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YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY MY DESTINY!

In the morning, Aksar woke up and rushed to take a bath. He let a warm shower wash it long enough. He restores the still wet hair slowly.

Aksar continues to imagine his friendship with Kinanti during last night's concert. Then, in the glass shower box that was exposed to water vapor, he wrote the name KINANTI. He touched the writing with his lips, as if he was imagining the woman in front of him.

“Kinanti ...,” muttered in *******breath is frustrating.

Half an hour later, Aksar took Max for a walk around the complex. However, a message from Kinanti made him stop the move.

[Again, Mas. 10 O'clock is home, right? I'd like an anterin for a second phase revision script].

[I happen to be not planning on going anywhere. Please].

[OK. I'll be there in an hour.].

How glad Aksar was to read the message. He immediately turned to take Max home. Arriving at home, he headed for the reading room, looking for an object that would remind Kinanti. He did not want to stall his chance with Kinanti. This time, the woman will not deny her feelings.

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Kinanti was still standing in front of the wheel of the car. He stared at the old two-story Mediterranean-style building in front of him. The page is quite large and well organized. The concept of the lake view adds to the cool and comfortable exterior of the house. The natural impression is clearly visible in one glance. The roof is glare-colored and the walls are using white painted bricks. The stone, door, and iron details on the balcony windows are quite elegant and art-style.

Pretty classic taste.

Suddenly doubt entered Kinanti's mind. The woman wearing the knee-length dress was still hanging her hands in the air. Kinanti weighed, about to press the bell on the left side of the door that loomed before her or turn back home.

However, Kinanti changed plans immediately, then turned to cancel the meeting. The ponytail hair that shows the neck of the level also swayed to the rhythm of the steps as he went down the steps of the terrace of Aksar. Unfortunately, it was too late for Kinanti because Aksar had appeared from behind the door.

“Hai, why go home? I've been waiting for Kinan's arrival since.” An alluring smile was present from the man.

Kinanti turned around and misbehaved, her bead did not change direction, still staring at Aksar. It's caught up in the charm of that tall-nosed guy. At first glance, he saw the charm of Surya on Aksar's face while reviewing a smile.

“Ha-hai, Mas. I didn't go home, um .. a-there's one left in the car,” replied Kinanti stuttered. The grin in his heart rang again.

“Udah, enter first. I have prepared drinks for Kinan.” Aksar opened the door wide. Max who was near Aksar immediately shook his tail.

Things that are still a question mark for Kinanti about the act of hairy animals. Kinanti felt Max had known her a long time ago. Hesitating, he stepped in. He gave a view to the whole living room.

All furniture is made of wood with a typical interior style of the past. Walls are bright. This contrasts sharply with the mysterious impression that Aksar displays on the surface. He did not pay attention to the details of the Aksar house during his first visit.

Rows of books neatly arranged on a towering shelf, making Kinanti feel at home for a long time in the room. Then, he walked down the middle room that was connected without a partition with the living room. There are several paintings of naturalism on the wall flanking a family photo.

“That's a family photo of Mas, ‘kan? How is it?” The Kinanti index leads to a photo.

In the photo, a husband and wife are sitting on the sofa with a boy in his arms. Glabela Kinanti was surprised by the unusual pose.

First, because the face of the man is left torn and only leaves the upper body so that the shape is not recognized. Then the second astonishment, usually poses one family that only has a child, surely the child will be flanked by both parents. However, in the picture framed large enough in the middle room, the child is actually on the right side of the mother.

Kinanti glanced at Aksar who was now speechless. Even without a word, it is able to capture the look of the eye that shows deep pain.

“Sorry, Mom. I have no intention of revealing your past. Just—”

“No papa, I just remember a little story.” Aksar smiled to melt the Kinanti's clumsiness.

Now, Kinanti was more sympathetic to Aksar. He felt in the story that flowed from the man still harboring pain that was deliberately hidden. Rinai rain out there actually ensnared them in a more intimate atmosphere. The conversation continued to flow, the chemistry of the two of them woke up strong.

Without realizing it, the two were already sitting side by side on a soft sofa in the middle room. The cold that hit from the window turned warm as they both sipped Aksar latte coffee. The coffee that the man had wiped was stuck to the tip of his lips.

“Mas, there, still stick the former coffee.” Kinanti pointed towards Aksar's lips.

Aksar wipe and wet with his lips, a sexy impression actually arises from his wet red lips.

Kinanti reflexes lowered her head, hiding the look of a face that began to blush due to the thought of naughty things that flashed a glance.

Aksar lifted Kinanti's chin slowly, forcing Kinanti to look at him.

I try to turn my face in the other direction. The woman tried to pull her arm off. However, he stroked both of Kinanti's cheeks.

The reflex closes the eyes. Warmth spreads in every joint, a sudden romance of coolness is created. It seems, he began to copy the existence of Aksar.

Aksar straightened his body, shifting his seat until it was not far away. Kinanti opened her eyes. He looked softly at the woman. One hand cupped Kinanti. The man's thumb stroked gently on Kinanti's smooth cheek, while the other hand clasped the neck. There was a strange emotion when their lips met. Smack each other, again and again.

Kinanti flinched, instantly reflexively pushing Aksar's chest. Clear flowing mottles wetting Kinanti's cheeks. He realized this was not true.

“You're crying, Kinan? Oh, I'm sorry I made Kinan uncomfortable.” Aksar stopped kissing Kinanti as his fingers wiped away the tears.

“Mas, this is wrong! This is not true!” Kinanti stood away from Aksar.

“I like Kinan ... and will not give up on fighting.”

“Clearned, Mas!”

“Pursuing you is not easy, let alone having to let you go, Kinan.”

Kinanti retreated slowly while shaking her head, trying to keep away the strange feeling that was bubbling within her.

However, Aksar swiftly pulled his arm until he again sat down. Kinanti was wide, her legs suddenly limp. He tried to push Aksar's chest, but the man's hand grabbed him by the waist. The tanned-haired woman let out a small scream. However, his voice was muffled back by Aksar's lips.

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