Last Letter to You

Episode 52

Likes and sorrows are a bundle.

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The long-awaited day has arrived. Birthday of Brawali University. The event which he said would be a festive event was attended by several famous Indonesian solo singer artists, one of them Isyana Sarasvati.

All preparations have been done for a full month for the smooth running of the event. All the committee gotong royang, preparing what has been decided in the meeting of the formation of the committee. Not only the committee, campus staff, lecturers, cleaning service and people who play an important role also contribute.

The event was held in a multi-purpose building owned by Brawali University. The place is usually a large event held. The building is located opposite the University building. Its capacity can reach thousands of people. The room is so magnificent. Many pillars were towering around and within. The hotel ballroom.

At 10am the show started. But since night there are some organizers are still busy walking here and there taking care of anything that is lacking. The chairman of the committee announced that at 6 all must be completed and they can go home, clean themselves, dress up and all sorts of things and then return to campus.

Including Agra who is currently neat, wearing a white shirt wrapped in a black suit with subordinates of loose-fitting kepper pants and black pantofel shoes complement his appearance. Her hair was neatly covered in pomade. His handsome, flat Paras looked even more handsome. Especially when smiling thinly and speaking a few words, his aura spread, attracting the attention of the students who passed by around him.

One by one invited guests and students came to enter the building with long dress clothes for women, for men to wear suits. Comply with the room that has been arranged chairs and tables. It was an hour before the show opened. Agra himself chose to stand alone near a large pillar while diving into some of his media social accounts that he did not know too often.

"Widiwww it's not me anyway?" from the direction of the main door, Afka and Abyan appeared, embracing it simultaneously, right-left. That said it was Afka.

"Gra's Oath, you're handsome like Rizky Nazar!" he continued to examine the clingy every side of Agra's face with a witty look.

Abyan hits Afka's shoulder strongly while hissing amusedly, "No drama, shucks! You lie to see Agra smile! My jijay!"

Waving one hand into the air right in front of Abyan. Afka put on a lazy look.

"Life is full of drama. So diem dah lo. When else try we can see Agra wearing a suit. I'm like the CEO of it," said Afka enthusiastically, cleaning the white patches near Agra's chest with his palm. Like a wife who tidies her husband's clothes when she wants to go to work.

"Lo's round of hands!" Agra responds ugly. The movement of rubbing ala Afka suddenly stopped. The man in the gray suit was grinning wide, as wide as a moringa leaf.

"After speaking my breath immediately choked. The real is nyakitin Gra. Though my hand I already love hengbodi lotion half bottle so that the color is bright white," Afka dramatized the situation. Pretending sad.

Abyan shook his head and thought about why he could have such gini temen behavior. While Agra remained flat-faced.

"But you tuh yang heng. Where there is a history of his name hengbodi," Agra corrects, "England is most inland ya gini. The origin of the sound, "for whatever reason, today Agra only speaks at length in front of Afka and Abyan. Besides them most Adira or Kinan. But Agra had come, and he had not seen his lover's nose anywhere. The message is not answered.

Afka clucked, "Color my congor dong. Sewot is feeling. The feeling is not very" he said ngalor ngidul.

Dizziness listening to the babble is not clear Afka, running away is the solution. Abyan immediately set foot from there, looking for Zerina-her boyfriend. Before actually leaving, Abyan slammed in hard.

"Gra, put anoa on! Please take good care! Watch out for your crazy!"

All pairs of eyes hunted face to direction. Afka. It felt like he was shaking Abyan's head with the tip of his shoe. Annoyed by the beast of Anoa.

"My father, I'm a peddler, son! Watch it!" Afka. He focused his attention again on the figure of Agra who had disappeared somewhere. Left behind again in the case of Anoa is indeed sick huh.

"Agra shucks!"

......

The blue taxi stopped by the side of the road, just outside the fence. Kinan with his long dress looked troubled out of the vehicle. As much as possible she was careful that her dress was not deformed. Appearance is number one. Moreover, Kinan will appear to fill the final session of the event. He expects her appearance to be perfect.

His heart is beating fast. Kinan took a breath before stepping his foot. There were two things that made him anxious, first; not seeing Agra among the many seas of men that existed. Second; very nervous because for the first time he will play the piano in public. During his life, only his late parents and Mr. Edo-music lecturers had enjoyed the game.

