Last Letter to You

Episode 48's

A truly good and sincere person is someone who puts aside his happiness for the sake of the happiness of others.

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Kinan's step hung in front of the library room door as his manic met Nathan's bead which stood not far from him with a cell phone stuck in his left ear. Trying to stay unmoved even though his phone stored in his pants pocket continues to vibrate a sign of a phone coming in.

Kinan was very sure if it was Nathan. His confidence was proven when Nathan dropped his phone, the vibrations he felt also stopped. Kinan snorted and then changed his direction to wherever he did not meet with Nathan and delayed his desire to borrow a book.

"Kinan!"

Nathan's call is ignored by Kinan and he quickly moves away from the crowd, avoiding several pairs of eyes staring at him. Although being the center of attention is common to him, because in the past when chasing Agra, the students who passed by around him, openly looked at him. There is even one of them saying that Kinan women are shameless. Kinan doesn't care. This is his life, whatever he wants to do.

But this time it felt drastically different. Kinan felt embarrassed when the campus residents saw it intense, as if he was a pest that must be immediately eradicated because in the back there, Nathan called his name. The shame that was once broken may have been connected again because now Kinan is officially dating Agra. Agra gets better and appreciates her feelings.

Taking the right path, Kinan rushed out the gate, but Nathan seemed to be more agile at pulling his wrist so inevitably Kinan turned his body, facing Nathan with an unhappy look while unraveling the handle.

"What's up, sir?" tanya Kinan flatly expressed. Think of Nathan's figure as much as his other lecturers. Kinan spoke politely.

"Click, don't keep avoiding me, Baby," Nathan pleaded. His face was pale like an undead and obviously it was because of Kinan, "Enough in the house only you are like gini. Not on campus."

Kinan forced a smile to rise on the tip of his lips even though it was difficult, "Correction, sir. My name is Kinan not Baby. You're wrong." he said coldly.

Nathan shook his head, "No. I wasn't wrong. I did talk to Kinan again who I often call Baby. The woman I love. Please don't put a barrier between the two of us, baby. You know, I need you. I'm used to you."

Hearing the words of love spoken from Nathan's mouth, Kinan was furious. His sharpened bead was accompanied by a rough grunt like a pyschopath.

"You really have no shame, Nath? Expressing feelings for your own brother and severely being rejected but still persistently pursuing?" Kinan smiled wryly. His words just now certainly slapped him severely, insinuating him that he had once been in that position. Being Nathan's figure, in front of Agra. Similarly, Agra rejected his feelings raw, Kinan did not hesitate to give up.

"Dispose of your feelings! Until whenever you can't get my reply! I don't love you! How many times do I have to remind you?!" Kinan clenched his hands tightly. The tightness in his chest was painful.

The man nodded once more. His arm weakened indicating he was helpless at the moment. Long before this day came.

"I'm okay loving you alone. You're on my side, I'm grateful without needing to love you back. I know love cannot be forced. But here I am not forcing you to accept my feelings. I just want you to know that I love you."

Kinan sat up, looking straight at Nathan, "I know. Then you want something else? Why are you still acting like a fanatic fan who really wants to hold his idol?"

Fortunately the students around them, did not focus on the commotion. The students were busy with their respective activities without caring for the two of them.

"You're more than that."

Kinan snorted, "I asked for a real answer."

Seeing her sweet look, Nathan sighed. His relationship with Kinan is getting run down just because of one word that is love.

"I'm sorry. That's what I want."

"Stop putting heart," pinta Kinan, pleaded.

Nathan's view faded. It is very difficult to remove the taste that has been seeding for many years. Kinan's name was firmly attached to him.

"If that, sorry. I can't" Nathan said as he passed in front of Kinan. Standing nearby, Nathan couldn't bear to not embrace his frail body, as Kinan was his frail woman.

Disappearing Nathan from his reach, Kinan sat down in a pile of bricks right next to the gate near the security guard post.

