Last Letter to You

Episode 11

The pain destroys the heart. Whether it can be treated or not at all, in fact you choose to leave, not regret. The pain in the heart becomes uncontrollable.

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The footsteps clashed against each other on the floor. Kinan no longer knew what to say when Agra forcibly pulled his hand, leading him towards the computer lab room. It's deserted there. Not much for people. Probably because it's at the end of the third floor. Unless the room is used for practice. Surely many people pass by.

Once a jolt, Agra threw out Kinan's hand, violently. His gaze was cold and flat. Blaspheme Kinan mercilessly. Kinan was scared to death. According to him, Agra's aura was more sinister than the disrespectful man earlier.

"How much trouble are you looking for?!" sout Agra, wrathfully, "What did you do to stop by the second floor?!"

Kinan flinched, shocked. Agra just snapped at him. The high intonation that Agra unleashed, spurred his heart rate to double, he quickly. Kinan. His lips felt too faint to open them just a little.

"After me, the maba class is downstairs! Then, why are you there?!" Agra directly bombarded Kinan loudly.

Kinan twisting fingers of the hand. She's fettered. Why was Agra so angry with him? What did Kinan do that Agra snapped at him?

Agra highlighted Kinan, sharply, "Jawab! Not diem! Why are you in my classroom? Want to find prey that you can chase after I refuse the presence of you raw for umpteenth time?"

Kinan's eyes widened perfectly. She's not that kind of woman. Agra's words successfully hurt her heart. It was as if thousands of needles were piercing his heart mercilessly. He bled and scratched a wound. The talk is spicy not play. More painful than what Cakra did to her.

"Open your mouth and answer! I don't need to be quiet right now!" agra.

Kinan's lips were deathly pale. Both hands were trembling. Lifting his face even Kinan could not. The back of the head feels like a very heavy load.

"I-I'm-my-l-yariin you, Agra," Kinan lowered his head deeply. His voice was like a rat to a pinch. Very slowly. Only his shabby shoes he could look at, long ago, "But his camera was nowhere to be seen. And I also have absolutely no idea which class you are."

"Stupid!!" telak Agra, "For what do you nyariin me while my class you do not know?!"

"Gue wonder, where is your brain?! A snore?! Or left at home?!" agra Frontal.

Kinan's chest was getting tighter. It turns out that the effects of pain feel multilayered if someone we love, snaps at us clearly right in front of the eyes. Kinan was surprised to find Agra's wrath that he had never seen directly from the man.

This is the first time for Kinan. Honestly, Kinan wanted to end it. Didn't want to linger facing Agra. Makes him want to disappear from the face of the earth right now.

Brave for Kinan to look up, look at Agra mellowly and fearfully, "Although I don't know, I keep trying to run away until I can. I didn't expect to be bullied by that man, Agra."

Agra screeches. This woman in front of him, greatly drained his emotional defense. Agra stared intently at Kinan, "Did you deliberately let me come nolongin, continue to be well lo?! Yeah, that's rotten sense lo?!"

Kinan was surprised. She didn't expect Agra to have a bad opinion of her. Very far from what I expected, "No. I don't have that thought, Agra. I am looking for you again. The vow. No lie."

The flattening of Agra's expression as usual, shrinks Kinan's guts, "Do you want to run me?"

Nervous attack. Kinan's lips felt stiffly moved, even though the words he wanted to utter were already preparing at the end of the tongue. Agra's mimicry, adding to his heart's pounding.

"Mute? Gagu?" sentak Agra again. He smiled cynically.

"I-I want to invite you to play around to my workplace. Let's read a book, together," Chinan's great-grandson as he stared at the floor. She's afraid.

Kinan knew, he was neither Agra's girlfriend nor closest friend. He is just a stranger who, without permission, enters into Agra's life and destroys the man's comfort.

Agra laughed disdainfully, "We?" go, "Who am I? Are you sure I'll accept your request?"

The bomb!!

Kinan grimaced softly. Something hard hit his chest, strong. The wounds in his heart grew wider, even filled with bloodstains. Not seen, but Kinan can feel the pain. Trying to hold the clear circle that urged to be lowered immediately, Kinan raised both corners of his lips upwards, forming a smile like nothing had happened. As usual when he was in front of Agra. Kinan put his mask back on. The mask of happiness.

"I'm nobody to you and I'm sure you're interested in my invitation. You love to read Accounting, Agra," so confident Kinan said. He stared fixedly at Agra's eyes, though he himself was terrified beyond measure by the sharp look before him.

Kinan is the only woman who makes Agra a male figure. Just listen, Agra's words are always spicy and piercing, because Kinan remains persistent chasing after him whenever the opportunity arises.

What Kinan did was not wrong, Agra was still holding a grudge and anger at someone in his past so Kinan was affected.

Agra's flat-shade, for the umpteenth time the heart of Kinan. Real cold. There was no warmth or hospitality in it.

"Lo's level of intelligence seems to need to be given standing applause," Agra clapped, then took a step forward so that their distance was exhausted. Then, Agra whispered Something in Kinan's right ear.

"Dream of heights! I am interested in the same! Let alone go with you!" agra's sneer felt hot at Kinan's hearing, "So, you're drifting all the way from me. Want as pretty as any face you in the eyes of people, still. I will never like you."

After successfully collapsing Kinan's defensive wall, Agra left with a thousand steps. It doesn't matter if his words hurt the woman. No matter if he incised some injuries for Kinan to face alone.

Until the crystal clear no longer able to survive in stopover and finally decays with pain that can never disappear from his memory.

