Last Letter to You

Episode 34

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The clock stopped beating

Like my heart has been broken

My mouth seemed to want to scream

But can't move

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Maybe for some people, being at the top of the height of the most frightening thing and making the whole body goosebumps, but another case for Kinan, being in front of the piano tutoring building is more adrenaline spur until both palms suddenly feel cold. The weather this afternoon was very hot.

Kinan could feel sweat dripping from his forehead then descending to his temple. Not because of the heat of the sun, but the heat that Agra created for him. Plus, Agra's sharp glare continued to swipe into her bead. Kinan to bite his lower lip a little strong. His heart and body response were too weak to accept that gaze. Want it to feel like Kinan fainted right now in front of Agra, again his mind raged, would Agra want to help him? What if the body is left alone by Agra?

Kinan.

"Why diem?" Agra slid in and it was able to throw Kinan out of his own world.

"Huh?"

Putting on a cengo look, the only reaction Kinan displayed. His free hand moved upwards, scratching his scalp which somehow felt very itchy. His eyes blinked slowly, then the fully visible figure of Agra stood before him with eyebrows fused, looking at him. The nervous attack attacked him again.

"Agra, don't look at me, I'm groggy," Kinan lowered his head deeply, feeling imminentized. His shabby shoes were the only safest visual object for Kinan.

"Thanks to your head and look at my face," flatly, Agra said expressionlessly, "Gue is in front of you, not down there."

The cold aura emanating from Agra inevitably turned Kinan's gaze into staring at him. It was very difficult to open his mouth because this handsome figure was so creepy when talking.

For a few seconds the two made eye contact, were silent, and both were silenced. Avoiding her body's reaction was more severe than just being nervous, Kinan threw his gaze towards the highway. Agra is like the life-revoking angel in the Korean drama Kinan. It's scary to look.

"Let's follow me!" Agra first stepped forward, entering the piano tutoring building. Kinan's feet instantly gagged. The reason was simple to bring Kinan here, because Agra wanted to bring Kinan together with someone other than his original purpose. Sensing no sign of Kinan equalizing his movements, Agra turned his body back, a rough grunt escaping from his lips as he looked at Kinan glued while twisting the bottom of his shirt.

"Lo ears still work, don't they?!" sentak Agra was strong when he arrived in front of Kinan, "Gue said, follow me! Even dumbfounded!"

Kinan nodded frantically with a feeling of fear, "Still, Agra."

"Keep why don't you move?! You know, your reaction is that my precious time is wasted!"

"Sorry, Agra, but I want to go home," Kinan did not dare to raise his face and could only bow in fear, squeezing his fingers.

Enduring her flat look, Agra played out one of her eyebrows and pulled her up. He was curious and did not understand Kinan's response just now. Obviously while in front of the bookstore, Kinan was very happy when he took her away. Precisely this, Kinan acted otherwise, looking bitter and as soon as possible, shunned him.

"Why do you suddenly want to go home? So haunted the piano tutoring building that your face is so tense?" at first glance, Agra smelled something wrong from Kinan. I don't know. Agra could not deduce it when her curiosity was provoked.

"My stomach hurts. I'm going to the toilet."

His forced laughter exploded. The right corner of his lips, drawn in, formed a thin grin. Agra's instinct is very strong if Kinan is currently lying, "There is a toilet that is close, why choose a far away? Inside there is a restroom. You don't have to be tired of going home. Anyway, hunt your pants wet on the street."

Failed to completely escape his desire. Kinan bit his lower lip, no matter how red he was, "I'm not comfortable in another toilet, Agra. You must have known it, right? Steady when in people's places?"

"Your reasoning doesn't make sense at all!" agra said sharply, "Don't you be afraid if later I tell you to play the piano in there? You can play the piano, right?"

Kinan widened his eyes hearing the question that was thrown from Agra's mouth. Kinan's heart raced fast with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Then Kinan shook his head, a diversion sign, "No, Agra! Not because of that! Anyway I want to go home. Point!" kinan said last time then ran fast, leaving a big question mark on Agra's mind.

"Freak woman," he murmured.

Kinan's departure, Agra did not try to hold back or just pursue him, Agra was just silent with all branches of mind filling his brain. Just this time, Kinan left her first. And this was the second time, Kinan was angry when he heard something that smelled like piano. First, while in the park, Agra asks Kinan about the woman's intelligence playing the piano, but is eroded by the woman's anger. The answer is like a lie.

After Kinan's petite body disappeared at the turn of a narrow alley, Agra exhaled a tired breath, recalling today his plan failed.

"Agra!" call someone out loud, from behind his back. Agra turning body. The older brother, running to him. Agni's breath was a little dull. It's like looking around for something around Agra.

"Loh, he said he wanted to go get someone to Big Brother, where is he? How are you alone, anyway?" ask Agni, confused.

Sighing more and more, Agra went from the presence of the Big Brother, to wherever his brother came from did not ask for Kinan's whereabouts.

Honestly, Agra was really dizzy thinking about it.

