Last Letter to You

Episode 4

Ting!

The clink of the cafe door rang, indicating someone had entered inside. The man in a black shirt with a dark green backpack draped over his shoulder, climbed to the second floor after ordering something to the waiter at the checkout table, walking towards the empty table located in the outdoor room. His movements like showing that he has been there often and memorized the most strategic seat.

Raveena cafe, her name. Large two-story building that is transformed into a place for young people today. Inside, various graffity images were neatly etched on the black-colored wall. Bookshelves in every corner of the room with a variety of teen novels neatly arranged there and guitar key books and songs are also there. Teenagers and parents have nothing to lose if they visit there, because cafe owners also provide facilities for families such as karaoke on the second floor. And of course books around the world of sports, fashion and cooking.

The outdoor room, decorated in such a way as being in the middle of a flower garden. The view really spoils the eyes. All customers are sure if the owner of the cafe is a young woman with the right taste. It is right for young people. The price of food is affordable too.

Agra placed her backpack on the empty seat beside her. The flat-faced man was already washed away at the book in his grasp. Reading books is one of Agra's hobbies besides swimming. This place, a second home for him. The atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful. Agra betah's.

"One coffee latte and its chocolate pancake, Mas," the woman dressed in all white, came and placed a tray on the table on which was ordered by Agra.

Silence became the language of Agra.

"Mutes are forbidden here. You can go down the stairs and turn left. There he could see the exit, "the woman said with annoyance. He sat without permission in an empty chair opposite Agra. It doesn't matter if the man kicked him or complained to the cafe owner. Because he is the owner.

"Whisper," replied Agra flatly.

"Dih, mengedan me. Rather than lo, beat the mute, "a beautiful woman with the name tag Adira on her left chest, was seen putting on a dongkol look. Not here, not on campus, not at home is often as faceless as that. Adira got tired of seeing it.

The sound of a closed book rang out, Agra the culprit. He put the book back in place and then sipped the coffee of his order. Adira glimpsed at a glance. His smile was even broad although thin.

"Tissue but cute" Agra said.

"Can't I be nauseous?"

"Please do it."

Adira's response, hissing.

Agra's head looked up, looking at the expanse of the afternoon sky above. The birds form a flock and fly together. Agra envies birds. Free and free as if without burden. Although the burden he bears is not too great.

"Where is campus today? More rame dong since there are new students?" tanya Adira asked for an answer through her black eyes.

"As usual. Afka unfaedah chats with all his playboy natures. The campus is also very compact."

Adira Raveena's. The woman who has black eyeballs, white skin and beautiful face is a friend of Agra since SD. His humble nature is very liked by many men. He's nice and sometimes chatty. Owner of Raveena Cafe. The only treasure her parents left before they left Adira alone in this cruel world. The little Adira who used to be very fragile.

Fortunately, the small family of his best friend, kindly accommodated him and took care of him until Adira as big as now. He's 20 years old. Adira is very grateful for all the outpouring of affection that the Agra family gave her. It was the man's shoulder that Adira rested on as long as she was still mourning in grief.

Adira grunts. No wonder again with Afka, "Temen lo sangking jomloya, ask to be possessed. She's not actually a female player, but a jomlo. A pretentious policy was written into playboy."

Agra's response, chuckling, "The innate orok is already so. Anyway, I don't get dizzy. There he is, campus is rame. Rame with all his fantasies about the girls."

Adira's eyebrows go up and down. She smiled mysteriously, "When did she have a boyfriend?"

Agra immediately raised his expression. He really doesn't like that talk. Too sensitive. If asked to choose, Agra is better to read the book of Accounting as thick as possible than talking about love. It's not important to him.

"Gue is no longer in the mood for Ra. Don't provoke my anger."

"okay-okay. I'm khilaf."

"When do you waste again?" change, Agra asked.

Adira just put her shoulders down, not so interested.

"Don't skimp Ra. Think about your college grades. Free to pay tuition but not used as well as possible, his knowledge. Mubazir is also your money."

A tired breath came out of Adira's lips. He leaned his back on the back of the chair, "Lo knows himself Gra, lately my business has been in trouble about his finances. I have to be here to control myself at the cashier. About the old cashier I fired. Other than me, who else does this business?"

Agra stared at his best friend, "I'm there if you forget. I am your friend. It's up to you to repotin me as much as you can about your business. I'll help you as best I can."

It is more said to be love for fellow human beings. Adira herself has considered Agra as her own sister. All the love and unfortunately, some of her devoted to Adira to keep the woman strong without the figure of an old man by her side.

"Lo also went to college, if you forget," Adira turned Agra's words to her.

"That's easy business. Most importantly, you're not skipping class anymore."

Really, Agra always made her overwhelmed. Adira's eyes glazed over because of it, "Thank you Gra. You are the best."

