Last Letter to You

Episode 13's

Am I invisible to the eye? So you don't see my presence? Please look at me struggling to get your love back.

.......

*Third letter from me.

To Agra, the owner of a flat face.

I like the beauty. I love the bright morning sky. I like orange fields mingled orange, stretched canvas sky by evening. I also like the moon's light to illuminate whatever is beneath it. And what I like the most, seeing the sparkling night of Jakarta City from the roof of the tallest building.

Unfortunately, I've never done the last thing I love the most with someone I love. I always wished I could see that beauty, but I didn't want to be alone, watching it. Because it's a very memorable thing for me, I want to go see it with you.

I want to go there with you. Enjoy the view of Jakarta City from the top of the building with fingers grasping each other tightly. I also want to lean on your chest with you hugging me tightly from behind.

However, everything is a pseudo-fiction. In fact, you don't want my presence. I was like dust, lost in the wind. I am so invisible to both eyes. Even though it stifles my chest, it's fine. I will keep trying to make myself visible, even if I get a painful reply.

This is my feeling, for you, that is untouchable, but I always want to*.

Love's.

From Kinan, who likes you a lot.

The screen of the phone that was on and displayed a series of words on the white paper, immediately darkened when Kinan turned off his phone and then put it in his pants pocket. Kinan had just finished rereading his love letter for him to give to Agra. The letter, it's neatly hiding behind a green envelope. Kinan did not want to open it just to check it for a while. So he took pictures of her with his cell phone. So there is no need to be hard to fold it back.

Kinan swept a glance around. The eyes of the one-pouled girl sparkled, when she accidentally saw Agra walking leisurely in the connecting corridor towards the lecturer room.

Agra has its own charm for Kinan. Handsome face behind his flat nose, firm body, the way Agra looked at the other person, emanated clearly his firmness and authority. But alas, Agra is too difficult for Kinan to reach. The coldness and indifference inherent in Agra, one of the reasons why Kinan could not approach her through ordinary means. It takes an amazing way to just get a glance from Agrata Razzan.

It's 'according to Kinan'.

Armed with a few slices of sandwiches in hand, Kinan ran small towards Agra who seemed to be calmly walking, while scrolling the screen of his phone. Not disturbed by the surrounding conditions.

Sangking happy to see the figure of Agra, Kinan to forget one thing; currently, at 8 am this morning, his class is holding an impromptu quiz of Economics Management courses, which is, led by the cruelest Lecturer in the Faculty of Economics.

The Agra effect is so great. To the extent that he forgot his intention of coming to campus this morning.

Even the contents of his head now, there were only the names Agra, Agra and Agra. It was like there was a magnet inside the man so Kinan was always drawn closer. Don't wanna stay away. Kinan did not care if Agra ignored him.

"Agra!"

Kinan's cries received no response at all. Agra's head remained down, playing his phone. Kinan accelerated his pace, blocking Agra's path, making the man in black braked suddenly. Both of Agra's thick eyebrows are perfectly linked.

Kinan smiled sweetly, his two eyes instantly narrowed. Just like the crescent moon, "Agra's face" he said cheerfully, "Breakfast, haven't you?"

From the tone of his voice, Kinan was extremely excited. While at home, Kinan is lethargic, withered like a plant that some days is not watered by water. And look, right now, her cute face just keeps smiling. The mask he wears. A mask that can always hide his sadness.

Agra was silent, did not answer or just signaled his arm or nod his head.

Kinan's heart pinched slowly.

Agra glanced at the place to eat, then looked at Kinan flatly.

Twice, no response.

"It's my making, Agra. Take dong. Don't forget to watch," Kinan did not give up on Agra to open his voice.

"Gue isn't a laper," finally, Agra replied. His face remained flat, there was no expression. Kinan gave thanks in his heart.

His smile, still beautifully fluffy, "Agra have breakfast, huh?"

Agra did not answer Kinan's question. Agra stood in front of Kinan with eyes glaring at the woman, flat.

"Approximately if you eat a two-layer bread, Agra's stomach can still be accepted, right?" ask Kinan with an adorable look. Agra controlled himself as much as possible because almost his hand wanted to wipe the tip of Kinan's head. Agra did not understand why his reaction would come off like that. Absolutely without Agra guessing. But, fortunately, he was able to hold it.

"No."

Kinan's face was instantly grim. However, he still maintained his smile. Although not as bad as a few minutes ago, "If I bribe, would you?"

"Gue's not a kid."

Kinan sighed. He felt his heart twitch. Can't Agra accept the gift without a rejection? Can't he pretend to be hungry and take supplies from her to please his feelings?

Luckily, the sadness he felt was covered by the mask of his happiness.

Back thrusting the provision and this time, it was immediately pushed aside strongly by Agra, until the stock crashed, falling down, resulting in several pieces of bread in it, scattered on the floor.

"Gue said no laper. What a hell lo!" snapped Agra, not feeling guilty. Even his words hurt Kinan's heart. Multiply.

Kinan glared in disbelief towards Agra. Then he turned to look at the bread he made. Though Kinan has not eaten it at all, because he did not have time to eat breakfast at home. Actually, the bread Kinan made was indeed special for him. But, since Kinan had seen Agra earlier, so he gave it to the man. However, the bread is no longer worth eating.

Kinan glanced at Agra sadly, "His crown is already dirty Gra. So he could no longer eat" his eyes were already heating up. Kinan wanted to cry, had been holding back the tightness since earlier. But he tried to keep his smile. Shewed her falling provisions, "I bought bread again, yes, in the cafeteria. Wanna?" bargained for.

Agra screeched, then stared intently at the woman in front of him, "Gue will, you go from before me! Don't get attention!" Agra's cold voice greeted his hearing strongly. Piercing all the way to the tubers.

The words that were increasingly producing a wound of their own in Kinan's heart. Inevitably, if during his life, Kinan will always be ignored, abandoned and surrounded by people who try to make him die slowly.

One of them is Agra.

"Why, Gra?" kinan's expression turned soft. He lowered his head deeply.

"Lo's color was a troublemaker," after which Agra left from there and briefly hit Kinan's shoulder tight, making Kinan slightly stagger to the side.

Complete already. His heart was pinched strongly. Those beautiful eyes are glazed. Back to the box that fell. And that was when her tears poured out, flowing with a rush. No longer able to endure the pain in his chest.

New wounds were re-engraved in Kinan's heart. Whether it can be treated or not. Clearly, the wounds were gradually getting wider.