Last Letter to You

Episode 16's

The roar of the motor engine clouded the atmosphere of the campus this morning. The girls initially talked to each other without caring around, now they exchanged lyrics through eye codes, curious faces behind full face helmets that are currently in the special parking lot of students.

Nathan got off his sport bike, ruffled his front hair after removing his helmet. He hung it in the rearview mirror. Nathan was silent. Confused, when not feeling the movement of someone from the back seat.

"Baby, are you okay?" Nathan grew even more confused as his head twisted, precisely what he saw, Kinan covered his face using a notebook. I don't know what that girl meant.

"It's over, Baby. Why are you covering your face? You ashamed to go with me?" tanyanya. Nathan gently stroked Kinan's head.

Kinan shook his head quickly, slightly lowering the book from his sight, "Not. It's not like that, Nathan."

"So?"

Kinan moved his eyes, looking around him. Precisely towards the swarm of people on the campus courtyard, "You see? Everyone is looking towards us. You're more like Nathan. The girls looked at you without blinking. Then they threw death gazes at me. What do I do, Nathan? I felt intimidated." Kinan's voice sounded quietly full of panic.

"You're acting so adorable, Baby," Nathan smiled amusedly and picked up Kinan's book. Only then did Nathan see a funny expression on Kinan's face, "Why do you have to panic? They have eyes. So it's only natural that they see us."

"Haishhh!! You really don't understand what I'm saying?" Kinan was upset, because Nathan was less sensitive.

Cute guys are insensitive.

Nathan displayed his foolish grin while shaking his head, "No. I don't understand, Baby. So, explain it to me."

Kinan sighed. Nathan's fondness is nothing to Kinan, knowing that the man is insensitive.

"The girls are fascinated by you blatantly Nat. They also did not hesitate to throw a cynical look at me, because I am with you, now. Thought they I'd taken men their first sight."

Nathan's loud naughtiness. The originals, what Kinan said just now, were completely absent in his mind. It's funny to hear it.

Kinan's forehead shriveled, "Why laugh? I'm not joking, Nat."

Nathan pinched Kinan's puffed cheeks furiously, "You're too much huh. Let them look at us like that. You don't have to bother thinking about it. If they mess around, I'll always be by your side, baby."

"sick, Nat. My cheeks can sag because of what you did" Kinan fought while keeping Nathan's hand away from his face.

"Who told me early in the morning that it makes me anxious" Nathan said as he chuckled, "Let's go in, you'll have class soon, Baby."

Kinan frowned in surprise, "You've brought me here enough, Nat, no need to go in."

Kinan's haircut, "From today on, I'll replace one of the Mathematics Lecturers here while my company is still managed by Papa, Baby. Don't you forget that Papa is the biggest donor on campus?"

Kinan let out a wide grin, "I forgot hehehe. Yes, you've come in quickly. I want to go to the toilet for a minute."

"OKAY. Go home later, call me yes," he said. Nathan walked inside the Faculty of Mathematics building. Along the way, many women greeted him and Nathan only smiled faintly.

This morning the sky was very clear, just like Kinan's face. Nathan always treated her sweetly. Fortunately, Kinan did not have a history of diabetes.

Kinan stepped his foot towards the toilet. Accidentally, his tail caught another handsome figure conversing with the security guard near the post. Kinan smiled. He approached, wanting to thank Agra, because Agra had helped him, explained to Mr. Broto about the incident a few days ago, the cause of Kinan being late when the quiz was underway.

Quite surprised and did not expect Agra to intervene on the matter, given Agra's cold attitude the other day. Kinan had no idea what excuse Agra was using. The value of Kinan is no longer threatened. And it's all thanks to Agra.

Where does Kinan know? Mr. Broto himself told me who it was. Apparently, Mr. Broto knows Agra well. Kinan did not stop smiling.

Don't blame Kinan, if Kinan's love for Agra grows.

"Agra," call Kinan when the distance is near.

Agra turned his head briefly, then threw away his face, "Thank you sir for the time. Excuse me" he told the security guard. On his foot he walked towards the library, ignoring Kinan who was preparing to make a sound.

