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LOVE IS NEVER WRONG

This time the kiss was actually reciprocated with a deeper pagutan. They sip each other until they cause a crash. Aksar's feelings are now unstoppable. He loved Kinanti more than anything. His intention to take Kinanti away from this city Aksar had thought of a long time ago.

The conscious mind again haunts Kinanti. As fast as lightning, he stood away before a more intimate thing happened. “Sorry, Mom. I gotta go. It's wrong! I already have a family waiting for me at home.” He shut his mouth and tried to break down the desire that had reigned and crazy.

Aksar shook his head slowly as he approached Kinanti. She put her hair on, then hugged it tightly.

Kinanti just silently pecked, sipping the scent of Aksar's body. “This is not wrong, Kinan. This feeling is sincere. I loved you a long time ago, long before Kinan got married,” sighs Aksar with a hoarse voice. He stroked Kinanti's back slowly and with a feeling of longing.

Kinanti was still standing where she stood. Look up and enjoy the masculine good looks of the men nearby. Then, he looked at Aksar who continued to step towards the glass cupboard by the window.

Aksar took an object from inside. A cemani color music box to Kinanti. Again, Kinanti was wide open when opening it Inside there was a special black disc playing a song.

The melody of Celine Dion's I Will Be Stronger sounded melodic from the music box. The music box is the same as hers that has been stored for years. The music box he always opens when he is sad. Her eyes returned to excitement after she heard the rhythm of her favorite song.

And tonight I have all I need

I got forgiveness, I’m feeling different

To night I will be stronger

I did’nt ask to be set free

But in my hour of weakness, I found a sweetness.

Kinanti looked at Aksar with an expression of disbelief. Is Aksar really that?

Kinanti tried to remember what she said the first time she got the parcel that her mother gave her. The music box meant a lot to him. Every time he heard the melody, his spirit returned intact.

“Hai, music box owner. My mother said you're a handsome man. Thanks for the day I went through this, yeah. One day when we meet, the cake I will fall in love, deh.”

Kinanti remembered what he had said back then and began to realize that he had been eaten by his own promise. “So, who used to love me?”

“Hmm.” Only a short word was accompanied by a small nod as Aksar's answer. Aksar plays Kinanti's hair gently.

“Kok can?”

“What Kinan still keeps?”

“Still, even still until now.” Kinanti stared fixedly at Aksar. “So, is this why I became editor?”

“Hmm, it looks like my efforts succeeded, ‘right? A dozen years I waited for Kinan, and the love is still the same.” The head of Aksar was immediately at the bend of Kinanti's shoulders.

Kinanti was flattered to be loved so much by Aksar.

Slowly, Aksar took Kinanti's hand to step into the room.

Kinanti's attention was drawn to the lake view that looked bluish green from Aksar's room. However, gradually, his attention was diverted to the gigantic portrait of him that filled the right side of the male wall.

Kinanti was flabbergasted at once fascinated. A red cloak was clearly emanating from his face. It is obvious that Max did not bark at his first arrival to this house.

“Why? Kinan surprised?”

You would be surprised if you knew another fact, dear, Aksar continued in his heart.

“I can't believe Mas like that to me.”

“There are things in this world that can't be trusted with common sense, Kinan. One of them, love. His power is beyond anything. Dozens of years I survived, waiting for this moment to come, one of them because it has that power.”

Kinanti stared at the astonished soft-faced man by her side. He got carried away and enjoyed the romantic treatment of Aksar. Then, the two faced in front of a glass balcony right facing the lake.

The wind was still blowing softly as Aksar stepped closer to Kinanti who was as if waiting for him. He held the woman's hand half-down. Their foreheads touch each other. The two men closed their eyes, enjoying the taste that rippled between them.

The opium was real to Kinanti. He put away the worries that had crossed his mind.

Again, this is all. His heart whispered and negotiated with common sense.

Kinanti advanced a step closer to Aksar, then cupped both cheeks of Aksar. Maybe because of getting carried away or whether the courage that possessed him, he touched the man first.

Not unlike Aksar, obviously he was full of desire to immediately reply to Kinanti's touch. His hand again touched the nape of Kinanti, bringing closer the view that had been a moment apart. The sanity to hold back is eroded away. There is nothing to be called who started, what is happening right now is purely an impulse of wanting to have. Aksar pulled away as Kinanti breathed. Both are still looking between the spatter that adds more and more shahdu atmosphere.

“I don't want to lose you, Kinan.” Aksar whispered in Kinanti's right ear, then rested his head on the woman's shoulder.

“But, this is wrong, Mas. I have a son and a husband. This feeling should not be continued.” Kinanti escaped from Aksar's embrace. He looked at the man with his eyes holding back tears.

“Our love is not wrong, Kinan. Only destiny is not between us. If only ... argh!” Aksar half-screamed with a heavy breath, restored his hair, then stared at the ceiling of the room.

“Sorry I have to go, Mas!” Kinanti ran small towards the front door and followed by Aksar from behind.

“Kinan, please ...” Aksar tried to grab Kinanti's hand, but was slowly pushed aside by the woman.

Kinanti quickly got out of the room and went down the stairs then out to the terrace. He got into the car in a hurry to start the engine, and retreated from the yard. He didn't care about the heavy rain at the time.

Aksar was still tapping on the glass next to his wheel. Kinanti sought to ignore the man who had begun to exist on the throne of her heart.

Aksar can only resign when the car is speeding away leaving a puff of smoke in front of him.

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