Last Letter to You

Episode 50's

Meeting is the beginning of a relationship and the end of a longing.

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The umpteenth time Adira was made unblinkable by an authoritative figure who is currently exposing Mathematics material in front of the class through a projector screen.

It has been an hour since this course and during that time Adira only focused on handsome men who managed to stir up their feelings since the first time they met.

His sharp eyes, his heavy voice, his casual appearance, his maturity in making decisions and thinking, firm and responsible, were all able to overturn Adira's life in an instant. The charm that Nathan has certainly quickly attracted the attention of women including Adira. Plus the handsome man who served as the Lecturer was unmarried. Having a lover doesn't seem to be either. The opportunity to approach is still in sight.

Adira wants Nathan. Adira likes. Adira is in love with him. Adira is really feeling for Nathan.

But, like the sky, Nathan is hard for Adira to reach. It was as if there was a wall around it. Adira has trouble reaching out and jumping. Admiring also felt so difficult Adira did because Nathan always knew when he was watching him and went to avoid him. His heart paled to see how Nathan was trying to get away.

Is there not a little space in the man's heart so that his presence is rejected without thinking first?

Can't Nathan get back at his feelings even if he has to?

Once again Adira smiled smugly knowing her love story ended miserably, her love clapped one hand without a reply. Favour, Adira.

The campus bell rings. Hurriedly Adira turned her eyes away as she was caught staring intensely at Nathan. His self-deprecating mind can be negligent to the point of being discovered this way, embarrassing him to death if Nathan is really aware of his blatant actions.

"Enough to get here our discussion. Next week I want the names of the groups already on my table. Take your time to look for references to books related to the material that I presented earlier to you." Nathan said firmly while tidying up his equipment and passing one by one the faces of his students. His sharp eyes moved to the entire room.

"Good, Sir!" answer them simultaneously.

"If you'll excuse me. I'll see you on Monday, "Nathan said goodbye after throwing a thin smile and then walking out of class. Not wanting to miss his tracks, Adira immediately shuffled from his seat, stepping with certainty, following Nathan who directed his feet to the back garden area of the campus. A good place to relax the brain for a moment.

His paddles stopped when Nathan chose to land his butt on one of the benches there. From a fairly close distance, Adira could see Nathan leaning his head with his bead closed. Adira returns to her imaginary world where she is at Nathan's side, hugging his burly arms while leaning spoiled. It was like going on a date in a large flower garden. Beautiful and soothing.

"Aren't you tired of standing there?"

The lightning question that was thrown from Nathan's thick lips, immediately Adira pecked as if she was a prisoner of a psychopath who was about to stick a knife in his heart. Tongue's cow. His mouth was tightly clenched.

"Here sit together" Nathan asked as he patted his empty side, "Your goal is that I want to talk about something, right? Why bengong? Come here." Come here."

Adira turned back, condemning her carelessness. Shame is more dominant. No more face to face with Nathan. His spirit was absorbed by him. There was a feeling of weakness in both knees.

"As long as I want to answer whatever you ask, Adira," Nathan admits his instincts are strong as to the reason behind the stalking that Adira did.

"I know your pretty head has a lot of questions about my sweet life" she continued like a psychic.

Avoiding was a futile choice, so Adira turned her body to face Nathan who was currently looking at her with a smile. He walked slowly to Nathan with a loud thump and sat down next to the man. Not daring to return the warm gaze that Nathan emanated.

"Sorry I secretly followed you. I was just wondering about one thing. I won't be calm if you haven't heard it from your own mouth," the twiggy fingers interlocked, nervous Adira.

Nathan chuckles, "It's okay, Adira. We are temen. Just relax."

Gathering all her courage, Adira turned her head, piercing through the jet-black bead.

"What makes you unable to accept me? Do you like other women? If so, who, Nat? Is she prettier than me?" as much as possible he held a clear circle in the corner of his eye so as not to fall in front of Nathan.

"I love other people, Adira. That woman is my own step sister. How much effort you put in my attention, how much I love her. Sorry if I hurt you. I hope you got a better man than me."

"Who's that lucky girl, Nat?" ask Adira lirih.

At first glance Kinan's figure was reflected in his eyes, a line of smiles appearing on both corners of his lips, "His name is Kinan. Even though I mentioned it, I'm sure you don't know."

"Who said?" the look on his face turned flat, Adira drew her body to see the look of Nathan who was raising next to his eyebrows.

"His girlfriend, Agra. Right?"

Nathan nodded quickly with a confused look. Adira smiled miris knowing that reality. The world is narrow. His best friend is Kinan's lover while the person he likes likes likes the same woman.

Why should Kinan?

"Excuse me," someone's instructions, Nathan and Adira shift their focus to the man in the black jacket standing before them, "You, Nathan Moreno?"

"Yes, that's me. What's up?"

