Last Letter to You

Episode 37's

What I haven't stopped by is the story of patience, guys hehehe. If my time is free, I'm going to tell your stories.

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You're good at dropping me. After that, fly me as high as possible. I'm terlena.

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Cakra still remembered the beginning of his meeting with Kinan. That afternoon he did not know the reason behind Kinan setting foot on the second floor because he wanted to look for the existence of the Agra class. No other and no, the man who made Kinan cry like a pill. First met, Cakra admitted that he was a jerk when he dropped a painful throw at Kinan. Cakra remembered it clearly.

"Gue is fascinated by you. Moreover, you have a great body. And I intend to make you bow under my feet."

"Let's target to be dated continuously in drain all-out money? I guess I'm in the criteria, aren't you?"

Really, Cakra just playfully said it. Indeed, his words touched Kinan's self-esteem indirectly. But, know, Cakra was joking. Although the joke went overboard and could be called outrageous, Cakra regretted it. And Kinan's slap that time was a reward for him. However, not enough with a single slap, Cakra wanted more so that his regret gradually faded away. On the one hand, Cakra is grateful for the incident because that is where Cakra can get closer to Kinan. Knowing him inside out. Neither his heart nor his nature and manner.

If only the current Cakra could retract his words, the Kinan Rasa Cakra was already happy in his embrace. Without tears proof of his sadness. Not to be hurt, neglected, isolated, until he is very fragile because of the figure of Agra.

Be late. Agra first sprouted the seeds of love in Kinan's heart. So big that one mistake Agra made, as easy as turning the palm of the hand, Kinan forgave him. Kinan is very good. Agra doesn't deserve to be with him.

In fact, Agra's irritation was worse than her.

Cakra ruffled his hair brutally. His emotions take him flying into the past, moments where his first quarrel with Agra begins. Agra, who was his best friend, slowly moved away from him and considered him an enemy. The cause is Ana. The woman whom Agra loved deeply, confessed that she was pregnant with Cakra's child and ended her relationship with Agra. Feeling very, very disappointed in Cakra, Agra broke off their relationship and went as far as possible. Forgetting the two people who had turned off their original selves. In the past, Agra was not as flat and cute as it is now. He's a humble guy. It is circumstances that have changed it.

Where is Ana?

That is, Cakra does not know where he is. After breaking up the relationship, Ana leaves, out of nowhere. Cakra lost track of him. All Ana's favorite places, she's been to. Niente. Unrewarding. Ana is not.

"Gue tau lo here," Cakra dampened the rest of his anger as his manic caught Kinan's silhouette in a corner of the room, exposed to the sun's rays from behind the curtain slit. Kinan was in the corner of the room on the fourth floor. The same place he stopped by to cry for Agra. Second time his tears are spilling here.

Cakra approached Kinan, squatting in front of him. His outstretched hand wiped the small stream stream on his smooth cheeks. Cakra smiled poignantly, how fragile this woman before him was, "Don't cry, Kinan. Weep enough for the same."

It breaks the silence. Kinan immediately closed his eyes with both palms after Cakra had kept his hands away from his face. His shoulders were shaking violently. He was crying sobbing.

Not considered there, it hurts. Worse, ignored.

Sighing tiredly from her lips, Cakra stroked slowly Kinan's black mane. Channeling the serenity through his touch, "The consequences in love, the fall are two possibilities. Happy or suffering. Maybe for now you suffer it so you know that Agra is not a good man for you. I'm sure someday you can feel the happiness you crave and certainly with others."

"Inget, Kinan, love cannot be forced. Agra does not want your presence at all. From his behavior, his movements, his answers, seem very. Supposedly with that perspective, you understand that he does not like you," explained Cakra, trying to doctrine Kinan's mind to be open. Honestly, Kinan had blind love. His blind horn, willing to be hurt many times. Forgiveness ends.