Ripping through her college bag, Kinan grabbed a medium-sized photograph of herself with Nathan before Nathan went abroad. Kinan miris recalled their relationship was too bad just to make up again.

Gently wiping the photo, Kinan reviewed a gentle smile. The smile she used to show to her loved ones.

"I miss you, Nathan Moreno."

......

Every problem has a way out. Every misunderstanding can be corrected. Every fight must have made up. Depends on how to react.

As an adult male, Cakra understood that. Cakra understands what it's like to be in the middle of a big problem. It is difficult to get out of the scope that continues to occupy his time and mind.

The chakras have felt it. Where Ana, whose incidentally lover is her own best friend Agra, comes to her, asking her to pretend to be the father of the fetus that Ana is born in order to keep Agra's good name, for her and Agra's good, for her good, for Agra's future sake, begging her with threats that Cakra will not comply, Ana will kill her baby. The worried chakra, at the end of the story choosing his friendship is destroyed just because he wants to see his best friend-Agra live happily with his true love and keep it a secret that he is not the father of the baby Ana was born with.

Subconsciously, Cakra risked his happiness and instead saved the happiness of two loved ones at once from the entanglement of romance that increasingly attached to the hearts of both so that when they separated destiny, they could tell him what happened.

Cakra is so good. About those who hold the view that the male Cakra is a jerk, is wrong. Cakra is far too good. Only the way it is delivered is different. Impressed evil when not.

Expelling the memories that loom, Cakra focuses on finding Kinan around the parking lot to the main gate. He had seen Kinan's nose in the corridor. After that it was cut off because his friend drove his way to Kinan.

His eyes narrowed as his net caught Kinan talking to a man.

From his place, Cakra began to be suspicious of the expression that Kinan displayed. A moment of sadness, a moment of growling emotions. Cakra thought Kinan had a problem with the man. The assumption was not wrong once the man left and Kinan fell loose, sitting on the rocks. Something's not right. The chakra takes a swing, approaching Kinan.

From a close radius, his hearing recorded Kinan mentioning someone's name. The name that caused his forehead crease to be imprinted. Cakra had heard of that name. But where? Cakra forgot.

Is he hallucinating?

Cakra raised his shoulders then crouched down before Kinan while developing a smile. Kinan was surprised then hurriedly kept the photo in his grasp, the origin.

"Need help or need encouragement?" The chakras offer themselves.

Kinan stared at Kusyuk Cakra for five seconds, then broke contact and shook his head slowly. Forgetting him trying to avoid that man.

"It doesn't take both."

"Hmm, if you drink, will you?" hail the Cakra again.

Kinan nodded quickly. Cakra chuckled as he took out a bottle of mineral water from inside his backpack, giving it to Kinan. Nimble, Kinan accepted it.

"Thank you," Kinan said after taking half a lead.

Kinan's eyebrows wavy, "Which one?"

"Pake blue shirt dongker. Bring a black tote bag." clarify Cakra.

Kinan's lip movements form the letter O while the mangosteen, "Oh, he's Nathan Moreno. My stepbrother who had lived abroad and now settled in Indonesia became a new lecturer at the Faculty of Mathematics. Why, Cakra? I think you're really talking to my brother." accused Kinan at the end of the sentence. Cakra laughed as he ruffled the gnarly shoots of Kinan's head.

"So she could have me nyamperin a pretty angel in front of me."

Kinan blushed, "You're having a rough day."

"Gue is being rational. Gapapa dong." said Cakra potluck.

"Aren't you in class anymore?"

"Two hours later."

Kinan glanced at Cakra, "Is there anything you want to take with me? Just so you suddenly nongol in front of me."

The words that moved Cakra's head, slanted, staring at Kinan, "There's something I want to say. But not here. We're talking somewhere else. It's more private."

The frown on his forehead was drawn, Kinan hated if he was made curious like this.

"It's hard to just talk," Kinan said in an annoyed tone.

"Actually--" Cakra's speech was cut off by the sound of her phone's dial, Ana's name on the screen. Cakra asked Kinan to be quiet for a while while he picked up the phone.