His anxiety unraveled as the heavy sound of someone filled his hearing. Agra was standing behind her, mid-picking up her clothespins. Kinan just felt the tail of his dress was not dragged on the ground like when he came out of Zerina's apartment.

Yeah, Kinan stayed there after his fight with Nathan last night. No one's been home until now.

"Ribet your dress" said Agra with a bead paying attention to the clothes Kinan was wearing.

Kinan. Agra's words don't matter. The problem is the appearance of Agra from the tip of the hair to the tip of the head. Agra is very handsome. Repeatedly fold his looks. Long time saw her body can relax. Kinan dissolved his wild imagination immediately, before Agra realized it.

"It's Zerina's dress, Agra. I have an expensive dress for the party. The salary I earn from work can only be made to eat the same as paying tuition. Fortunately Zerina wants to minjemin me." Kinan said innocently. I forgot to put on the mask of happiness. Agra was instead indifferent, not caring.

"Let's go to the dressing room. You can improve there while waiting for your turn to appear," Agra said by still holding the tip of Kinan's dress.

Kinan pursed his lips, "I performed Agra noon. Long again. I'm bored if it's there for a long time." he said.

"Where are the cameras going?"

"What if we go to a park not far from here?" Kinan gave advice approved by Agra. Even the man said goodbye to her and told her to wait for a while, there was something she wanted to take. Kinan. Not long after that Agra turned around by carrying a plastic bag containing food.

"I'm sure you can't eat. That's why at home I'm cooking fried rice for you."

How happy Kinan got the sweet treatment from his beloved man. Kinan hopes that his relationship will always be fine.

Kinan smiled, "You know what. Yuk yuuda!" he held Agra's hand along the way. It's okay his legs cramp and hurt because most walk using heels as long as the road is both the same Agra.

Upon reaching them, Agra was still with her sweet demeanor, taking off the two shoes that tormented her feet. As long as Agra did that, Kinan unceasingly stared at the adoration of his heart. His heart rippled as his firm hands rubbed gently the reddened part. Agra blows it sometimes.

"If it hurts to say yes, dear. I'm carrying sandals in my bag. You can wear it. Pity the gini abrasions." said Agra sitting beside Kinan, taking out his provisions.

"You're my medicine, Agra. There you must be my pain healed."

Agra retorted, stroking the surface of her female cheeks. Channeling unparalleled warmth. Kinan's eyes closed enjoying his touch.

"I bribe you yes" Agra put her hand away, spooning a mouthful of rice into Kinan's mouth. Kinan devoured it to the toilet, unscathed. Agra thrust a bottle of water onto Kinan. Kinan gulped it in half.

"Agra, can I have one request with you?" tanya Kinan broke the silence.

Agra nodded faintly.

"I want to, when I'm perfect, you see me from under the stage. Ye know? You are my spirit, Gra. Nothing I do that feels free to you. It ends in vain" he hoped Agra. Agra looked at him fixedly, unblinking. Next his fingers rubbed off Kinan's fingers and locked him tightly.

A thin arch decorated the corners of his lips. Agra kissed the tiny hand with mixed feelings.

"You don't worry. I'm the front man who'll see how you look."

There was no longer any reason for Kinan to feel down like he used to. The presence of Agra on his side, able to make him feel alive again.

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The event officially opened. First of all the opening, the regional dance is presented. Furthermore, said a speech from the head of the foundation, the rector, representatives from lecturers and students to congratulate the people who have contributed to building, building and, establish and maintain Brawali campus until the name of the campus can be famous outside the island and become a favorite campus.

Upon completion of the speech, the top solo singer acts to enliven the event stage. Donate a minimum of two songs. Continuing artist bands, performances from student representatives who have talent in the arts and much more. Until the core of the event, the head of the foundation, several campus donors are welcome to take the stage for a cake cutting session. On the right side was a small stage with a magnificent piano standing gallantly on it. Kinan's name was also mentioned by the host.

Behind the scenes, Kinan was nervously half-dead. Both of his hands were trembling violently. He breathed repeatedly and then exhaled. Kinan paced indistinctly. As soon as his name was called, Kinan tried to relax himself then stepped out the red curtain.

First caught the eye, thousands of people as well as the glint of the spotlight of lights pointed right at him. Staring at her in awe wrapped in a long dress dangled with simple makeup but looked classy.

