Last Letter to You

Episode 30's

As bad as you hurt me, I don't want to hate. I will continue to like you even if it hurts. So you know, it's as easy as women forgive.

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Throwing the bag on the table violently, indicating that Agra cannot control something in him. Something she had just brought out on the basis of emotion when she heard Kinan's declaration of love, for her.

It had happened several times, but his ears still refused and could not accept any statement.

A female? Of love? Related to the opposite sex? There is absolutely nothing in the dictionary of Agra's present life.

Maybe it was before. Before all his beliefs about love, he must die in despair because of a mistake Agra could not accept until now.

Even cruelly, Agra bestows her disappointment on Kinan, a sweet woman who doesn't know anything about her life and must feel the results of a lack of acceptance for someone's past mistakes.

Agra admits to being evil. So wicked. Hit Kinan with the bomb whenever Agra wants to detonate, just suppress the activator. It depends, when Agra wants it. All decisions are in his hands.

The fourth time, a furious breath just slid from his lips. Agra ruffled her hair, frustrated, as the re-recording of how she hurt Kinan, twisted clearly in her brain.

Regretfully, Agra did not regret it. Even Agra was relieved after his stranglehold, he managed to dismantle. Said to be evil, yes, Agra admitted it. His words to Kinan really hurt that woman for sure. Every now and then, Kinan was again hurt. The pain created by him was perfectly without a gap.

"Aghhhhh!!" yelled Agra finally. His head was leaning against the sofa. His eyes closed tightly until the frown on his forehead was imprinted.

The coolness of the meeting room from the air conditioning, did not feel touch the surface of Agra's skin due to the heat running almost all over his body. Agra hates most when his body responds like this rather than the usual calm and relaxed kayak.

All because of a woman named Kinan. Agra hates that name.

I don't know. Agra alone did not understand why he hated that with Kinan. The point is, he doesn't want any woman to put her heart on him.

"Clearly to me about the incident I saw earlier," from the door, Afka snuck in after locking it twice. The man in the green suit, the Accounting boy, was sitting next to Agra. Looked at him full of question marks.

"Did you come here?!" noticing the familiar voice just now, Agra replied to her sniffling, "Go! I'm males ngeladenin lo!"

Not heeding Agra's orders, Afka stayed in place, "Why don't you tell me and Abyan that Kinan likes you? Does our friendship mean nothing at all?"

The last sentence which immediately opened Agra's eyes wide, looking at Afka while hissing, "What do you all know? No use either!"

"use me! That means my best friend is lucky to be liked by the right people," said Afka, "So, what I ask, since when does Kinan like you?"

"Stop talking to him" Agra refused.

Afka snorted while shaking her head, "So don't like you the same Kinan? What's wrong with you, Gra? I swear yes, your words were harsh. I know you don't like Kinan, obviously from your flat response when you meet him. But can't you just turn the softness a little bit?" Afka gave a suggestion, seeing Agra disrespect Kinan, making him anxious himself.

"He cannot be softened. Spark."

"Not Kinan. But you want me to step on!" gavel Afka.

"Why are you sewot?" Agra accused Afka of taking off her alma mater jacket and putting it on the table.

"How to nolak Kinan is like a loser! You may not like him but refuse, Gra. Don't use rough ways. That's a student. The way you express something that you do not like, is much different from the childhood," explained Afka at length.

"OKAY. I don't think you need nasihatin to get to the roots. In essence, the heart of the woman was very fragile. Kinan Included. Maybe outside Kinan looks fine, can even still smile when you nyuekin him, but do you ever know how the real Kinan feels? The reaction with the inside is very different, Gra. Kinan could smile easily in front of you, inwardly? She cried. Respond to my words," continued Afka like an expert on love.

"B*do. I don't care" relaxed Agra. The man fiddled with the contents of his phone without interest. Very clear from the movement of his thumb, scrolling the screen up and down with the origin.

"What's the reason you're anti-other women because of Ana? Your ex-lover first?" Afka guessed anything, averted the eyes of Agra who now looked at him very flat.

Instantly Agra's expression became pias. His jaw hardened when he heard that name. The name he painstakingly buried deep and was mentioned easily by Afka. Agra hates Ana's name. Someone who once made Agra fall to the bottom of the steepest chasm.

"Don't mention her name in front of me!" Agra began to be lured.

From his response, Afka could already deduce what was the cause of Agra being so angry and emotional when Kinan expressed his heart. Not wrong anymore. This was all the beginning of Ana. Agra's ex-lover first.

Afka smiled sarcastically and got up from her seat. Tidying up for a bit his crumpled-looking alma mater suit then said, "Gue thought you adult male, Gra, could solve the problems of the past wisely. Apparently, you are like a Junior High child who, when invited to duel with other children, reciprocate the duel. If so, I agree that you refuse Kinan's love. After I feel sorry for Kinan, how can I like the same male loser macem lo. I'm pulling it out."

After saying the thing that made sense in Agra's head to sort out for a moment his attitude, Agra fell silent. When the door was slammed strongly by Afka, too, Agra remained unmoved.

