Last Letter to You

Episode 14

"Gra, what about the female piano player? Who will fill it?" asked Abyan who was stirring up her order avocado juice.

Exactly, less than a month to come, the campus anniversary event, will be held. But until now, from the last day of the meeting committee, Agra has not found who will be the filler in the last part of the event.

The one asked relaxed. The focus is still on the phone in his hand.

"Yet. Meet the music lecturer, not," Agra said casually.

Abyan was made speechless in his position. His eyes were half widened, "Crazy! Where have you been for a few days?! Less than a month, man! Relax very much!" cercan.

"Life is brought to a relaxed. Don't be too hasty" replied Agra. Then, he took a sip of my juice, his order.

"The problem is, tomorrow the committee meeting again, pinter! Faris certainly will ask you about the development of the task that you embrace," said Abyan reminded.

Agra looked at Abyan with a casual look, not panic. Calm as water, "Gue tau. Later, I'll see the teacher again. Who knows if there's a schedule for him today."

Abyan nodded, understood. In the next second, the two men turned towards Afka who had been silent since then while staring at the screen of her phone. As if the world was his own.

Afka's head kept bowing, occasionally smiling at the flat object in his grasp.

"Lo see what the hell again, Ka? Seriously very much. Bokep ya lo?!" Abyan moved his head forward, trying to glance at the contents of Afka's phone sitting in front of him.

Afka quickly put away her phone, afraid that her friend would see the contents of her message with the woman who a few days ago accidentally met in front of the computer lab.

Afka looked at Abyan fiercely, "Dih want to know aja lo Yan! Kayak netizen less intake lo long-long!"

"Allah! most chatan same Mpok Soimah," guess Abyan origin. His chin pointed towards the corner of the canteen, looking a bearded woman was busy looking at a cell phone. His fingers danced on the screen, like they were exchanging messages with someone.

Just like Afka did. And that's very suspicious Abyan. Afka immediately turned his head ferociously, following Abyan's gaze.

"Don't you actually chat with Mpok Soimah Ka?" abyan's accusation further provoked Afka's annoyance.

Unaccepting, Afka snapped Abyan's head firmly, not caring if the friend was grimacing in pain.

"Sick crazy!"

"Sukurin! Who told you to talk about it! Rasain!" pissed Afka. Abyan's recklessness made him careless.

Actually, Afka had no problem with that. But this time it's privacy about her love affair. And Afka didn't want her two friends to know about it, now. Because the woman who exchanged messages with him was still in the status of a thuggish, not yet his girlfriend status.

Abyan attacked back. He's curling Afka's neck ferociously, "Sukurin's also lo! Who told me secrets like a detective!" Abyan turned back Afka's words.

Afka tried to break away. He nudged Agra on the shoulder, grasak, "Gra, this temen lo, play rough with me," Afka's behavior like a woman who is being persecuted.

Making Agra snort loudly, "Lo is indeed a pantes in the market."

Afka's lips pursed, sebal. Agra did not defend him at all. Abyan himself laughed loudly and released his captive.

"Diem lo fleas! Noisy lo sound!" afka's frustration grew as Abyan laughed at her.

The quiet atmosphere of the canteen, made them freely throw jokes and make a loud noise. Not afraid to interfere with the activities of others.

Agra glanced at the Watch on his left wrist, remembering his task, "Gue unplug first," he got up. Bertos is a man with Abyan and Afka.

"Be careful Bro!" say both simultaneously.

Agra draped her bag to her shoulder, walking while slipping one hand into the pocket of her alma mater jacket. Every woman he passed by, looked at Agra without blinking. The cold face made the women fall in love. The attraction Agra had was so strong.

However, there is such a solid fortress in Agra that he does not want to be close to any woman except his mother, his brother and Adira-his friends.

Agra's slow steps came to a halt. Body sculpting. His sharp eyes, staring straight ahead. Staring at the one-paled woman with an irregular breath. As if running, looking at him sparkled.

Agra cursed himself in his heart. I chose the wrong path. His eyes swept around. It was only fitting that Kinan knew of its existence. Because currently, Agra passed the Economics of Management class one semester. Where is Kinan's class.

"Agra! Finally meeting her, too," Kinan took a short breath, trying to stabilize her again, before continuing his words.

Quiescent. That's what Agra always does when she bullies him.

Once it was in order, Kinan smiled towards Agra, "This is for Agra," Kinan thrust out the love letter he made.

Agra glanced at the letter in silence. Turning to stare at the twinkle on Kinan's face, afterwards, took the letter proffered for him and stored it directly into his bag. Certainly, without saying thank you.

Kinan is happy not to play. Agra accepted it without giving a refusal, "Agra's out of this is still class?"

Shut up again, be the language of Agra.

"Nothing is?" guess Kinan, "Temenin I bought dong's book, Gra," Kinan already knew Agra's response, always the same. But Kinan would not give up.

Agra already made Kinan love die on that man. And she wants to hold Agra accountable for her passionate feelings. Sounds weird indeed. But that's the nature of Kinan. If he likes one person, then he will continue to approach it until he can. The loyal woman type too.

But Kinan could still smile. If only Zerina was present, Kinan would have been pulled away from the man with no feelings like Agra. Agra continued his path without turning a single glance towards Kinan. He's been chasing time. Afraid of the person he was looking for, he had gone home before he got any important information.

