Last Letter to You

Episode 47's

The watch kept glancing at its owner. Indicates that someone he is waiting for his presence, has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.

Somehow Cakra glanced at the entrance, hoping that Kinan would appear and occupy an empty seat before him. Actually pseudo. Over an hour Cakra sat down while sipping his third coffee. All he accepted was the void. His shoulders were disappointed. A forced smile colored both corners of his lips.

"Maybe next time," muttered Cakra then left the cafe.

The sky tonight is very grey. It's raining soon. The wind blew in all directions against what it could. Including his messy hair. Cakra immediately walked towards his motor and suddenly his steps dented when his gaze met the brown bead.

Cakra narrowed his eyes, in order to focus the view due to the dimness of street lights near the parking lot.

"Ana?" he said unconsciously.

A second later Cakra was flabbergasted in disbelief. His eyes glared perfectly like witnessing a ghostly apparition.

"He's real, Ana," he added. The chakra ran as the woman dressed in all black stepped hurriedly as if trying to avoid it, "ANAA!! WAIT UP!"

Him, Ana. Cakra cannot be misjudged.

They were like a cat chasing its prey, the mouse. And as soon as the rat runs away, the cat will get it. The chakra reaches Ana's left wrist and forces the woman to twist her body.

"I finally found you. You won't be able to run away again Ana."

"Take me off! Let me go!" Ana rebelled. The hiding was revealed already. Ana cannot escape reality. His encounter with Cakra was too fast. Even Ana did not ask to be found a second time. Ana has not been able to forget the past that happened between them. Destiny is more nimble than Ana expected.

Cakra sizzled, "You think after all these years of searching for you, I'll just let you go when I can? You're wrong, Ana. Now you can't go anywhere before you explain to me where you've been all this time? Why did you disappear?"

"Answer, Ana!" Cakra snarling.

"Please release me Cakra! Don't make me explain everything to you!" Ana strikes a resistance by kicking *******Cakra, Cakra shrewdly moves into the back of Ana's body. Lock the woman's hand.

"You know I'm stubborn. As free as you plead, I will continue to urge your answer until it feels like you want to kill yourself."

Ana breathed a tired breath. Over time his strength runs out against Cakra whose power is far greater than his. For a moment, Ana allowed herself to breathe as much oxygen as she could. His head crazily stared at the surroundings, intending to scream for help. Which brings solitude. Beyond expectations.

"Sup. Don't you miss me?"

Ana laughed sarcastically, "Why do I miss a man who is willing to sacrifice himself for a selfless woman like me?"

Ana's words a second ago deeply hurt her heart. Nothing compares to Agra's hatred. Cakra's expression softened as he removed his grip on Ana's wrist. Ana felt her flushed skin as Cakra gripped her firmly.

"If I were to be given two choices between you or Agra, I obviously chose you even though after my decision my friendship with Agra was destroyed. You know how unfortunately I'm with you, Ana. You've taken me as my own sister." said Cakra.

Ana shook her head violently, as if she could not accept Cakra's reason, "At that time you could reject the crazy thing I bargained for you. Why do you want to pretend to be the father of the fetus that I bear and take responsibility for my baby when you know the risk of accepting it that automatically your friendly relationship is at stake."

Cakra smiled "Originally you're happy, whatever I do, Ana. Agra still hates me to this day. I don't care about Ana because the truth is I'm not the father of your fetus. Someone who could not afford to abandon a beautiful woman with her own flesh and blood."

If the man is Cakra, Ana makes sure her life is happy. The chakras are mature, responsible, and wise men. So dreamy.

Ana was moved then lunged at the body firmly in front of him, crying sobbing and muttering sorry words repeatedly. Cakra hugged Ana. Channeling shady.

"I'm sorry, Cakra. I'm sorry" Ana said in her tears.

His big hand stroked her trembling back, "It's okay Ana. Don't cry anymore." Cakra said.