Kinan looked up, wiping off the clear liquid in his eye patch, he stared at the silent Cakra, "Yet, Cakra. Agra just couldn't open her heart yet to make me stay," Kinan choked up.

Cakra raises next to the eyebrows, "Surely so? Do you ever know what his heart is?"

Cakra's question, in reply to Kinan with a headband, "I can't really guess what Agra's heart is. Is there a name for me in it. But I'm sure, one day Agra will definitely let me be a part of her life. Admit that I'm her lover."

Cakra sighed heavily. It's hard to explain to someone who's blind in love. Go left out right. Pasrah chakra. He stood looking at Kinan who was looking back at him. The rest of his crystal feathers were imprinted on his cheek area, "By ground, Kinan. I as a temen, friend, just want to ngingetin lo what it means to fight but sadistic in the wind then."

Kinan.

"On my promise that I want to make sure you travel around the city of Jakarta, sorry, I can't make it right. Again, I'm sorry."

The chakras pass from the presence of Kinan. Invite a sense of guilt. Leaving a prolonged tightness. His head was weak and he cried again.

I'm sorry, Cakra.

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The campus anniversary event will be held in a week. Faris as the chairman of the committee, growled furiously faced with one of its members. He looked at Agra sharply. Agra has not finished his work. It is approaching the day H.

"I gave you a word for a month. Isn't it running all right now?" Faris sat in a single seat with Agra standing tall, not far from her. Just waiting for a report from Agra, but never press.

"What are your constraints?" ask Faris, seriously.

"Gue hasn't caught anyone yet" Agra replied casually. Both of his hands were drowned in his alma mater pocket.

Faris kicked down the table next to his chair. Highlight the light unsheathed Agra's bead. Anger seeped into his soul, "It's that relaxing lo nanggepinnya?"

"If not, what else? You're grumpy in front of me."

Resisting emotions in order not to cause new problems, Faris's countenance softened. His ass back he dropped to his seat, "Lo less effort. I'm from Afka, the guy is your own girl. Name's Kinan. Then why do you have trouble making a girl you agree to your request to make her fill our show?"

Agra hissed without Faris noticing. He will shower Afka with his sharp words if he meets later. Just watch. Somehow Agra was angry, Afka told Faris that Kinan was her lover.

"Lo don't need to know," said Agra flatly.

"OK, fine. I give you a three-day deadline. If for three days I do not receive a report from lo, get ready to spray the same Rector. I'm unplugging!" Faris passed away after slamming the door firmly. Agra Defense off. He kicked the chair that Faris had been sitting in until it bounced away. Then he stepped out into his locker.

Along the way, his gaze was wary of the surroundings. The aura emanating from him was so gripping. Even those who wanted to greet him, undo the intention. Agra's expression was very flat. They guessed inwardly, whether anyone would want to be with Agra if she looked just as scary as that.

Arriving there, Agra found an envelope slip between the doors of her locker. His head was wobbly, staring at his surroundings. He checked again if it was true that he was standing in front of his own locker. Is correct. It's really hers. So, whose letter is it?

Rather than mince words and prolong her time home, Agra opened it after inserting the key into the keyhole. His eyes caught three different colored envelopes. Agra exhaled. He knew who the sender was without having to check it.

He took one of the three envelopes. Agra really did not understand why Kinan was still giving her the letter. His phone number, Kinan knows. Sekampus. Not a city, especially a country. But she was constantly wasting paper and money on an envelope that Agra could throw away. When he wants, he'll throw it away.

To you, the heart of the villain.

The wounds you inflicted on my heart are so perfect. Spread widely, filled all the space. Until I can't find even a small part without your wounds.

You are the most perfect in the field of hurt. You are the most capable of breaking hearts. You are the smartest to make me fall in love and run away, leaving behind a dead heart.

Ignoring, scorching pain, thinking I am not there, maybe others can not tolerate your outrageous attitude, but I, during my life will always understand your attitude.