"AGRA, WAIT! I WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!" yell Kinan tight. But Agra chose to keep going.

"AGRA! I LOVE PLAYING LIVE! WAIT FOR ME DONG!" again Kinan shouted, harassing a group of students who were not far in his position.

Kinan's voice jerks Agra's eardrum. Inevitably Agra stopped because he became the center of everyone's attention. And Agra hates that.

The body wrapped in a black denim jacket turned 180 degrees, facing Kinan with a flat face, "Lo what are you talking about?" ask Agra coldly.

Kinan squeezed his fingers. The nervousness hit. Agra's expression was so scary plus his heavy voice that was able to shake Kinan's heart, very quickly.

"I just want to say thanks to you, because you already want to bother explaining to Mr. Broto, the reason for my delay yesterday. In the afternoon, Mr. Broto immediately made a follow-up quiz, so that my value does not plummet. Once again thank you, Agra," Kinan said sincerely. Even Kinan exerted his entire smile at the moment, to show it to Agra.

The stock of Kinan's smile was too much, and it was only for a handsome man named Agrata Razzan.

"Hmmm," the gloom that was the answer to Kinan's gratitude. Agra did that not because of Kinan. Not and not at all. It seemed that the woman was overjoyed because of her help.

Two things Agra was unaware of.

First, no matter how small a form of help Agra does, it can have a big effect on Kinan. The more convincing Kinan, if Agra is a good man and still has feelings. It's just that Agra doesn't know how to express it.

Second, it felt like Kinan was lucky to get a suitcase when he did not have the money to survive.

Happy Kinan, simple as that.

"There again?" ask Agra, make sure.

"If you may know, what was Agra's reason at that time? How come Mr Broto, who is nicknamed the cruelest lecturer, would agree to no follow-up quiz for me?"

Agra looked at Kinan, flatly, "That's definitely not because of you. I do it because I feel sorry for your parents, costing you expensive lectures but you instead disappoint them with your value threatened in one of the existing courses," Agra is not friendly.

"Gue hope you don't have to be a kegeeran. Wanna?" agra continued without feeling.

Kinan's heart was attacked by thousands of needles, plunged to blood. Agra's words always managed to break him to pieces. Agra's help is not on the basis of liking. Except for pity. And Kinan need not be pitied.

Kinan forced a smile, even though he knew it was very difficult, "Yes, obviously. Thank you, Agra," he said, "Oh yes, I have something for you," Kinan reached into his sash bag, picked up chocolate and a heart-roofed keychain and thrust it at Agra.

He let Kinan's hand hang in the air. A few seconds later he gave Kinan. Automatic Kinan smiled happily.

Agra turned towards Adira with a gentle look, "Sorry. I have some business just now."

"It's okay. Now have you met," Adira replied, "Who's this sweet girl, Agra?" he glanced at Kinan at a glance.

Kinan extended his hand, "I'm Kinan," while smiling kindly.

Adira replied to Kinan's reply while commenting on the smile, "Gue, Adira. Call aja Rara. Accounting Child?" ask her to Kinan.

Kinan shook his head, "Not. I'm a Management kid. You?"

"Gue Math kid," Adira replied, "Eh, wait a minute. Your face is not foreign? I feel like I've seen. But don't know where," Adira seemed to think hard.

"I'm the cashier at the Sun bookstore, where you bought the book a few days ago," Kinan again recalled Adira's memory. Adira then chuckles. He nodded his head. He remembers now.

"Pantesan. You work part-time, over there?"

"Yes, Ra."

Agra who heard the chatter between Adira and Kinan in silence, suddenly interrupted, "Ra, this is for you," without guilt, Agra gave the chocolate and keychain from Kinan earlier to Adira, who was not at all guilty, right in front of Kinan. Adira gladly accepted it.

Why do you love Adira, Agra?

Is she your boyfriend? Inner Kinan was sad.