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Actually, every Saturday, Kinan has no picket schedule to keep the bookstore, but because yesterday one of his friends entered the hospital and until now has not healed, Kinan kindly replaced his friend's work. Itung-itung as his holiday rations that seem boring if you are at home constantly every weekend.

Unfortunately, Kinan forgot one important problem that Mr. Brown, stay home. Kinan had completely forgotten that the middle-aged man today had not gone anywhere. Finish history.

"Where have you been since morning and just got home at this hour?"

Deg.

Kinan. His heartbeat seemed to stop when the heavy sound forced its way into his ears. His hand that was originally holding the door leaf, he lowered it, turned to twist his fingers, nervous and afraid. Today was a nervous day for him. Last time, Agra, now Mr. Brownian.

Please, don't be angry. Inner limp.

Slow movement, Kinan turned his body and can be seen clearly the figure of Mr. Brown was sitting on a single sofa with his right fingers tucked in a cigar. Mr. Brown sucked the cigar and threw the smoke into the free air. Spread to the living room. Kinan until he coughed.

"Why didn't you answer my question? You mute?" said Mr. Brown was second when Kinan did not respond to his first question. The middle-aged man's face was very calm. Sometimes he brought the cigar to his lips. Do the same, suck it.

"I work, Sir. I'm sorry, didn't tell you first. This morning I saw that you were still sleeping in your study, so I left, "Kinan hid his gaze by bowing his head. Inside, his heart was pumping fast. He was facing off with his stepfather. Having lived together for many years, still Kinan did not have the strength to look at the pair of sharp eyes for too long.

"Get out of your work" the line slid casually from Brown's lips. Brown turned off the cigar and threw it right near Kinan's feet. His gaze was unsheathing the Kinan bead. One leg folded just above his left thigh.

Kinan slumped in seconds. Then returned his expression before Brown acted by slapping him because he refused through his shingles, "What do you say, Sir? Did I not hear wrong?"

"I don't think you're deaf. I'm asking you to come out and never have to look after that bookstore again."

Kinan shook his head strongly, "Can't, sir. I like his job. I'm comfortable being there," she said quickly.

"It's more comfortable that you're in my control. Under my supervision. Enough being a waitress at my club. Not anywhere else" Brown decided. Apparently, Kinan refused blatantly. Just look, Kinan stood defiantly before Brown. Throwing away his fear that the middle-aged man was a demonic incarnation that could not be resisted.

"Please don't behave as you please, sir. All this time I've been following all your will. Working in that damned place with old bangka around me. So don't force me to leave my good job if you don't want me to stop being a waiter there" Kinan said boldly.

Mr. Brown grinned thinly. He was amazed to see that the plain rabbit had already dared to go against his wishes. Brown finds a lot of change in Kinan. Previously silent when he rebelled, now speak up. Brown admits Kinan is brave enough, against him.

"Well if you don't want to. I won't force anymore" Brown relented, Kinan fixated.

In front of him is Mr. The real brown? What wind did the iron-hearted man melt? Kinan kira Mr. Brown will scold him all-out not even hesitate to finish him because he did not obey the wishes of the man.

"Seriously, Sir?" ask Kinan half in disbelief.

Brown nodded, "Yes. Instead, you sit down first. I want to give you something" he asked.

Increasingly flabbergasted, Kinan began to drop his buttocks on Brown's long right-hand sofa with a sense of uneasiness. His heart sank with deep worry. His heart rate is like running a marathon.

"What is that, sir?"

Brown smiled. Fake smile. He took something from behind the sofa he was sitting on. A black box was in his grasp, given it to Kinan. Kinan frowned, astonished. Kinan is not a birthday, but why did Brown give him a present?

"Take it and open it. Wear it tonight when you work at the club. You'll look beautiful in the dress of my choice" Brown said casually as he turned on his cigar. Re-create a deadly smoke plume.

Worried, Kinan accepted and opened the lid of the box. It was true, a white knee-length dress with a slightly exposed back that exposed the smooth back part, folded neatly inside. Not only that. Dahi Kinan was made to shrivel by the presence of a medium-sized photo on top of her dress. Kinan.

"Whose picture is this, sir?" ask Kinan, confused. There was a picture of a handsome man wearing a black suit, standing gallantly.

"That's my client from abroad. He's one of the biggest investors in my company. Lay him down tonight. I suggest you not refuse. If you do, you'll know the consequences."

Good Lord! Especially this?! What does he mean, he wants to sell my virginity to that foreign man? Shouted Kinan in the heart.

"No! I don't want any man to harass me!" kinan's voice rose and without hesitation, denied. His emotions enslaved, "Why can you feed the body of your adopted son to a foreign man I don't recognize at all? Don't you feel sick seeing your son's body being gnawed by a man?!"

Again, Brown commented smilingly, "You're not my son. I'm not your foster father either. So I don't need to be afraid if I'm going to suffer any pain, later. Because it'll never happen to me! You gotit?"

"I still refuse!" kinan Strictly. The matter was intentionally suppressed.

Brown gives pause to suck his cigar. This time it produced a thick smoke and a lot and then exhaled. Quite talkative, Brown gets straight to the point.

"Serve my clients or you'll see for yourself how a man named Agra ends up horribly in front of you."