction of the page. Through a glass window overlooking the courtyard, he could clearly see who the biker was. A smile appeared on the man's lips,

looking at Keinara looked several times observing his car that was still parked on the side of the road.

Fakhri was eager to run and greet him, unfortunately now

he can't do it. Because the girl must have thought of him as

ex-boyfriend.

He continued to look at the face of Keinara who still seemed curious about the existence of his car. The face that Fakhri missed so much, was more clearly seen when the girl stepped into the house.

“Assalamu’alaikum..” Say hello to Keinara when on the doorstep. And was immediately startled when he recognized the voice that answered his greeting.

“M..mass Fakhri..!”. Keinara was completely shocked to see the man who had betrayed her sitting in the living room of her house, smiling guiltlessly.

“Yang  Still without any guilt, Fakhri calls the girl in front of him with a call of affection.

“My name is Keinara, not the..” Keinara was upset. Because he felt it was no longer a call for him. Keinara was about to leave Fakhri before his father emerged from within.

“Nara.please make a drink for Fakhri mas. Mama again in the bathroom so can not make.”

“Waitu mama aja pak.” Keinara denied that he was lazy to do so for Fakhri.

“Nara.....!!!.” The firm call from the father, made the girl have no choice but to go into the kitchen.

“Sorry yes son Fakhri, since returning from Jakarta Keinara attitude is not as usual. So irritable and unclear cause.”

From the middle room came Harni, Keinara's mother who seemed to have just finished bathing because of the smell of bath soap when the woman came.

The woman was surprised when her husband introduced Fakhri as his son's friend, because Keinara who was met in the kitchen claimed not to know

with that guest. And Miss Harni chose to believe her husband's words.

Not long after, Keinara returned with two cups of tea. Without a word Keinarapun again passed after putting the drink on the table. And enter the room whose door is adjacent to the door that leads to the middle room, so that it can be seen by Fakhri. And the girl did not come out again to greet her guests.

“Sabar..patience...” Fakhri muttered to himself after seeing Keinara's attitude.

Bu Harni and her husband looked at each other at the attitude of his daughter, who seemed unhappy with Fakhri's arrival. He finally entered his daughter's room. Before long the woman came out, with a serious face.

“Please son.di drink his tea.” Miss Harni said.

The tea is still slightly smoky Fakhri sip, and the taste is in accordance with his taste. Although angry with Fakhri, it turns out Keinara still remember the amount of sugar that suits the taste of the man. Fakhri smiled faintly when he realized that.

Until the magrib near Fakhri and Keinara's parents are still seen conversing, while behind the door Keinara room sits sweetly to be a listener. Until finally he had to come out when his mother called, while he still could not believe if his father asked Fakhri to

stay overnight.

“Prepare a room for son Fakhri!.” The order of the father, who did not seem to ask to be refused, made Keinara immediately enter the right room next to his room.

When finished he did not find Fakhri and his two parents.Where Fakhri, not so he thought. Because he thinks it's better he doesn't see the man's face. Cute, but it's delicious, he thought.

Thirty minutes he comfortably sat relaxed in front of the television after the magrib prayer. Not the soap opera on the television he saw, but the impressions that appear on the screen of the phone he was holding. Until he did not realize Fakhri who had just returned from the mosque because it was invited by Mr. Sasongko, had been standing behind the chair he was sitting in. He only realized when on his left right there is a hand holding the armchair holding his body.

Kei looked up, and right above his face, Fakhri's face was looking down at him with a smile. The face looked so handsome with slightly wet hair exposed to the water of the wudlu. For a few seconds the keinara was glued to the sight, before Keinara finally got up from his seat, and moved to sit in a chair

the others with annoyed faces.

But that did not stop Fakhri from approaching Keinara, because Fakhri then returned to confine the keinara body. He stood using

both knees were right in front of the girl sitting by raising her legs up on the chair. His hands held both sides of the chair.

“Mas...!! move aside....!.” Shouted Keinara who was upset and misbehaved.

“I want to step aside if you want to accompany me.”

“No..I don't want to....!”

“Ya already...we like this just continue , it seems even more fun.”

There was no choice for the girl whose heart now seemed to be released, other than to ask what Fakhri's will was.

“Ya already...mau been where!!.” Ask Keinara who wants to get out of the situation immediately.

“Ke mini market....."

“You what..?.”.

“You watch...”

“Heh.....??.”

“Typically you why to mini market?.”

“Shop...!?”

“Well that's tau...!?.”

“Why am I so stupid!!.” Keinara.

“Ya wait a minute.I change clothes first!”

“All of his jutek face in the same dressing is sweet.” Fakhri said with a smile.

Although he looks upset, in fact Keinara looks smiling when in his room. There was a sense of happiness in the heart of the girl, when she felt that Fakhri had returned to what he had been. But unfortunately the man is now her ex-boyfriend. The one he decides his love for is because the man's attitude changes.

Still standing in front of the mirror, Keinara sank with her thoughts. Until finally the mother's voice resuscitated her daydream.

“Kei..it was Fakhri again waiting..!!,”.

“Iya ma....separtly...!.”.

Keinara rushed out of the room. And it is true that Fakhri was standing on the terrace waiting for him accompanied by Mr. Sasongko who had just returned from the mosque.

Fakhri then said goodbye to Mr. Sasongko, as soon as he saw Keinara

exiting.

Fakhri's request turned out to be granted, because Keinara no longer put on a jutek face, looks a little sweet even though there is still a cold. But that made Fakhri grateful.

“Can not be sweetened by the face again..?.” Pinta Fakhri on the way, because Kei is more silent. And he felt like a father who was telling a story in front of his son who was about to sleep.

“Neg.....!!!” Reply to the beautiful girl who turns her love rate on

Fakhri did not decrease even though he had been hurt by the man.

“Oh yes already nothing...a little sweet also delicious kok.”.

“Issh....what the heck...this face is not sweet tea this afternoon...!”  Keinara's reply made Fakhri chuckle.

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Sorry for the usual night n' 1 chapter.....🙏🥰