Kinan sat on a single bench placed in the middle of the width of the piano. Kinan sat towards the front in the middle of the bench. Let his feet relax and tread flat to the floor from heel to toe. Kinan put his weight on his ass. His shoulders and arms he relaxed, his back remained upright.

His flickers were preparing to press the piano keys in the tone of the happy birthday song to be played, but the highlight swept the entire front of the audience's bench to the end. Not even just in that part, the figure of Agra did not succeed Kinan to find. Her chest felt tight, the smile carving slowly faded on her sweet face, for a moment, Kinan hurriedly changed his expression to look fine. Even though he was sad because Agra had lied to him. Agra's not here, look at it.

Trying to get rid of everything for the smoothness of the game, his fingers touched the piano keys with gentle movements, his body swayed along with the tone it produced. Don't forget the sweet stump settled on the corner of his lips. Kinan skillfully accompanied the cutting of the cake by the college officials to completion and the men returned to their seats. Kinan played the second song, Cristina Perri - A Thousand Years, accompanied by Isyana. The more he frowned in tone, the more Kinan's chest felt tight. Longing, pain, wound, melted in tone.

Kinan did not accidentally choose the song and specifically he dedicated it to Agra. But Agra does not exist. The man did not see it. The man went somewhere. Sad, definitely.

The song ends, and the show ends. The students had the opportunity to greet the lecturers and officials.

Kinan sauntered away while shedding tears. Looking for the existence of Agra by wondering to the committee members and to whoever it is. Almost like crazy.

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Agra patted the small back of Adira who had been crying for more than an hour in her chest. They are currently in one of the chairs near the fountain, in the vicinity of the building.

Earlier, when Agra was chatting with Abyan, Adira suddenly came and jumped into his arms. Agra did not know what kind of problem befell the woman so her appearance looked chaotic. Agra deftly led Adira away from the crowd, intending to calm her down. Until now, Adira never explained why she was crying. Agra faithfully waited for him. Forgetting someone who is hurt by it.

"Who made you cry, Ra? Same story I. If you don't stop how I can take action."

His issue swallowed, Adira wiped the clear grains in her eye patch. He lowered his head, unwilling to look at Agra, "Nathan rejected me again, Gra. This time it really made me shocked. I want nerusin to fight for his heart, but the chances of success are slim. Why can't I be happy, Gra? Why?" Adira closed both eyes with her palms. It sounds soft.

Agra sighed boredly. Always Nathan. This is the umpteenth time Adira complained about Nathan who rejected his best friend. Not accompanied by reason. Agra has pity on Adira. Nathan could not possibly accept the feeling of his best friend that the man loved was actually Kinan-the woman who had the status of his lover.

"What is the reason for her?"

"It turns out she had a child with that woman, Gra. My hope is dashed. I can't possibly call him while there's a little angel who expects his affection." Adira explained plainly.

Agra's brows were linked, "You mean Nathan just found out that he has a child?"

Adira nodded.

"Lo know who that woman is?" Agra asked to make sure.

"Why do you think so?"

"Lo used to tell me, but you never mentioned what the woman's name was. I'm curious," I'm Agra. Honestly he was afraid it was Kinan. Kinan had never discussed private life to her.

Adira looked worriedly at Agra then said hesitantly. Afraid of Agra reacting out of his mind, "I knew the lo girl Nathan liked, the more to the end, Nathan said he ended his feelings and tried to open his heart to other women."

"Yes, but who?"

"Ana, you're former."

Deg.

Agra's heart stopped beating. Breath choked. A flash of shadow in which Ana says the painful facts she swallows so round that it traumatizes her close to women.

So, point.....

For years Agra misunderstood Cakra?

Isn't Cakra impregnating Ana?

Agra's gaze was empty. Adira realized Agra was more surprised to hear it. Then Adira held the man, chewed his face, diverted Agra's mind so as not to blame himself for the breakdown of his friendship with Cakra.

"Hey handsome, smile dong. Smile yes!" Adira pokes Agra's chin, tickles his stomach, puts his hand on Agra's neck, Agra is attacked again tickle Adira. They're laughing.

Behind the wall, Kinan pecked. Thousands of daggers were like the sadistic stabbing of his chest. Knees squeezed. Defense faltered. His eyes were heating up and breaking. Her crying was so heartbreaking.

Me and him, like holding the same rose. I got the spiked part of the stalk, while she got the beautiful part of the flower. I was sick while she smiled.