Kinan lamented that the pendulum and chocolate he had previously given Agra, had already switched hands. Kinan's chest felt tight. The same tightness as Agra said flat and spicy to her. Ignored, Kinan was already ordinary. Especially Agra. But feeling unappreciated like this by Agra, should Kinan remain ordinary? Kinan wanted to cry.

"You know, I want some chocolate. By the way, the hangers are pretty, Gra. I liked. Thank you, yes," because of Agra, Adira feels not alone. That guy can always make her happy.

"It's good that you like," said Agra innocently, "Say your class has the arrival of a substitute lecturer right? Go in there. A diligent college. I unplug first," before going Agra had stroked Adira's head fondly.

And that was all out of Kinan's attention.

Congratulations, Agra, the wound in this heart is getting slashed wide.

......

Class is still empty. There are only a few people in the class, doing their own activities. Agra walked up to his chair by the window. He put his backpack on the table. Agra rested her back on the back of the chair. He was momentarily silent. They repeated his words and deeds to Kinan, just now.

Agra did not feel at all guilty for saying spicy things to Kinan. According to him, Kinan deserved to be given deadly words, so that Kinan would stop appearing and interfering with his days. Agra is really uncomfortable.

On one side Agra was agitated about his attitude earlier. Agra felt too judes and heartless. However, Agra will remain Agra. Agra is cranky, flat, frontal in speech. Can't change.

Agra in his world of unrest, "Am I too evil to him?" he asked himself. Given Kinan's gift, Agra loves Adira. Right in front of Kinan.

"Lo is evil, Gra!" break up Agra, calling himself, "Lo take revenge on women you shouldn't be rude to."

Returning to his world, as a loud clap greeted his shoulder. Agra turned his head, finding Afka and Abyan already sitting next to him. The three of them sat in a row. Line, three people.

"Morning has gone! I think people are lacking micin!" attack Afka.

Agra sizzled sharply, "Rather than lo, the advantages of micin! The buttocks are slanted!"

"Bangke!"

"Kit! Kit! It's mauve!" chirped Abyan while holding her chest with a pitiful expression.

"Morning is cussing! I'm going to kill you too!" agra's Threat. He looked at Afka, sharply.

"Yo, yo, come on! Yo, come on, yo, yo, come on!" Abyan returned. This time, his face was excited instead of playing.

What followed, Afka grabbed Abyan's hair, strong, full of feelings, until Abyan grimaced in pain, "Morning instead of supporting me! Even the stove is melting you! I'm also here!"

"For God! Forgive me! Your ketek is poisonous, Mas!"

Abyan's voice was too loud, making the entire class spout laughter. Including Agra. Before long, the voices dimmed and went back into silence.

"Lo already got the info of the girl who will fill the last show, Gra?" Abyan asked. This time, the three of them looked serious. Even Afka, put on a good ear. Although it was actually unnecessary because Agra was right next to him.

Agra nodded with a raging mind.

"Who, Gra? Beautiful isn't she?" afka. Abstinence when talking about girls. The playboy nature that existed in him immediately woke up and began to wander freely.

Abyan nicks Afka's head, slowly, "Don't start again lo, micin!"

The man in the blue shirt was immediately kicep.

"Gue wants you to be the same, both of you," Agra held her torso, facing her two friends, "What's Kinan's name?"

Afka and Abyan looked at each other. Both eyebrows are perfectly linked.

"There is a wind what is Agrata Razzan nanyain the name of a girl?" cetus Afkaans.

"Jawab. No need to hack."

"Yes! Yay! Baperan is so!" Afka tried to remember Kinan's name. He asked the girl's name, a day after they met while sitting in the corridor.

"If not wrong, Kinala Aurelia," continued Afka after remembering it.

Agra was silent. He's pecking in his place. His mind branched not knowing the direction. His guess is one hundred percent right. The woman Mr. Edo refers to is actually Kinan. The piano player is Kinan.

The problem is, Agra has been acting too much towards Kinan. His hope of getting approval from Kinan was suddenly wiped out.

What Agra asked now, would Kinan forgive her after successfully hurting her repeatedly?