"What?! Keyla sick?! Where are you now? Did you try to take her to the hospital?" The chakras led questions to Ana across the street. Cakra was very worried, "Yauda you wait there, let me go there. We'll take Keyla for treatment. If there's anything to do with me, An. I hung up on him." Cakra got up, stuffed the flat object into his jacket pocket and looked at Kinan with a guilty look.

"Sorry Nan, I have a sudden affair. I'm staying, right?" tanya Cakra replied to Kinan with a faint nod.

Cakra smiled and rubbed the top of his head carefully, "Take care of yourself, yes."

After Cakra left, Kinan checked the clock on his left wrist. Kinan almost forgot if he had an appointment with Agra, went to lunch.

......

Arriving at Ana's Apartment, Cakra hurriedly entered the room where Keyla was lying weakly on the bed. His entire body was wrapped in a thick blanket. Ana, who was next to Keyla, wept as she kissed the head of her son.

"When did Keyla get sick, An?" Cakra touched Keyla's forehead and she grimaced to realize her hot little one's body temperature for mercy.

"Overnight is still healthy, my dear. Keyla also played a chase with me in the tv room. The next morning we had a meal together and he said he wanted to sleep. At first I was suspicious to see her face was very high, but I did not want to think negatively, so I let her rest. I know that when I woke up Keyla, she didn't move at all. That's why I panicked and called you. Luckily when you were on the road again, he woke up, called me by name. I'm a little relieved." explained Ana at length.

"You should take Keyla to the hospital quickly, An."

Ana's face turned soft. He lowered his head while twisting his fingers, "I have no money, Cakra. My salary hasn't been out for two months. I can do anything but surrender at home, relying only on drugs from the stall. Besides, tomorrow I have to leave this apartment because the original owner wants to leave."

Cakra was shocked, not believing in the life problems Ana was having, "Why did you just tell me, An?"

Faintly shaking, Ana commented a faint smile, "Ngerepotin you just added the burden of my life. I don't want to, Cakra."

Cakra was silent for quite a while before both of her hands grabbed Ana's hand and grasped it tightly, "Seeai you ask me to pretend to acknowledge your child as my flesh and blood, you are my responsibility, Ana. I'm here, for you. I thought of you as my own brother. Don't you ask for my help. Especially my nephew. I'd be so mad at you if Keyla did anything."

"I'm sorry, Cakra."

"Okay, not discussed. We take Keyla to the doctor," Cakra said as she pulled up the blanket covering Keyla's tiny body, then carried her, letting the tiny hand hug her neck tightly. Her other free hand, embracing Ana's hand. They were just like a happy little family.

Inside the elevator, Cakra turned her head, finding Ana biting down her lips, strong. Ana looks worried. The woman's expression reminded Cakra of something.

"An," call him.

Ana stared at Cakra, "Yes?"

"What in your moments of distress is the figure he has in your mind?"

"His figure will never disappear, Cakra. I realized I loved Nathan when I had Agra. We were in long distance contact, and Nathan came to give me the affection I never got from Agra. I was wrong to betray Agra's love. Back to the beginning, it's a game of fate. Fate who knows."

Cakra understood very well what Ana was saying even though she had yet to feel her name dating.

Sounds weird, but that's the truth.

"What do you expect to see him?"

Ana's smile expanded, "Simple. I hope he'll be a good father and husband to me and Keyla, someday."

"What's her name? I forgot, An."

"Nathan Moreno."

Cakra sculpting. That name was exactly what Kinan mentioned. Cakra looked at Ana fixedly.

"Seriously, An? You're not wrong?"

Ana nodded.

The world is this narrow. The man they were looking for turned out to be in the same area as him. How could Cakra not know that? If Cakra had not heard Kinan mention his name, he might have been hanging around to find the man.

"Why are you smiling?" Ana looked at him carefully.

Cakra's chortling, "Gapapa, An."

Wait for a surprise from me, Ana.