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YOU ARE MY DESTINY

From that day on, Kinanti's relationship with Aksar grew closer. For work reasons, their communication is more intense. Moreover, the woman felt that she was getting an estuary of attention from Aksar.

The missing attention from Surya. Her husband is increasingly preoccupied with various activities in the hospital. Not infrequently, Surya does not go home and prefers to stay in the hospital.

[Honey, sorry you can't go home, yeah. One patient needs more attention, mas fear his condition drop pas mas not exist.]

If some time ago Kinanti would have been upset to receive such a pitched message, but not this time. He feels ordinary. I don't know why the atmosphere is getting weaker and trying to be sincere without limits with the busyness of Surya.

Kinanti usually willingly wait for the arrival of the husband on the balcony room until late at night. But this time, he did not ignore the sigh of longing. Kinanti tried to bury the desire to loneliness to get used to it in a sense of distance.

[OK, Mum. Don't forget to rest, yeah.]

Kinanti did not go to sleep. He's sitting on the balcony of his room tonight. Sip a cup of sweet and savory latte slowly. He looked up at the night sky, laying down his back with a raging mind.

For some reason it is not the face of the husband that comes to mind, but the face of another man. The face of the man who lately often makes him laugh and smile sweetly because of romantic poetry.

Kinanti grabbed the phone lying on the table. Now, his fingers dance through the Aksar Instagram account page. The account page with the pen name Right Man. He continued to scroll through the author's account homepage. Thousands of photos uploaded are dominated by writing and abstract images with sentence quotes in them.

Occasionally he showed the silhouette of the shadow of the body so that the mysterious impression was more attached to him. However, until this moment not many know the true identity of an Aksar Nayaka. Maybe that's the reason to make it easier for him to go anywhere without ever fear of being recognized.

Kinanti continues to scroll the screen until the earliest upload. He did not realize that he had been enjoying the series of words written by the man for hours.

Then, a WA notification appears on the screen.

I was surprised to see the notification of the streak because it was marked by love from Kinan :)

Kinanti was surprised to read the message, even more so when the man sent a screenshot showing the response from his account.

Sorry, just a fad.]

Kilah Kinanti tried to cover up the embarrassment. He stole the man's attention tonight.

[No problem. But, it's a public account. Check IG Kinan notification, I just followed through personal account :)]. Reply Aksar while submitting an account name that is much different from the previous IG account.

Kinanti swiftly returned to the original account of the man. Hundreds of photos of all his activities are there.

His eyes stopped at a photograph of Aksar half-soaking in a jacuzzi. He was quite flabbergasted by the tattoo on the man's body.

For a moment, Kinanti felt lost her breath. His heart rhymed not because. A dirty thought pervades his consciousness.

Dear God, please fade her charm in my eyes, Inner Kinanti while closing my eyes.

Their conversation continued until late into the night. Discussion of the novel script became one of Aksar's gaps in order to have a long conversation with Kinanti.

Kinanti laughed bitterly, feeling masygul. God is not playing dice, but destiny takes him in a funny vortex. Now, he's completely torn between guilt and a sense of euphoria.

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