Till when?

When did you stop hurting? This raga is tired, but still trying to give up, for the love struggle that I know will end the same.

Injured and suffering.

Love's.

From me, your forgiving girl*.

Agra was pensive with a blank look, staring at the contents of his letter. There was a pain that forced its way into his chest cavity. It felt, heartbreaking, as I read through the series after series of words that Kinan had poured out. The meaning of pain.

Right what Kinan said, Agra is a heart criminal. Criminals who shouldn't be sorry, are as simple as that of Kinan. Agra, the villain who will be able to die with a great regret.

"Agra, are you seriously dating Kinan?" the sudden question made Agra shocked. He quickly closed the door of his locker after folding back his letter and threw it into the locker. The fate of the other two letters, Agra let it be sad without the intention of reading it. Agra did not want when he opened it, a feeling of guilt, gnawing at his thoughts. No. gabe. That can't happen. Agra will never fall.

Adira, standing behind his back, asked for an explanation. Blame Agra for causing him to die of curiosity, "When has it been?"

Agra silence.

"Lo love her?" the third time, Adira asked.

Silence squeezed both. Agra's eyes are watching his best friend's gestures. He refused to open his mouth. He was lazy to have to go back to discussing Kinan, Kinan, and Kinan.

"Lo really love her?"

Adira shouted out loudly, "ANSWER, GRA!!"

"Important?" reply Agra finally then inched away, regardless of Adira who gaping in place stand.

Adira pursues Agra's broad steps and decides to hold him back, Adira demands a logical answer. He will continue to press until Agra explains the details of the incident. As friends, we should be open to each other, right?

There was no choice, Agra took the left path, he continued on his way. Adira insists on stopping him by pulling his right wrist.

"Lo's my best friend, right?" asked Adira, not to make any pleasantries, "So, answer some of the questions I mentioned earlier."

Agra snapped Adira's grip until she slipped away from him. Agra looked at Adira sharply. Just this time Agra was like a monster in front of Adira. During this time, Agra had always treated Adira well. When Adira gets angry and presses him for something, Agra never looks at him like an enemy. Look, now Agra is a hundred and eighty degrees different.

"Not everything about my life you should know! Especially about my romance! Do not because you are my best friend, you want to dig up information about me in order to complete the sense of kepo lo that I think is not important for you to know!" agra said cruelly. His anger exploded without him being able to control it again. Adira sculpting. Agra just snapped at him. Agra's changed.

Agra was evil to her. Is it wrong of him to ask? Adira's eyes glazed over. Agra clearly saw the puddle in his eye, but he chose to leave.

Adira really did not expect.

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Kinan repeatedly tried to get rid of all the burdens of his mind by busying himself at home. Starting from cooking, cleaning the entire area of the house, watering the plants. It doesn't affect anything. Kinan relaxed his shoulders, he sat on a wooden chair, the porch of the house. He finished his job. Kinan wiped the sweat sweat off his forehead. His eyes stared blankly at the front. Again, he thought of Agra. It looks tangled and withered.

Kinan woke up when Nathan's car entered the yard. Kinan frowned while glancing at his watch. At two o'clock in the afternoon. Nathan doesn't usually come home at this hour. Kinan walked over to Nathan with his sweet smile. Precisely what Kinan got, unexpectedly, Nathan ignored his welcome. Nathan refused to see his face. Kinan's heart melos. Nathan ignored. What harm?

Kinan smiled wryly.

Earlier, Agra.

Then, Cakra.

Now, Nathan.

When does the pain end?

Ringing the phone, breaking his daydream, Kinan grabbed the flat object he had, checking one incoming message.

Looks like, his pain today got the cure.

Agra❤

Sorry for making you hurt.

As an apology, ntar the mallem I picked up, at 7. We're dating.

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Huhh, like your chameleon, Mazzz:(

If you had a guy like Agra, what would you do?