Destiny Love Kinara

The Suffering of the Village Girl (Part 2)

🌸I never expected my life would be like Cinderella.

Taken from suffering and showered with much love.

Or like Snow White who was saved by a handsome prince riding white.

And gave him so much love.

I didn't expect my life to be perfect like the hundreds of fairy tales I finished as a child.

I just hope to be loved, even if only a little bit of🌸

“Kinaaaaarrr...!!”

Kinar was aghast from his daydream, his weak body leaning against the wall of Dika's room. His wet clothes were almost dry, maybe a bottle of water dikiram Dika into his body had been absorbed, into the pores of the body Kinar. Stripped Kinar pressed the door handle and ran into her husband's room, ah maybe more precisely his master's room. “Iya Mr.” Kinar replied from behind the bathroom door that was still tightly closed. Just the sound of water.

“Are you that stupid? Where's the towel?” Dika kept shouting.

Oh my God, just because the towel was as bitter as that sentence that came out of his mouth. Inner Kinar.

Kinar turned his head around looking for where the damn towel had made him in the maki machete.

After finding the towel she was looking for, Kinar grabbed the towel, knocked on the bathroom door and pushed it half open.

“Do I have to get up just to pick up that towel?!” Dika kept shouting,

Kinar sighed, heavy. He had to strengthen himself, there was currently no one by his side. There was no father who always widened his shoulders for Kinar to lean on when exhausted in the face of the weight of the trials of life, no Mirna who always gave a warm embrace when Kinar cried, no, there is also no Manda who always entertains with his silly behavior when Kinar is sad. There aren't. Right now there was only her who had to be strong to live this cruel destiny. Alone faced the cruel treatment of Dika.

Kinar pushed back the bathroom door, this time opening it full. Seemed Dika was soaking in the bathtub, his body looks shimmering under the floodlights of the bathroom. A handsome man with a field chest, his arms muscular, his wet hair still dripping water, falling one by one on his shoulders, his legs bent, revealing only the thighs and calves.

His face looked very handsome, his body was completely perfectly formed.

It seems like God really loves this man, He gave everything to you. Even sending a stupid woman like me that you can treat as you please. Inner Kinar.

Kinar turned his face away, he was not interested in the slightest item with Dika's body. Kinar thrust the towel without looking at Dika.

Dika accepts it, takes rough. Get out of the bathtub, wrap the towel given by Kinar. Then walk out. “Do you want to stay in the bathroom?!” Dika continued to shout, Kinar wondered if Dika's vocal cords were really strong. Who knows, maybe Dika has a backup vocal cords, is not it clearly visible because Dika always yells every time he commands.

“Ah.” Kinar walked out, held the bathroom door handle and closed tightly.

Dika was standing in front of a large glass that reflected his entire body image from head to toe. His body is only wrapped in a towel that is circular from the waist to the top of the knee. Her upper body was still half wet.

Ah. I can have a sore eye seeing this indecent sight. Inner Kinar.

Kinar lowered his face, played his fingers, then shook his feet on the floor.

While Dika was still sculpting in front of the glass, was enjoying the good looks of his face that God had bestowed on him. His hands were busy drying his hair with a small towel, while Kinar was just sculpting. Standing behind Dika, not knowing what to do.

What am I here for? So statues? Inner Pinar

Dika threw a small towel that was half wet because it had absorbed some of the water from her wet hair. Kinar caught the towel in a hurry, almost having his body balance faltered. Fortunately his hands were deftly resting on a small table beside the sofa, but his hands accidentally nudged a picture frame until it swayed almost fell to the floor.

Traaac...

Haaah. kinar heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily the picture frame just fell down on the table.

Just barely.

Who is this woman, so beautiful.

At the bottom of the photo, precisely on the right there is a row of letters that string the word “wanitaku”.

Deg, Kinar's panicking. Until almost back dropped the picture frame.

“What are you doing?” Semene-mena Dika pushed Kinar's body to fall on the floor.

“That, I just...” has not had time for Kinar to explain, Dika has been berating him fiery as if Kinar has made a big mistake.

Ngiii.....

Kinar's ears were ringing, his eyes were blurred, there were fireflies flying before his eyes, his head was really painful like being hit by a big stone. After that Kinar did not know what happened. He was stranded on the bed.

Kinar awoke from his sleep, opened his eyes slowly and blinked several times. Groped with his hands. Ah.. is this my room?

Mumbled.

Kinar sat on the bed. Making both hands as a pedestal and leaning his body on the head of the bed. Kinar yawned a few times, he noticed himself. The wet clothes changed. What the hell is going on?

Kina asked himself again.

Kinar tried to recall, not much he remembered. Kinar only remembers the last time he almost broke a frame where a picture of a woman was displayed, with a beautiful face holding a piano key. Then Dika immediately pushed his body and cursed him all out, but Kinar only remembered a line that was so heartbreaking.

“Remove your filthy hands from that frame.” that sentence is what made him unconscious.

Ahhh. This filthy me is really shameless. I could touch her valuables.

Kinar did not care who the woman in the photo was, it was just that the sentence that came out of Dika's mouth was never sweet. Dika really is like a bitter tongue.

Kinar pulled his legs together, making the sprai on his mattress interested and look tangled. He hugged both of his legs, buried his face between his kneecaps. Kinar wept bitterly, spilling everything he experienced in the washroom which was previously a warehouse of unused musical instruments.

No. gabe. I will not be outdone by that apathetic man, I must finish my education as soon as possible. Grabbing my ideals and then giving a decent life for Mom, from my own efforts. For mom.

Kinar muttered in between his cries, he tried to strengthen himself.

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