Last Letter to You

Episode 45's

Sometimes a person's attitude changes. Either turn out to be good or worse than before.

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After borrowing a book to reference his management duties in the campus library, Kinan hurried to the back garden of the Faculty of Economics building. Sitting on one of the benches available there while pampering his skin was buffeted by a gentle breeze.

Learn best under a shady tree while enjoying the leaves that run from his home. Abandoning yourself to embrace the green grass.

Pouring each sheet by sheet of thick book in his hand, Kinan seemed to be drifting in his reading. Not disturbed by discordant voices that greet the ears. If only given a choice between hangout or reading, Kinan eagerly chose the second option because for him reading can give him many advantages than the streets and fun.

"WOI KINAN!!"

The hand that had originally lined up the important sentences in the book, was jolted from the shout from behind him. Kinan stroked his chest and glared at the owner of the voice. She's Zerina.

"Gue doesn't budek kali Na. Selow, just turn it on," Kinan grumbled.

Zerina took a position next to Kinan and then embraced his best friend's shoulder while grinning widely, "And I want to ngaggetin. Should time slow down? There are ordinary ones. Not a little enthralling."

For the sake of the friend that Kinan had missed for over a week not seeing the trunk of his nose, Kinan just responded. Kinan shuffled his arms around Zerina a sign that her misses needed to be treated.

"Kangennn."

"Ululu tayangg, same I miss too," Zerina returned Kinan's embrace. Both are like herds of teletubies on childhood television. Although now the film has been swallowed by the earth, somehow it continues, but everyone still applies the ritual of hugging each other and embracing fellow brothers, friends.

"Why have you never seen it? Hape lo is also rarely active. It's hard to know you know!" Kinan grunted in annoyance.

Zerina chuckles, "Sori Nan, I'm really busy with my college assignment. The deadline is short. I got to my own confusion. Moreover, you also know that I am a member of BEM. When I'm done, I'll be busy there, organizing. The playing time is reduced. We used to be together everywhere. Sorry for me."

Kinan smiled then nodded, "It's okay. I understand because my position is the same as yours. A coed. Often given the task of home. It should be able to divide the time. Don't clash with other activities."

The answer that is getting close to her body, Zerina moved to her best friend from childhood, "Thanks Kinan! You're my best friend ever!! Love you sweetie!!"

"Love you too my bestie!"

"Oh yes, Nan," Zerina broke down a hug and looked at Kinan with a look of wonder, "Now you're holding the status of her boyfriend Agra, so you know how the nature of her friend, the Abyan. You can tell a little story to me. I'm kepo," he said wooing.

Kinan's eyebrows shot up next, "Why is it suddenly nanyain Abyan? Oh, or maybe you have a crush on him? Hey, I'm lo!" the accusation.

Face Zerina direct persimmon, shy. Like a teenager who has just learned love. Zerina is wrong. His seat is not calm.

"Well, how is that. I was confused where to start. The point is, I've been the same Abyan," Zerina honest with the condition of blushing face. He was just embarrassed to reveal his secret for a month to Kinan. Because judging from the time that always thwarted him to meet Kinan.

Kinan surprised. Of course the news he just heard was horrendous. As people know, Abyan is a calm guy and not too much to roar like his best friend Afka.

"Well, congratulations Na! She is lucky to be Abyan's girlfriend. Hope it lasts!" Kinan expressed his delight.

"Thank you Nan! You are also the same Agra, hopefully the relationship will last until marriage."

"Amin-amin," Kinan imagined as what Zerina said came true. Surely Kinan was happy to have Agra completely, "This matter is when we double date."

Zerina nodded in agreement, "Good idea!"

"Let's plan!"

"Come!!"

Kinan was impatient until the time came. Hopefully his wish is fulfilled.

Amens.

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The three men in green suits came out in tandem from the computer lab while chatting lightly. Currently they plan to stop by the committee room before returning to their respective homes. Sometimes Abyan laughs because of Afka's guyonan. Not for Agra. The man had kept a flat face since practice. Not interested in the surrounding. I don't know what Agra was thinking.

Realizing that one of them was reluctant to stand out, Afka initiated a conversation. Afka knew that Agra's mind was out of place. Surely the man until now still thinking about the task of committee. It did not produce results even though the event stayed another week.