"Can I have a minute? There's something important I have to tell you."

Nathan agreed.

"Can. Let's go to a more private place," Nathan said as he moved, not forgetting to say goodbye to Adira, "I live first yes, Ra. You go straight home if there's no more class."

Nathan's departure, Adira was stunned while squeezing his fingers. Trying to ease his grief by sending a message to Agra, asking for company in the streets. Five minutes later Agra replied to him and said that he could not because he had promised to take Kinan around the city of Jakarta.

Kinan again, Kinan again.

Her hands clenched tightly, no matter how loud Adira was, a small stream kept coming down her cheeks as hard as she held back her fall.

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Abyan, who knew that Agra's question had just been directed at her, responded, "Say he was daunted again."

There was no sound from Agra. The man in the black shirt was busy with his cell phone in his hand. Ignoring the presence of his two friends in the committee room.

The debate between Afka and Agra last night ended incompetently. Afka lazy to invite Agra to chat, as well as Agra who is basically quiet.

"Where is your job? It's done?"

Agra nodded, "Udah. I'm waiting for Faris to report. Tomorrow's the show, right?"

"Yes. I can't wait to see Kinan play the piano," said Abyan successfully lure sharp shots of his interlocutors. Abyan gave a wide grin, "Hehehe, serem very Bro his face. Yes, I closed my eyes."

Moving his gaze to the open door, Faris walked in. Agra preceded Faris's intention of approaching him. Now, the two of them face each other. Agra handed over the guest stars' contract papers.

"Everything's complete. The phone number is inside. You can call them tomorrow for certainty" said Agra flatly.

Faris patted Agra on the shoulder, the sign of a fellow man, "This is from yesterday, so I don't have to bother mengedesak you constantly. Okay, thanks for the hard work, Gra."

Agra cleared his throat, the response to Faris' words, then sped up, leaving the committee room for Kinan's class in relief, despite all the burdens that had locked him away for weeks.

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Cakra's car enters the hospital's courtyard, where Ana's son is being treated. On the way, Cakra had bought several types of fruits and a penguin doll for Keyla.

Ignoring the curious gaze from the direction of the passenger seat, Cakra grabbed his groceries in the back seat then fell silent for a moment.

"You must be confused as to why I brought you here. Someone's been waiting for you in there. But I ask you for help, don't say anything strange let alone to hurt his heart" Pinta Cakra said.

Nathan who did not understand at all what the man beside him meant, asked.

"What's the matter exactly?"

Cakra glanced at him at a glance, "You'll know later. Come with me." he stepped out with Nathan.

Arriving on the third floor, in front of Orchid room number 156, Cakra pulled the door knob, opened it slowly, until two women of different ages seemed cool watching television on top of the gurney. Unaware of their arrival.

"Ana, I brought you a surprise" Cakra said, letting Nathan stand right next to him.

Ana's reflexes turned, then surprised, her mouth gaping wide covered her palms. On the other hand, Nathan noticed the faces of the two women. He felt no stranger to the look of one of them.

"Na-nathan?" Ana parroted. His tongue called it.

The frown on Nathan's forehead is depicted. Remembering if they had met before. The serious look turned as surprised as Ana's initial reaction.

"You-you're Ana?"

Ana descends after landing a brief kiss on Keyla's cheek. He nodded while wiping away the lumps of tears in his eyes.

The situation is not good, especially there is Keyla, Cakra swiftly changing the topic of discussion. End Ana's sentence that was about to slide.

"Keyla, are you okay, baby?" Cakra gently caress the long hair of the little one. Keyla was four years old. Her face is so cute when she laughs.

"Udah, uncle."

Cakra showed what he bought before Keyla, "Uncle has this gift for the princess."

Happy rays represent Keyla's feelings when getting her favorite doll, Keyla received it with the sumringah, "Makaciii, uncle."

"Beloved," Keyla's happiness is transmitted to her, Cakra grabs and frames Keyla's small hand. He said quietly, "Keyla misses Papa Keyla, doesn't she?"

"That's a big deal, uncle."

"If you see me, would you like to talk to Papa about you?"

Keyla stopped playing around with her doll and focused her attention on Cakra, "I don't want to say anything uncle, I just want to hug and whisper to Papa if I love Papa."

Hearing his son's wise words, his chest tightened tremendously, his tears pressed out without pause. A child as small as Keyla can be mature and interpret a meeting. Ana was proud to see it. Ana is grateful to have Keyla in her life.

"Yauda now says dong that you love Papa in front of this uncle team," Cakra pointed to Nathan using his chin. When confused, Keyla's reaction, silent. Cakra understood then whispered something into Keyla's ear. Ana and Nathan looked at each other.

Not sure what Cakra said, Keyla's feet were on the floor, limping to hug Nathan's feet while saying 'Keyla kangen. Keyla dear Papa'

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