My Talak, Mas
SS 2.46

A confused and anxious look was clearly implied on Mr. Surya's face.

"You guys know?" tanya Atika arrived - arriving when she saw the two were seen staring at each other and stunned by each other.

Kinan immediately turned his face and smiled looking at Atika.

"Know Aunt. Mr. Surya is the owner of the company that Kinan works for" Kinan replied firmly. Both of his eyes could not see the face of Mr. Surya who began to redden withstanding embarrassment.

"Surya's known as Kinan?" atika asked gently while holding Mr. Surya's hand and kissed the back of the hand lovingly.

Kinan only saw the resignation of the two middle-aged parents. In Kinan's heart asked - ask, 'What is Aunt Atika and Pak Surya related to?' Then, Dika?

"He is the new secretary of Bagas" replied Mr. Surya briefly.

"Ohh ... Kinan is Dika's girlfriend," said Atika slowly while pulling Mr. Surya's hand to sit in the chair next to him.

Mr. Surya was aghast and stared fixedly at Kinan's eyes.

"Dika's boyfriend?" asked Mr. Surya again to make sure while extending his hand to get acquainted so nervous.

"not Sir. Just a friend," Kinan replied honestly while receiving Mr. Surya's hand and peeling the back of the hand.

Mr. Surya also turned towards Atika. Kinan's answer why is different from Atika's statement earlier.

"Mas girlfriend candidate," said Atika straighten out.

"Ohh ... Where's dika?" ask Mr. Surya while looking for Dika's whereabouts.

"Again order food" replied Atika slowly.

"Np ... Aunt, Kinan is going to the restroom first. Excuse me," said Kinan slowly. Kinan got up and walked towards the restroom which was clearly written towards him on the wall. His heart was really nervous. His heart was powerless in the dam. Kinan's breath was a bit tight. Can not imagine what Kinan is right now Mr. Surya, Bagas' father.

Kinan went into the restroom and his steps stopped in front of the sink to wash his hot face.

'Is it possible, Mr Surya has two wives? That's the sign, Mr Bagas and Dika? Argh ...' cried Kinan in his heart. It's really not right this way. They are the same - they introduce their mother. But, Mr Bagas is my little friend? Instantly, Kinan's memories returned in his childhood. Remember well, the little Bagas who always walked behind Kinan on the grounds of keeping the little girl from falling. One day she fell down, and Kinan cried. The little bagas immediately helped her and carried Kinan back home.

Kinan came back from the restroom. He doesn't want to pee. His pump to the restroom just want to go from the presence of Mr. Surya alone.

"Kinan?" call Dika who was waiting for him in front of the small room divider wall.

"Di - dika," replied Kinan shocked to hear his name on the call arrived - arrived.

"Why? You surprised? You know this big secret?" ask Dika later.

When he found out, Kinan was looking for an excuse not to face directly with Mr. Surya. Obviously Kinan would ask a lot. Isn't Bagas Ankanya Pak Surya and Dika also his son? What then? That sign? Silly, but it often happens not in real life. There are even more extreme things and problems than this. This secret is still natural. There is nothing wrong with a man having two wives. As long as they can be fair, all of that is SAH both in the eyes of religion and in the eyes of the law.

"Ma - sorry, what do you mean, Dika?" ask Kinan slowly.

"About Mr Surya?" tanya Kinan made sure that the one being discussed was Mr. Surya.

"He, my real father. But I could never admit that. All I know is Mama. For decades he was never there for me and my mom. Now, just show up and admit that Mama is his wife and I am his biological child. Surely you can feel the giman of my aperasaan?" said Dika getting tighter. Her mood carried in her tone until Kinan could feel Dika's deep disappointment.

"You have to be able to accept it with air, Dika," Kinan said. At least keep respecting and respecting.

"It looks like just giving advice, Kinan," said Dika fiercely. Clearly, Dika's face began to blush in annoyance. Maybe it started from disappointment until the hatred was already expressed.

Kinan rolled both his eyes. His gaze swept cleanly across the room.

"We're going to the strawberry garden now?" pinta Kinan arrived - arrived. His stomach was hungry and he wanted lunch. The fragrant aroma of this restaurant makes Kinan's stomach feel sore. But, keeping Dika's feelings is more important. Maybe right now Dika is in need of Kinan to be a storytelling friend, and forget his regret for a moment. Although all these problems must be solved not to be left behind and run away.

"To the strawberry garden? Now?" tanya Dika made sure.

Kinan nodded and smiled widely.

"Wouldn't you?" ask Kinan slowly.

"You," Dika answered quickly.

With a quick motion, Knan pulled Dikadan hand and walked towards the back of the restaurant to enjoy the view of the strawberry garden.

"Can we eat strawberries?" ask Kinan who was really amazed by the beauty of the garden. The strawberry fruit is large - large and deep red. It tastes sweet.

"You want to walk around picking strawberries?" ask Dika slowly.

"That's bad. Kinan had never picked a strawberry," answered Kina honestly.

"Wait a minute. I'll take the basket for the strawberries you picked up, ' said Dika smiling.

His heart was calm and happy. Kinna mamapu melted this atmosphere. Kinan was so simple. Sometimes seeing Kinan's smile alone, can treat the heart injury that is in the current Dika race. Beautiful girl, ayu, sweet and graceful. Which man is not attracted to you, Kinan. I who just knew you immediately fell in love.

Kinan circulated his gaze throughout the strawberry garden. Then draw the fresh and cool air in - in the way that the entire cavity of his parrot feels full of oxygen. Slowly breath was thrown away. It feels so good.

"Kinan?" call Dika.

"Yes. His basket? Big one?" tanya Kinan saw a basket that was large enough as a shopping cart that would be used to shop at the supermarket.

"I want to be with you all day. Whatever it is I will do for you, Kinan," said Dika slowly.

Dika stared fixedly at Kinan's eyes to make Kinan become a behavior.

"We start now to take the strawberries?" said Kinan gently. Kinan began to run small and guess the strawberry trees that had fruit. One by one the red fruits were picked. There is the inner satisfaction of each strawberry picking.

"The. Gini, there is a saying, we must think posistively. Try, if you are upset with someone, pick this strawberry fruit, consider this fruit the person who makes you upset, then put it in the basket and say, one of your mistakes I'm sorry, begeitu next until all the faults of the person does not exist, then your heart will be relieved," said Kinan slowly.