Last Letter to You

Episode 25's

Due to the sudden bad mood due to the presence of Kinan, Agra chose to walk out of the cafe, enter the car, while waiting for Adira to be ready to check the needs of the cafe. Agra deliberately brought the car at Adira's request. Adira asked to be sent to the Mall, buying materials to stock in his cafe.

While waiting, Agra turned on the radio. Who knows the music can get rid of his mind about his meeting with Kinan, earlier. Both of Agra's eyes slowly closed. He enjoys music in his calm. A shadow was present when he closed his eyes, a shadow as he spoke harshly to Kinan while in front of the computer lab. The moment where Kinan was exhausted was interrupted by Cakra. Agra's hands were tightly clenched. He subconsciously struck the stir rather strongly. His eyes are open too.

Just by imagining the figure of Cakra, his emotions instantly peaked. However, Agra hurriedly neutralized her expression when she saw Adira coming out of the cafe and entering her car. Sit in the seat beside the steering wheel.

"Well, how long is it inside?" at a glance Adira glances at Agra, then gets busy on the phone in her hand.

"No. So, where's it going?" ask Agra. He drove his car out of the parking area at moderate speed.

Adira harrumphed, "But to the Mall, how the hell?!"

"Look. Doang pleasantries," replied Agra as casually as possible. Luring Adira to hit her shoulder brutally.

Not wanting to argue deeper, Adira refocused on her phone screen. The long-haired woman who was left to wink was beautiful, the messem himself saw something in his phone. Beside him, Agra raised next to the eyebrows. Wonder.

"Smiling is not clear. Signs of going crazy?" chirps Agra. This time, Agra's shoulder managed to become Adira's target. Adira hit him hard until the handsome man grimaced.

"Are you trying to hit?" agra rubbed her left shoulder. One hand held the car's steering wheel.

Adira snorted, "Who told me why I'm crazy! Sukurin noh!"

"And I said there were signs. Haven't told you real crazy."

"Just like!" one more blow was delivered Adira. Agra glanced sharply at him.

A moment of silence ruled them. Agra was silent, focused on the streets. While Adira continued to messem-mesemnya. Agra was careless to see his best friend like an insane person and finally chose to ask.

"What makes you stop smiling like that?"

Turning off her phone, Adira leaned her body to make it more palatable to see Agra. He lifted his foot up and folded it. It's like being at home. Agra clucked, but made no attempt to forbid.

"Gue likes my Lecturer!"

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Agra coughed while braking suddenly. For the third time Adira hit her shoulder. He was under heavy shock. Agra hunting face, Adira.

"What did you say?"

Adira rolled her eyes lazily, "Gue likes my Lecturer, Agra," he repeated. Can Adira see how Agra's eyeballs bulged to feel like jumping out of the nest.

"Seriously? Which one?"

"Sir Nathan. New math lecturer."

"Can't you?"

Adira poked her tongue towards Agra, "You know! Kepo huh? kepo huh?"

"No."

"Hoy! How bengong?" Adira surprised Agra. Agra turned his head, finding Adira already standing in front of him, "Let's go in. Afternoon hunt," he asked.

"Ra, you go in first, will you? There's something I want to take care of bentaran doang. Ntar I'm chat lo," pinta Agra. Every now and then, he looked at Kinan. Kinan is still there. Not far from his position.

"OKAY. Don't be long. I object to bring the groceries, again" said Adira.

"Yes, just a minute."

Adira nodded, "Yuda I go in first,"

Now, Agra's staying still glued in place. He was confused as to how. Whether to come to Kinan or go inside, to follow Adira. A split second Agra thought, finally his foot stepped, approaching Kinan.

It was obvious, if Kinan was holding back pain. Both of his hands had earlier hugged his stomach while grimacing softly. Agra heard.

"Lo why?" Agra crouched down, holding onto both of Kinan's shoulders.

Agra's heavy voice responded Kinan's head to look up. Their eyes locked on each other. Kinan pegged for a moment. His eyes look like an abomination. Agra was in front of him. Be with him. While Agra, fixated on Kinan's eyeballs in a glazed state.

"Eh? How could Agra be here?" Kinan realized first as clear liquid dripped in both corners of his eyes. Agra then nodded slowly.

Kinan's tiny hand was about to lift, and was restrained because Agra was holding him back. His two thumb fingers moved erasing the trail of tears, gently. Tears of pain. Kinan. His heart is beating very fast. To be honest, he did not believe Agra did it. Remembering that while at the cafe, Agra said cruel to him.

"Lo stomach hurts?" ask Agra without heeding Kinan's question.

"Yes, a little, Agra. As usual, "Kinan tried to force a smile on his face. His hand was still holding his stomach, enduring the pain. He had a stomach ulcer and he was late to eat. Hence kumat.

"Well eat?" Agra asked again.

Kinan shook his head, "Not yet."

Within this close range, Agra's face doubled his looks. His heart is pumping fast. It always is near Agra.

"Who are you here?"

"Himself."

Agra looked right and left, looking for a comfortable place so that Kinan would not squat as he was now. There's none. And he chose his car as a place for Kinan to rest for a while.

"Can we walk?" ask Agra, make sure.

"Cannot. Want to get up, it feels like his stomach is getting sicker," Kinan whimpered a little.

"Let's get on," unexpectedly, Agra squatted down in front of Kinan, asking him to go up to his back.

He was stunned at Agra's request. Kinan felt like a dream. A real dream. And it's real. His breath seemed to be choking. Moreover, hearing Agra's next words.

"Next time if you haven't eaten, call me. Let me temenin."