Kinan chased, equating Agra's steps, "Agra, you know? Last morning I forgot that my class had an impromptu quiz, uh I turned on you instead. Though his Economics lecturer Pak Broto, the cruelest lecturer. Then yes, I was told to go out with the Father, can not take the quiz because it is late in. My value is threatened, Gra," Kinan confided at length, about what he is experiencing today.

Already persuaded Mr. Broto to hold a follow-up quiz, but was rejected outright. Kinan has resigned to the fate of its value.

Agra paused, facing sideways, staring at Kinan sharply, "So, you blame me for your value being threatened?!"

Kinan. Agra salam understands. Kinan was afraid of himself, "Eh, not that, Agra. I'm just telling you. There is no real meaning, really," Kinan was afraid Agra was angry. He alone did not dare to look at Agra's eagle eyes.

"Allah! Just me! Not much of a reason!"

Kinan's reflex holding Agra's arm, "Right. I don't mean that, Agra. It's all my fault, not yours."

"Grass your hand off my arm!" Agra snapped at Kinan, making Kinan even more afraid. The handle slipped off, Kinan lowered his head. His eyes were already glazed from the clash of Agra.

"Nobody told me to find me let alone bring junk food like this morning! I will never be happy with what happened to you! You want to be ugly, it's none of my business!" agra. Her bright voice was so loud in Kinan's ears, that her two beautiful eyes were tightly shut. Afraid to look at Agra's bead of fire-burning eyes.

"Lo no bosses what bothers me? I'm gonna see your face!" said Agra spicy. Of course very hurtful and feeling Kinan.

Slowly his eyes opened, he looked up, looking at Agra wistfully. Tears were welling up there, "I am, because I like you, Agra. I love you the same. Is that wrong?" the weakening of Kinan's voice had no effect on Agra. Even the man's emotions were mounting.

"Wrong! Wrong big!" agra snarled strongly, fortunately around them deserted. Otherwise they've become a free spectacle, "Don't ever think that I'd get back your feelings! That's never gonna happen!"

A drop of tears fell. Kinan's heart was like a sharp knife. The wound grew wider and continued to widen.

Looking at the clear liquid dripping from Kinan's eye fertilizers, Agra's heart was untouched. He thought it was just fake tears. Fatal for him, if the first woman who likes and expresses her feelings.

Very cheap.

"I'll wait for you to like me. I want to be there whenever I wait, Agra. I really love to die with you." - Kinan, grim.

"Lo think I care? Dream of you!"

The last word Agra said, after leaving Kinan who sobbed in his position with a heart that began to break.

.......

Since time was being chased, Agra hurried to the music room. His mind is divided. Agra recalled his words to Kinan which were quite rude. Moreover, Kinan to cry because of his words. He felt bad and guilty. However, on the one hand, his ego said there was no need to apologize. And Agra, choosing his ego takes over him.

How sad, Kinan!

Arriving in front of the music room, Agra opened the door after opening her shoes. Agra smiled as a middle-aged man greeted his arrival. Mr. Edo-the music lecturer, was sitting casually on the sofa, the corner of the room. Agra approaching. Mr. Edo invited Agra to sit right next to him.

"I already know what it means to have you here because of what," Mr. Edo started the conversation first.

Agra raised his eyebrows, confused. Seeing him, Mr. Edo laughed a little. She patted Agra's shoulder slowly, "I'm not a psychic, if you're curious."

Agra smiled awkwardly.

"Faris told me," continued Mr. Edo.

Beards, understand. Agra cleared his throat, he looked at the lecturer, fixedly, "Include me, I'm Agra, sir. Members of the campus event committee, representing Faris, wanted to inquire about information about Brawali student who is adept at playing the piano to accompany the cutting of the birthday cake at the last moment of the event. Faris recommended you to me, because I happened to have the task of finding and asking for the approval of the performers. It's just that, I haven't gotten the female piano player yet" Agra explained at length.

"I want to ask for your help. Barang kali, the father as a music lecturer, has an acquaintance of students who can play the piano," continued Agra.

Mr. Edo seemed to be thinking hard. He is a music lecturer. But he doesn't know much about it. The average student is good at playing guitar and violin. Not piano.

"It doesn't seem to exist" replied Mr. Edo.

Inwardly, Agra gave up hope, "Father, sure? Try to remember again, who knows there is."

Mr. Edo suddenly straightened his body. His eyes immediately sparkled brightly. Agra is doing body building. He was very hopeful for the teacher.

"Oh, yes!! I just remembered!" exclaimed Mr. Edo, "There is one of the Economics Students who often visit here to just ask permission to play the piano. I often listen to his game. Really make you amazed. Real good. If you want, you can give me his cell phone number, you."

Agra was happy. Finally he didn't have to look for her anymore, "May sir. But, if I may know, what's the woman's name, sir?"

Mr. Edo smiled, "Kinan. Her name is Kinanta Aurelia."

Agra sculpting. Breath choked. Really, he's the one?

If so, how did Agra ask for his approval?

You can make me wait forever, push me, and say no to me. No problem, I don't care. I'll come back in front of you. Again, again and again. Even to a time I can't determine.