Last Letter to You

Episode 9

Dreams impressed me. Nature gladly offers me beauty, even if only for a moment.

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The smell of alcohol passes into the sense of smell. Cigarette smoke intermingles in the air to make it thick and tight. The sound of EDM music, echoing strongly to drown the sound of the human sea in the room that is minimal lighting. The DJ exclaims the spirit of inviting everyone to party. The light there is dim. Only flickering lights are visible, flashing.

Usually, the people who come there are upper class people. Businessmen and high-ranking officials who just find their own pleasure after working to hire a seductress or even a group of young people who just want to clear their minds with a glass of clear liquid in their right hand. And there are many other reasons that they will make if we ask one-on-one to different people.

But especially tonight, special someone's birthday party, there is no such thing as business people or officials. Only the young men and women mingled on the dance floor. Forming a bunch around the table. Partying drinks. And don't hesitate to fuck each other. A terrible night world.

Behind the bar table, the bartender skillfully concocted an orderly alcoholic drink from the owner of the event. There were six small glasses filled with clear liquid. Ready to drop off.

"Kinan! Please take this drink to the table over there!" the bartender whispered something to Kinan's ear loudly because the music was too thumping. His index finger pointed at the group of men not far from where he was standing.

Kinan nodded. He brought a drink glass with a tray and walked over to the table that his coworker had directed. Very carefully he stepped up, afraid that his body and the bodies of others were firmly clashing with each other and ended up this drink falling to the floor.

Arriving in front of the young man, Kinan placed his drink on the table and passed away. He was worried about the wild stares that were hunting him. As if ready to hit it whenever they want. Especially tonight, the clothes that Kinan was wearing were minimal. Dress tight over the knees in black. Don't forget the red highheels wrap around the white legs.

Just a few steps away, Kinan's wrist was blocked by someone.

"Hi, pretty! Come join us-we!" knock one of the men at the other table. Crossing the table that Kinan between his orders earlier.

"Sorry! I have to work!" Kinan raised his voice as it was eroded by the bang of the music, "Excuse me!"

"Eitz! Oh come on baby! Don't sell expensive! Let's have fun! Don't take work too seriously!" the sturdy hand had further hardened its grip on Kinan's wrist. Kinan until grimacing softly.

"Let go! I have to get back to work!" Kinan tried to escape. However, futile. His strength was not strong enough to resist. Kinan's body has been too weakened because from noon it was at the club, sorted out.

The man's mouth stinks of liquor. Kinan to close the nose of the hornbill will not be able to smell the pungent. Plus, this stuffy room is so sultry and cigarette smoke billows everywhere.

Once a jolt, Kinan was already sitting on the laps of the drunk man. Kinan's eyes widened perfectly. He hurriedly got up, stood up. His movement was arrested again.

"You?! Don't fuck with me!" Kinan. The drunken man wrapped his hands around Kinan's waist and pulled them closer. Kinan held the chest of the man with both hands. This is what I fear most when I work. Being harassed like a cheap woman.

"Get your hands off, you son of a bitch!" Kinan yelling. No one is aware of this incident. Everything is fun with its own world. The music is getting louder and louder. Too free, screaming.

Kinan moved uneasily and increasingly aroused the man. Moreover, Kinan's hips swayed and made his lust even more savage. He smacked the chest of the field in front of him.

When the lips of the man wanted to scoop up the tiny lips of Kinan, someone first kicked the chair he was sitting on until it fell backward along with his body. Someone caught Kinan's little body so he wouldn't fall. Kinan rounded his eyes in a sudden attack. Hands shaking.

"Go!" someone said to Kinan. Then switch to staring fiercely at his opponent.

Unable to see the face of his helper, Kinan half ran towards the special staff room. There, she spilled all her fear with tears down her smooth cheeks. She cried. Hands shaking. Kinan was terrified. The thing he had avoided the most, happened again. Reminds him of the night before he tried to end his life.

Kinan could not imagine how he would be when someone had not helped him.

Perhaps, her virginity had already been forcibly snatched away by that bastard man.

It is possible, the next morning Kinan had woken up without a thread in the hotel room.

All that could have happened had the man not come.

The point is, Kinan really can't take it anymore!

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Without changing clothes, without removing the remnants of make up on his face, Kinan threw himself on his padded mattress. His eyes opened, staring at the ceiling of the white room. His gaze was straight, right leading to his room lamp. Brightest.

If only his life were as bright and bright as that lamp, Kinan would be very very happy. Do not feel lonely and isolated in a small place with minimal illumination, without a light that illuminates every step. Kinan had to feel the bitterness as well as the cruelty of life that made him die slowly. Sometimes, he couldn't bear all the pain. There were times too, he had to endure for some reason.

Now, deserted back to curb his soul and body. The pain tied him to his chest as if he had been struck by dozens of large stones. Kinan no longer knew who to complain to. Who should take refuge in. Kinan had no one else to share with.

To Zerina? I don't think his best friend needs to know everything he's been through. Kinan didn't want to trouble anyone.

But, there was one person that Kinan was very much waiting for his presence. Someone who was ready stood behind him. Someone who willingly, threw his body into the cage of the ferocious lion. Someone who patiently, takes care of and loves him wholeheartedly.

Speaking of that person, Kinan misses him.

Kinan groped the phone inside his bag. He turned on the screen, opened the message feature and searched for the name of someone who had never replied to dozens of messages from him. Since a month ago. Kinan had a thought that the man had forgotten about him, but he had gone all the way. The man could not forget himself. Not likely.

His lentic finger, dancing over the phone screen. Kinan tried to send the same message. I hope the message is answered.

To: moodbooster^^

You're okay, right, in America?

When did you come home?

Don't you know what I am the same?

Come on, let's go get some more ice cream.

Go home, I miss you, Nathan.

Why don't you ever return my messages?

Did you find your heart patch, there?

If so, introduce me.

Don't disappear like this.

You didn't forget me, did you? I hope not.

Please, take a look at my message and reply.

Again, I miss you so much, Nathan.

Kinan reread his spam chat and then closed the chat room. He glanced at the wall clock, at 03:30 in the morning. That meant, Kinan only had an hour to rest his eyes before returning to his usual activities, going to campus.

As a result of the energy has been drained, Kinan immediately positioned his body as comfortably as possible on his soft mattress while hugging the bolster. Without cleaning his sticky body.

Kinan was really tired and his eyes slowly closed. He fell asleep and began to enter the dreamland. Nature is happy to offer her beauty, even if only for a moment she feels.