Ana breaks down a hug, looking at Cakra with her puffy eyes.

"So where's your son now? I'm going to see my niece."

Ana's inertia, igniting the suspicious fire of the man. Cakra raised one of his eyebrows up, "Did you drop it?" continued.

Ana hunchback.

"Oh my god, Ana, don't tell me my guess is right? You really are a bad mother. I didn't expect it."

"Stop babbling, dude. Come with me," Ana embraces Cakra's hand, taking him to her apartment.

Letting the man find his crying son, asking where his father was.

Ana invites Cakra in and tells her to sit down while she goes to the kitchen to prepare warm tea for Cakra. While Ana makes him drink, Cakra observes the interior of Ana's apartment. Nothing special as far as the eyes can see. Empty walls have no decoration.

But one that distracted him, a picture frame inside the television side shelf, a photo containing him, Ana, and Agra, embraced each other and laughed happily. Cakra remembered that moment when celebrating Ana and Agra's second birthday. At that time he became a mosquito. A smile slowly rose on his handsome face.

Cakra longs for their togetherness. Very homesick.

"Drink first Cak, still still warm," Ana appears while putting a tray on the table and then giving a glass of tea to Cakra.

Cakra flinched then walked towards the sofa, sipping the drink. He glanced at Ana who put on an agitated look. Cakra knew but he pretended not to notice it.

"Are you a girl or a boy?" Cakra took Ana's existence with a random question.

"Woman" answered Ana.

Mangosteen chakra, "Definitely beautiful as you."

Ana smiled in response, "If men must be handsome to descend on you."

Cakra's forehead shriveled in wonder, "Cock me? Yeah, it looks like his real father."

Ana shook her head, "I'm afraid to look at your face. Your picture fits right at Agra's birthday party I take with me wherever I go."

Cakra laughed, "There are you."

There was silence between them. Busy with their own minds.

"Ohya, where's your son? I want to see" Cakra said.

"He's in his room. Come this way," Ana leads Cakra to follow her.

Arriving in the pink room, a jet-black-haired little boy was sleeping soundly under a thick blanket. Cakra fell silent, scrutinizing the curves of her face that were very similar to Ana's. What she said just now. Cakra approached, sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers stroked the little guy's head full of love.

"Whose name?" tanya Cakra did not decide the focus of the little one.

"Keyla Rinjani."

"Hello Keyla, this is uncle Cakra," Cakra said as if Keyla opened her eyes and noticed, "You're so beautiful, you're so big as an uncle's wife, yes."

Ana's reflex hit her shoulder strongly, Cakra until she grimaced. Ana gave a sharp bully.

"I was joking Ana. I'm not a pedophile you know."

Ana snorted only.

"Where is Ana? Did he know anything about Keyla?" Cakra asks the core questions.

Ana's sluggish slug showed, "Until now I don't know where she is. What I heard from one of his friends, he is currently in Jakarta. I did not take the initiative to find his existence. I'm comfortable living with Keyla."

"That's for you Ana. Not for your son. Keyla needs a father figure. Are you going to let your son be ridiculed by his friends because his father is not by his side?"

Once again, Ana shook her head weakly, "Which parent wants her child to be the subject of someone else's ridicule?"

"Well, then you should see Keyla's real father. Find your son with him. I'm sure he's slowly accepting your presence."

"It's not that easy, Cakra. Jakarta spacious. I could die first if I went to the corners of this town."

Cakra stood up and held onto Ana's shoulders, "I help you find. I have many acquaintances in my college. I can ask them to come get that guy. You just calm down, Ana."

"Are you sure this worked?"

Cakra nodded steadily, "I'm sure one hundred percent. You just need to name the guy so I can easily disseminate the information to my friends."

Ana looked at him hesitantly, her tongue seeming hard to move. It took ten seconds for the answer to successfully slide off his thin lips.

"Nathan Moreno, the man's name."