Is his attitude immature in making decisions?

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Should this be as sad as loving alone?

Kinan could not describe how he felt after being spewed out such scathing words by Agra. Like an explosive, it exploded right in front of him. Kinan was smashed to pieces. The wound was spreading like a deadly virus. There is no cure but to wait for death.

What is wrong with loving someone? Is it wrong to want to have it completely?

Yeah, Kinan is not wrong. On the one hand, Kinan did not understand what was wrong with his statement?

Is that how Agra tries to open his heart for Kinan to enter? Can't it be for a minute, either?

Was Kinan too cheap to just be a thug when Agra's steps began to pull over?

There was nothing I could do but cry. Weep bitterly at the life he lived.

What once could Kinan not feel what it was like to be happy? Was it during his life just to feel broken without a healer?

In the very back corner, just behind the weathered chair, Kinan cried with his head sank between the folds of his knees. Tears will be hurt. The clear liquid that kept pushing out even though his body had weakened helplessly. Just raising his head Kinan felt unable to anymore.

Was she that cool to the point that Agra branded herself a cheap woman?

Which part is cheap? Is it because of Agra's pursuit of love? If so, let it be. Kinan will continue to pursue Agra's love until he can. No matter Agra hates him. After all, once cheap, will remain cheap*n in the eyes of Agra.

The all-white room witnessed how broken Kinan's heart was. Hearing cheap gasps from others was not as painful as coming out of Agra's mouth.

For an hour Kinan was in a dark, uninhabited room located on the fourth floor at the very end. Only a little sunlight enters through the gaps of curtains that are scattered exposed to the breeze. The bright sky during the day out there, does not dampen the horror of the tool room. Not afraid at all when something invisible, bothering him.

"OPEN, NAN! I KNOW YOU'RE INSIDE!" banging the door from the outside, Kinan ignored. Even his position did not change. Keep his head so others don't look at him for pity.

"NOW! I SAID OPEN IT!" cakra's voice echoed out loud to his ears. Perhaps because of the fourth floor of the end-class, it was rarely occupied. So quiet and silent. A voice as big as Cakra could definitely be heard very clearly.

The sound of the door crashing is strong, enough to be proof of how Cakra can enter and walk towards Kinan. Yeah, Cakra just broke into it.

"Bod*h you can be reduced a little bit?" Cakra said ketus. He stood in front of Kinan while holding his side.

"Stop the love of men who have absolutely no respect for your presence and feelings! You're beautiful but about the bod*h!" most love!" Cakra could not control his talk to an opponent he should not be rude to. But what else, Kinan does need to be roughed up once, in order to stop liking a heartless man named Agrata Razzan.

"Lift your head and remove your tears! Your tears are too precious to fall. Agra nolak lo, Kinan. You understand that means he wants you to stay away from him. Don't like him. Moreover, hoping too high can have Agra completely. You die before you get Agra's heart. Can my words just be accepted? If you can, raise your head and look me in the eye?!" Cakra held both sides of Kinan's shoulder and slightly shook it.

Cakra's words were spoken at a less precise time because after he finished speaking, Kinan's stuffing sound grew louder. Echoing into the room. His shoulders were shaking violently. Kinan needs a backrest, not a snapshot.

Cakra chipped while rubbing his face, rough, no longer understanding the woman before him. Very persistent and stubborn.

"It's really lo!" Cakra placed a packet of tissue on Kinan's open palm, "For my money to go out to buy a tissue," though Cakra himself was not playing to see Kinan's cries never stop, but Cakra will remain kind, a friend when Kinan is this sad.

"Just change my money after you're satisfied. Dear two staves I can to pay for parking, it's. Remember, don't forget," though not seriously saying it, Cakra tried to make a crisp joke. Succeeded. Kinan lifted his head until the woman's eyes appeared. Traces of tears adorned his smooth cheeks. His crying was not heard.

"Later I change," replied Kinan as he rubbed his red nose.

Unbeknownst to Kinan, Cakra gave a small smile. It was easy to turn out to lure Kinan into responding, "Replace twice as much. I don't want to know."

Kinan nodded weakly. Slowly she opened the tissue wrap, took it one to wipe away the remains of her tear puddle.

"Let's get up! I keep standing like this! My legs cramp for a long time!" the Cakra again. Then she helped Kinan by giving him one hand to hold Kinan. Kinan received the speech while patting his back pants jor*k for sitting for about an hour on the floor.

"Let me anter go home. Poor look lo, macem lion abis ngamuk. Semrawut," said Cakra did not lose his way to make Kinan smile as usual. Cakra goes out first, followed by Kinan behind him.

"Oh, yes, one more," Cakra stopped stepping. He twisted his body and looked at Kinan flatly. Kinan frowned. Feeling anxious about Cakra's next words.

"Please cleanin it's snot lo. Meler. Jor*k is a girl."

"CAKRA! KNOW AH!! I WANT TO CRY AGAIN!"

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Dikara Cakra