"Brain!" Afka patted Agra on the shoulder. As a result Agra realized from his daydream, "Lo why the hell? Diem bae as a virgin? Any problem? Same story with us."

Abyan nodded in agreement with what Afka had said just now. The two lay down on the corner sofa of the room. Agra was sitting on a wooden chair not far from their position.

"Gue guess, surely your silence has something to do with Kinan? I really?" Afka switched jobs to fortune telling.

Agra looked up, looking at Abyan fixedly, "One's feelings can change with time. I can't deny that I love him. And the Cakra problem, I don't want it to happen to Kinan. Enough Ana that he took for the satisfaction of his lust. I'm just afraid the more familiar they are, the easier Cakra will be to master Kinan. Lo know Kinan is easily beguiled, plain and innocent. I don't think I've been in college why the behavior is like an SD child."

Afka cleared her throat slowly, "But it's gemesin, right?"

Agra's gaze moved on Afka, "More passionate face lo who again nahan boker."

"Cockfighting!"

"So, why don't you get Kinan's permission to play piano on our show?" Abyan asked. Took Agra's attention.

Abyan's question made Agra rub his face rough after he breathed, "Gue feels stopped making him admit his skills."

Hearing this, Afka was surprised. So did Abyan. Agra is not the type of man who gives up quickly.

"Seriously speaking just now elo Gra?" Afka hurriedly straightened her body, "Ck! Not very much!"

"Gue promised her he'd be a good boyfriend. I don't think I maxed out his will. I know I hurt his heart too often. Look at him smiling cheerfully to make my heart hurt. Maybe because before he preferred to cry and that's because of me."

Afka was increasingly flabbergasted and suspicious if the body of the friend was entered by a good spirit. Stubborn.

"How about bucin gini?"

Agra got up while draping the backpack on his right shoulder and rushed towards the lip of the door.

"Whatever you say. I'm pulling it out."

"Eh! I'm not done talking! Whoa Agra!" Afka tried to hold back but Agra nimbly stayed away. At the end of it he clucked.

"Udahlah justin aja tuh son go. Mending you dengerin curses me about my new boyfriend," Abyan offers something tantalizing. There was no reason for Afka to refuse him. Know that Afka's stature exceeded that of women.

"Goddess. That chick smells like onions, right?"

Instantly Abyan put on the flattest look. His desire to tell about his love story suddenly crashed in all directions.

You onion victim!

......

Kinan tightened his jacket as the cold pierced through his skin. The sky is hanging. The rain will fall with its distinctive aroma. Kinan stepped wide to the side of the parking lot, waiting for Agra to come out and come down to him. Agra promised to get her to work.

While Agra has not yet arrived, to drive away boredom, Kinan tuned music from his phone without using a headset. Her beautiful head sometimes nods to the rhythm. Her little lips move funny.

"Kinan," call someone who is now standing straight in front of him.

Kinan's eyes were wide open. He immediately covered from there without replying to Cakra's warm greeting.

"Wait!" Cakra intercepted Kinan by reaching for the woman's hand, "Gue wants to say something to you" he said.

Kinan glanced at Cakra briefly then threw away his face, "Lepasin. Don't deletin' me."

"Click, accept," Cakra pointed a history book at him, "I especially buy it for you," last night while visiting the book bazaar in downtown, Cakra remembered Kinan and bought it as a gift. Kinan just looked at him with no interest. If you say like, yes obviously Kinan likes. But because the giver was Cakra, Kinan was lazy to accept it. Agra's explanation still clings perfectly to his memory. Kinan scared.

"No need. I don't like it."

"Lo really did get to me? I beg you, don't Nan. I am not like in your shadow. What Agra said is not entirely true. You believe me, don't you Nan?" Cakra said softly.

Kinan released the Cakra grip on his wrist, "Let me go."

Cakra looked at Kinan as deeply as he felt. Taking on the woman he likes is exhausting his heart and mind.

"Okay I'll be allowed after you get a book from me. Take ya?"

Kinan was confused. It turned out that running from Cakra was not as difficult as Kinan thought. The chakras are very hard.

Trying to soften his slowly frozen heart towards Cakra's figure, Kinan grabbed the thing that was thrust before him and another hand managed to precede him.

"Save it, take it home. I can buy it for my girl."