Last Letter to You

Episode 27's

The evening sky slowly dimmed. Not completely dark. Leave a blend of orange color mixed with orange which will soon be covered. The breeze moved sluggishly, hitting anything he could shake.

Kinan's hair is one of them. Along the way that she did not know where Cakra would take her, a sigh of fatigue came out of her tiny lips. Kinan held both of Cakra's shoulders, tightly, as the speed of his motor speed accelerated and was extremely fast. Kinan wanted to scream and even hit the back of the man in front of him, but Kinan said. His heart just wanted to scream.

Agra treatment that has no change. Even his attitude was like a chameleon. Fluctuating. A little good and soft. A moment rough and snapping. Kinan is getting more fragile.

A brief glance from the reflection of the rear-view mirror, not making Kinan aware of his thought. His thoughts about Agra seemed to have consumed his consciousness. Cakra himself knows the reason why Kinan is silent, silent. He had seen Agra before his motorbike sped up, leaving the courtyard of the restaurant.

Until his motorbike stops in front of a park, Kinan's view remains the same. Empty looking at his back. A rough grunt plunged free from Cakra's lips. Pingin cursed Kinan with the word bod*h right in front of his face. However, Cakra rethinking and understanding sometimes love can make a person able to behave bod*h. Bod*h produced by love itself. Seems like. Once before. Cakra doesn't want to remember about 'he' anymore.

"When do you want to ride on my bike? Until your silence turns into gold I keep selling?" hiss Cakra kept both of Kinan's hands off his shoulders.

The words that awakened Kinan returned to his world. Kinan's eyes blinked slowly. He forced a smile while paying attention to the surroundings. Crowded.

"Where is this?" Kinan asked after getting off the bike. Still observing one by one that can be reached his view.

Currently, both are in the City park. Initially, Cakra wanted to take Kinan to his apartment, considering that the state of his residence was a mess like the end of the war, asking Kinan to clean it up. And he had to delay because Kinan's circumstances did not allow him to do his orders. Maybe the apartment is not getting tidy, but the more chaotic due to Kinan turmoil.

"In front of the hospital" replied Cakra ngasal. In his heart he cursed a second time.

One small punch landed beautifully on Cakra's shoulder. Kinan did it, "Ih! Seriously this!"

"Let's see for yourself where! Take it again!" again the chakra hisses. His expression was upset not playing.

"Yauda, sewot actually answered. I'm nanya,"

"Questions you make me rise in tension" explained Cakra as he pulled Kinan's hand to follow him, "Follow me. I need a cold one."

Not replying again, kindly Kinan according to. He also needed something cold, which could cool his heart. The pull on his hand came off. They were standing right in front of the shaved ice cart. Cakra had already ordered it for the two of them. Kinan chose to sit on the edge of the rock near the ice cart. While waiting for the chakras.

His face returned glum. He looked down with a puddle of water in his eye. At this moment alone, he remembered Agra's figure when speaking rudely to him. His eyes are heating up.

"Still yes," Kinan said sincerely along with a drop of clear liquid that came down from both corners of his eyes.rushly removed him, afraid that Cakra caught wet himself. Unfortunately, Cakra saw it first. The tail of his eyes caught it clearly.

"Don't cry. Tears can get into the ice. Es lo ntar salted. Not sweet anymore like you."

Pain is still pain. A single wound is still a wound. Cannot be treated if not given wound-relieving drugs. The cure is very difficult Kinan can and ends up injured until the time that Kinan can not predict.

Her tears pressed out more and more and produced a mouthful of twitching from Kinan's lips. Cakra picked up the ice glass in Kinan's hand that was still intact, "I told you, don't cry too. Ngeyel. I will not buy you again if until the ice lo is liquid."

The issue is getting louder, not subsiding. The chakra of his own evilness and quickly put the two ice glasses anywhere that could sustain him. Intending to stop Kinan's cry because right now everyone there was looking at him fixedly. The shaved ice seller was astonished.

"What is Neng Geulis? How did he cry until he roared?" ask the ice seller.

Cakra scratched his non-itchy nape. He smiled awkwardly, "Mang's habit, PMS again, so sensitive continues to cry," he replied.

"Oh, that's ordinary. If in my opinion, Neng geulisnya code Mas, ask for a hug, like my wife at home," ice seller gave input and advice.

While Cakra was silent accompanied by Kinan's crying voice. He rethinks the word of the ice seller. That right? His inner.

"Seriously Mang?"

"Yes Mas. Try it if you don't believe it. Whispering the words calmed Mas. Let's not cry anymore" the ice seller said, again.

Unwilling to prolong and cause himself to be attacked by people for allegedly making girls cry, Cakra followed the advice of ice sellers. Cakra took a breath and exhaled him slowly and he immediately drew Kinan into his arms. Deck that inexplicably made his heart flutter.

"Try once you become ice that freezes and remains in place, surely you will not be as sick as this when you melt yourself. I hope your heart is as frozen as it was before you met Agra. Let your heart stay awake and not hurt."

Succeeds. Kinan stopped crying.