"Gue will never thank you. What I want to ask, when can I eat this pancake lo? Hunting with ants," Agra looked at the food and Adira took turns. His face remained flat.

The beautiful woman snorted amusedly, "Please master, before this beautiful ant precedes her."

Both also laugh.

......

Foot in flatshoes, stepping into the Sun bookstore in downtown. Kinan threw his trademark friendly smile when he accidentally passed by the store employees. He turned left and went into the employee's room and kept his sling bag on a special shelf. Immediately Kinan grabbed the uniform hanging behind the door and put it on.

Which Kinan asked, why did his father raise him as a child if the cost of living himself had to bear it?

Until now Kinan has always been asked questions and has not found what the reason behind it.

Again, Kinan pegged his appearance on the toilet glass. Rushed out. Outside, there are many visitors. He walked to the cashier's booth, greeted his co-worker first.

"Good day, Denis," said Kinan warmly.

"Miss Kinan," Denis blinked his eyes next to her. He liked to tease Kinan the most.

Denis's arm was pummeled, "You're this! Don't call me that Denis! I feel like your employer knows!"

Denis blurted, "What's wrong. I'm lucky to have a sweet employer like you. Anyway, it's up to me to call you what. You can't ban me, miss."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you. Then, I want to go around first" said Kinan as he passed. Denis nodded in understanding.

This Sun bookstore is huge and spacious. Lots of big shelves there and some tables with waist height neatly arranged. On it has been beautifully arranged various books of various titles. Kinan himself works, monitoring the visitors, if there is difficulty finding the book they want to buy, Kinan is ready to help.

Down the hallway after the passage, Kinan observed the books there, who knew the layout was a mess, so he could rearrange it. The tail of his eyes was accidentally fixed on one thin book, lying on the floor. He approached and ducked, picked it up.

A sure way to take a man's heart

With a parrot, Kinan's lips involuntarily mentioned the title of the book. Instantly, he smiled wryly. Given his meeting with Agra that could be said not to be memorable either. Boro-boro manages to take her heart, her presence just ignored. Even so, Kinan was not that easy to give up.

"Without looking at this book, I'm sure I can take your heart, Agra" Kinan said. His voice is like whispering.

"Excuse me" chirped someone.

"Ah, yes," hurriedly Kinan put the book in its place. Then his head was raised so he could see the interruptor, "Can I help you?"

Kinan. Too surprised, until both of his eyes were about to be dislodged from the nest. This narrow world? The figure before him, made Kinan forget to blink. His slap. While the man wore a flat expression. His sharp eyes intimidated Kinan. Kinan is groggy. He twisted his fingers, somewhat scared.

"What can I do for you?" Kinan tried to shake off his nervousness in front of Agra.

"Accounting Book, where is it?" ask Agra to the point.

"Come, I show you," Kinan took a right direction, walking to the special shelf of Agra's request book. Agra followed behind him.

"You can look for it on this shelf," Kinan said, "I'm saying goodbye," he left. Not to deprive yourself of Agra's surroundings. More precisely, hiding to neutralize his heartbeat. Kinan's knees were completely limp. Apparently, it is very challenging when dealing with Agra.

Say Kinan lebay. He doesn't care.

"Thanks," replied Agra quietly.

Had caught Kinan's ear but Kinan thought, maybe he heard wrong.

Quietly from between books behind Agra's strapping back, Kinan peeked like he was stalking a celebrity. His left eye narrowed and sharpened. Agra's face was invisible. In Kinan's heart was cheering sadly.

Kinan took a lot of breath. Instead of as a backup if later his breathing stops suddenly. Because the next second, he stepped up, approaching the figure of Agra.

"Agra," called Kinan as he stood beside Agra.

Agra turned her head for a while then threw her gaze at the book in her grasp. It looks flat. Kinan to kepo, did Agra never smile once? Datar just lenggalahin plywood.

"Agra majoring in Accounting?" kinan carefully asked.

Agra muttered indistinctly. Kinan thought it was the answer yes.

"So happy to count the numbers? If you may know, Agra's ideals, what?" two questions at once served Kinan.

Agra did not answer. He was silent for quite a while until Kinan's heart churned incoherently. Agra must have refused his presence again. Kinan prepared mentally.

"If you don't like it, why am I in that department."

Kinan's small smile got a response from Agra. Though his heart has been marathon since, afraid that the man remained silent, "I myself entered Management because of my ideals since childhood wanted to become a director," with the spirit of 45 Kinan revealed it.

The sound of the book stopping. Agra glanced at Kinan flatly, "Gue isn't nanya."

The deg!

In the scratch of his nape that was not at all itchy, Kinan grinned, "Hehe, sorry Agra. I'm too cool to talk to you."

"Just like me, don't be too happy and the fall will end in pain" Agra said flatly. After he left from Kinan's presence, brought a book in his hand and paid it to the cashier.

Leaving all confusion behind Kinan.

In so many words, why do you have to be sick?