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MY LIVING UNIVERSE
Kinanti walked down the road home with various raging feelings. Two men are racing to win hearts. He looks giddy between two intersections and confused to make a choice: survive or try to play heart.
In fact, as Sarma greeted once she got home, Kinanti continued to pass ignoring the whereabouts of her mother and two daughters. Fortunately, Sarma understood and considered it because of the exhaustion effect of the density of Kinanti's work.
After taking a shower and still wearing a towel kimono, Kinanti sat looking at her reflection at the dressing table. Slowly, he touched his lips that felt more blushing. He repeatedly wet his lips when he remembered the incident this afternoon. The mother-of-two warmed up and her heartbeat worked abnormally.
Suddenly Kinanti shook her head and felt guilty towards Surya. The next second, his phone on the nightstand shook. He shuffled and grabbed his phone to see who called him tonight.
A video call from Aksar made him gasp. He looked at the call for a long time. His heart was worried about whether or not he received the phone call. Then, his gaze was fixed on a wedding photo and Surya in a golden frame hanging sweetly on the wall. Finally, he tapped on the red sign icon as a rejection.
Aksar's Whatsapp message appeared on the screen in response to his rejection. Slightly hesitant, Kinanti opened the man's message.
[Give me 20 seconds to look at Kinan tonight. Later Kinan must be honest, if I still look like a sin, then this is not love.]
There was no reply from Kinanti. He read the message with an empty mind.
[But, if Kinan is happy, please stop for a moment at a taste.]
write Aksar back
Kinanti was still shrouded in a cloud of doubt and guilt so as not to reply to Aksar's message. A link from the Instagram link sent the man to her. He left the conversation room, then turned to the link.
A photo shows a picture of the window and a view of the lake outside. In the middle of the window, a music box was left open. Kinanti clearly remembers the place in the photo. The place this afternoon was loving. Slowly read the poem written by Aksar in the accompanying caption.
The corner of Kinanti's heart was filled with reading the post. He lay down on the bed, then looked up at the ceiling with a blank look.
[I'm scared, Mom. It must have hurt.]
[Kinan won't know what pain is, until pain is the only thing Kinan knows.]
Aksar again sent him a message that Kinanti had read immediately. Not long after, a link from the Joox app was sent by the man.
[I really like this song, because it really represents the tightness of a heart.]
Despite not responding to Aksar's message, Kinanti hastened to press the link. A song by Nidji called The Universe My life is soft. I listened to him with feeling.
You are the destroyer of nirvana
Distortion of my conscious
I'm starting to go crazy thinking about you
When his hug brings you to sleep
Every night, listen
Leave your lover
Stay with me
Of my life universe
I'm starting to go crazy thinking about you
When his hug ushered in your life
Every day (want to call yourself)
Leave your lover
Stay with me
Of my life universe
Don't blame the love
Blame the destiny of man
Stay with me
You are my whole life
Not love, not wrong love
Not love, just a wrong destiny
Not love, not wrong love
You are my universe, my constellation
You are the highest, the highest state in my mind
In my mind
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A thread of water flowed from Kinanti's eyes. He is still closed, reluctant to face a sense that is indeed starting to bloom in the wrong place. After that, a video call from Aksar again appeared from his phone. This time, he did not hesitate to tap the green dial.
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