My Choice of Woman

Episode 115's

Happy imagination

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Naresh held Kinanti's hand warmly. “You don't have to reach the stars in the sky. Simply become like a star capable of sparkling at night.”

The two human children were confined within the space created by the universe. The space that seemed to stop in it, about exchanging stories and throwing prayers. They plead that the world will not wake up soon, because this sense of the beat is getting sharper. Can this be called sweet destiny? I don't know. Only Naresh and Kinanti knew.

They talk about themselves, introducing themselves to their interlocutors. Interspersed with laughter and jokes filled with fun. Naresh sometimes stroked Kinanti's hair gently between stories, until he realized that the girl had fallen asleep hearing the white fox fairy tale he borrowed from his mother's story.

Naresh smilingly stared fixedly at the face of the girl. Today the Universe allows its heart to be linked to the right harbor, to the little girl from the slums. As the night wore off in concentration, the night breeze turned into an icy gust. Naresh carefully carried Kinanti's body and carried her into the house.

He put Kinanti's body in a room she had never used before. He also took off the shoes that wrapped the little girl's feet. Tonight he does not want to indulge. This feeling is purely out of genuine love.

“Allow me to be your place for the estuary of all your happiness and grievances. Don't run, and don't go.” Naresh enveloped Kinanti's body, not forgetting the gentle strokes on the girl's hair. He allowed Kinanti to sleep here while he slept in his own room facing this room.

“Goodnight, Kinan.” Naresh closed the door and returned to his room.

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Today morning still covered in cold, a maid came knocking on the door of a small house that fenced high plants like a labyrinth. He was carrying a box wrapped in cloth. He was still standing at the door waiting for the owner to open the main portal of the house.

Shortly after knocking more than once, the owner finally opened the door to a man in a white T-shirt and trousers rubbing his wet hair with a towel. It seemed like he had taken a bath so that his face looked fresher in this cool morning.

“Have you brought what I want?” ask the man.

The female maid bowed and handed the box-shaped and cloth-wrapped object to the man saying, “As you wish, Mr. Yori.”

The man took the parcel that had been proffered for him. “Thank you Bi Saka. No need to worry, he spent the night at my house, no need to be afraid if he was not in his room last night.”

The female maid bowed again, “Iya, Mr. Yori. I excuse.” After getting a nod from Mr. Yori, the female maid left.

Naresh had brought a maid outfit made especially for Kinanti who was the companion of the great mistress. The clothes are only in the form of black shirts and black pants, although the simple fabric used is a specially ordered fabric. The fabric is the latest and advanced technology. Fabric that is not easily torn even though the wearer fell banged. In addition, the fabric used for Kinanti clothes is impermeable to water and able to adjust body temperature and not flammable.

Naresh went into Kinanti's room. The girl was still soundly asleep. Naresh placed the box on the nightstand, while occasionally stroking his hand gently over the top of Kinanti's head. He was so fond of the girl who still hugged the warm blanket.

“You know why I wanted to have you since we first met in front of Adnan's house? Because your face looks a lot like my mother's. Don't walk away from me again huh,” Naresh smiled, his hands still guerrilla in Kinanti's head.

Naresh's movements made the girl awaken, her consciousness gradually recovering. His gaze was not entirely clear, but he could see that there was a figure approaching him. The nerve cells are connected, junctioning to form an implus like a stream of electricity, as soon as he remembers the incident last night. His instincts worked, he felt that this was not his mattress that was in the female mess. He rose from his sleep. His eyes were perfectly open to see a man in a short white shirt with a thin cloth, shiny hair because it was wet and a towel that was draped just around his neck.

The man smiled. “Good morning.”

Naresh, who was upset with the sound of a cry pitched with a cry, immediately smothered Kinanti's mouth to stop the tone that was very unpleasant to listen to. “Why are you yelling?!”

Kinanti instantly moved Naresh's hand away from his mouth. “What are you doing here! Don't fuck you!” Kinanti stared fiercely. Reflexively wrapped the blanket again until it covered his body.

Naresh stared inexplicably. He did nothing last night, even sleeping separately. “Oh .. I know, surely you think I slept next to you. I'm sorry I'm not a despicable man, my mind is still sane about it. Looks like you forgot, if last night you fell asleep on my lap and I took you to this room, Kinan.”

Naresh did not want to continue his debate with the girl, he chose to walk towards the window and open the curtain cloth so that the sunlight into it made a good circulation. Not to forget he also opened his window and breathed fresh morning air.

Kinanti tried to clear her mind tainted with prejudice. Slowly she opened the blanket. Sure enough! his clothes were still attached to his body not being detached or opened in the slightest. He still remembers if this house has two rooms facing its location.

So it's true he didn't do anything last night?

Kinanti considered his penalty, he also recalled the last incident before he fell in the arms of a dream. True he only saw the night sky and then fell asleep hearing the story of ‘Rubah Putih’, a fairy tale belonging to Naresh. His eyes caught the pleasant aura of the man whose body was still enjoying the breeze of a clean morning breeze.

“Did you keep quiet on that bed?” the man in the window frame, his body did not turn to face Kinanti. “Do you not have to prepare to accompany Mrs Fernando? No need to be confused, all your clothes I prepared near your feet.”

Kinanti saw a package of satin cloth patterned with flowers, he took it and opened the package. Inside was only his black shirt. Clothes made especially for the Queen's companion.

How could he take this shirt from my room?

Kinanti drowned again on her mind, she was still staring at her black clothes. Naresh who turned to look at the girl stared confusedly. He could not stop thinking with the astonishment that seemed on his radiant face in the morning.

“Go take a shower and get ready,” said the man, “if you still feel tired, I can bathe you.” Naresh laughed meaningfully.

“I can shower myself!” Kinanti immediately rushed as fast as lightning towards the bathroom.

Naresh just laughed at his behavior, this early in his humble happiness.

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