Her tiny body fell to the floor, crouching down, while covering her face with both palms. His shoulders were shaking violently. His body is weak and fragile. Isakan who escaped from his lips was so heartbreaking.

Agra is a man with no heart.

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There are several things that become part of Agra. First, Agra was the most lazy to interfere in the affairs of others. Second, Agra did not care much about the surroundings. The third is to protect yourself from any woman.

Agra did not care if others commented on her monotonous life. Thought of him as an arrogant man and had no feelings. Agra completely shut his ears tightly if others say that he has no heart.

After all, his natural law, the man's job is to choose not to be chosen. So, if any woman doesn't like her attitude, Agra doesn't mind her. Because at the end of the day, all decisions are in his hands.

And the thing is, today, this afternoon, Agra has already crossed the line. He broke the forbidden thing he made himself. Breaking the first point that became a part of him. Agra did not understand why he could overreact like that.

Agra leaned his back on the pillar of the first floor corridor. His eyes radiated anger and vengeance. Both of his hands were tightly clenched. The shadows as Kinan was being harassed by Cakra, overpowered his entire emotions in an instant. The problem is not in Kinan, it is in Cakra.

Between resentment or dislike of Cakra's attitude towards Kinan, Agra is essentially the most anti-sitatap with Cakra. An abusive man whose work disturbs students on campus. Underwork. Moreover, Agra had already disliked Cakra, in the past.

In order to cool his brain that was steaming his hot horn, Agra tried to melt it and chose to direct his feet to the campus cafeteria area. Along the way, the students stared at him in amazement. Someone whispered to each other after they left. Can't stand Agra's flat expression. Some also look at him as ordinary. Agra looked calm despite the look of his unfriendly face.

Arriving at the cafeteria, the maniknya fluttered to a corner. Looking for the existence of his two friends from so many humans there. Only a split second could Agra find it because from the corner of the canteen, Afka waved at him.

"Where are you from?" accuse Afka after Agra sits in front of her.

"Kepo," answered Agra briefly, densely, clearly.

"Keep, that's advance why scuffed like a piece of crap?"

Abyan himself nudged Afka's arm with his elbow. Hinting Afka not to ask much questions, given Agra's flat face, getting flatter. Abyan was just horrified to see it.

Agra silence. He grabbed a glass containing Afka's orange juice as good as a bidat. Drink it up the toilet. While Afka gawked, loving the fate of his juice that he had not had time to drink.

"Eh, *****! Why abisin, nyet?!" exclaim Afka not willing.

Wait almost twenty minutes for a glass of juice and end up wiped out by Agra. I want it to feel like Afka. However, Agra's gloomy face made her snarl. Afka was afraid to spray.

"Gue change," Agra replied casually. He put the empty glass back on the table.

"It's not a matter of gan-" Agra cut out Afka's words quickly, before the man in the white shirt finished until the last sentence.

"Two glasses, I'm changing."

Afka shook her head strongly.

"Three already."

Abyan nodded in agreement,"Mantep Ka, wait for more. Make me an instant, the other. Same with two."

Afka again clucked, "It's a matter of time, nyet," his face suddenly sad.

Agra's forehead shriveled, not understanding, "Time, what the hell? No need to be lebay!"

"So, I said Lolita's singing 'lebay'." Afka bent her face like a woman who was lashing at her boyfriend.

Abyan hits Afka's head with an empty bottle on the table, "The title is alay, ****! Not lebai! How the hell lo, a charred pot!"

Afka's response, smiling clumsy. He scratched his non-itchy nape, "When did he change his name? My feelings, lebay. You're the wrong time!"

At once Abyan and Agra pretended to care for the ears. Lazy respond to Afka speech that is mostly unfavorable than true. Abyan was busy tapping the table while whistling while Agra was fiddling with his phone. Both of them did not care about the fate of Afka.

"Damn it! you love to sell peanuts!" as if Afka was upset not playing.

"Gra! Temenin me!" someone turned his eyes away. Even Afka's upset face had turned sparkling. Realizing how beautiful Adira was wrapped in a knee-length peace dress, right standing next to their table.

"Hi, Adira," sweet greeting, Afka. He blinked one eye.

Adira grinned with force, "Hehe, O Afka," she turned to look at Agra, "Gra, you flirt with me. Pake blinked another eye at me. There's no intention, destroy him, is that it?" the question is calm, yet comforting for Afka.

"There's."

"What cake?" ask Adira spirit.

"Macem-amma. At home, there is a cleaver, grass scissors, knife, saw, hammer. Just choose."

Abyan pointed his index finger in the air, "Woy's frown! Let's get more exciting."

"Can. Take one campus together." reply Agra relaxed. His face remained flat.

"Big lo on equal me!" hissing Afka. The three blew up laughter.

Agra glanced at Adira then told the woman to sit down, join them. Adira takes her place next to Agra. Then, Agra thrust a bottle of mineral water at Adira who was immediately welcomed by him.

"Where are you going?" ask Agra.

Adira tightened the bottle cap and grasped it after she drank a little, "Bookstore. Buy Maths package books. Temenin, huh?"

Without thinking, Agra agreed Adira's invitation, "Yauda. Come, go now," The man got up and said goodbye to his two friends before leaving.

"Don't forget Yan, ready the troops."

"Ready!" Abyan moved his right hand, forming a sign of respect.

Afka frowned, puzzled, "Want war where are you, Gra?"

"War, wipe you from the face of the earth."

Afka is flying to the planet Pluto right now.