Last Letter to You

Episode 6

*Second letter to you.

To Agra, the troublemaker of heart and mind.

You are a bitch.

You are flat.

You are hard for me to reach.

Your disgust, weakens my mind.  Your flat face, messing with my heart. In the end, it will be difficult for me, attracting all your attention.

But it's fine. I like everything that's on you. Everything is about you. Even though I will bear the pain of being ignored, it doesn't matter to me. Just so you let me fall in love with you. If you're preventing me from liking you, I just need to pay attention to my two ears. So you understand that I don't want to stop liking*.

Love

From me, your guru girl

The third time Kinan had read a series of sentences on a piece of white paper from his writing, for him to give to a handsome man named Agrata Razzan.

His memory falls back when the scene where he behaves brashly by taking Agra's motorcycle keys suddenly, but not much brash than Agra who left him in the storefront, alone. I have no pity for women. Although at the end, Kinan returned home in a taxi and reached home safely, although the time on the way a motorbike followed the pace of the taxi he was riding. Thank goodness it didn't last long. However, still Kinan was still annoyed at Agra. And also before long, because Kinan was no longer upset.

Slowly Kinan's sweet smile fully expands, paying attention once again to the contents of the love letter from him, especially he made full of love. Choosing to stay up until midnight only so that the letter was truly worth presenting to Agra.

Return to fold the paper and put it in a red envelope complete with love sticker perfectly on the top right and his name is clearly displayed there, then take her steps to the place where Agra is.

Currently, Kinan was on campus. Agra campus building with him, same. Just different floors. Kinan was on the first floor while Agra was on the third floor.

The strength of determination gathered up his courage, Kinan was sure, Agra would definitely accept it. Willing to read the letter until it is finished. Willing to smile at the honesty of his feelings. Therefore, the negative smell he took away from his mind.

The figure of the man who had filled part of the room in his head since last night, emerged from the direction of the library, walking leisurely to the nearby campus park, and, sitting on one of the benches available while carrying a thick green-covered book in his hand.

The smile on Kinan's face became even more uncontrollable. His heart rippled as he looked at the cold yet handsome face. His heart pounded as those sharp eyes met his shady eyes.

"Can join?" Kinan asked as he arrived before Agra. Ask permission to sit next to the man. Even if there is no ban, it is not polite. Like distracting.

Either because Agra was lazy to stop reading it, either because he did not want to lift a little bit of his head, or pretended not to hear, Kinan did not know. Agra is clearly flinching.

"Yaudah, I assume that you have done it," As a result, Kinan answered himself. Although after that there was also no sound from Agra's direction.

"What did you read, Agra? Seriously," Glanced at Agra at a glance. His expression was still the same the first time Kinan saw it, cold.

"Egypt dong. I felt like talking about the statue tau gak," Kinan's lips grunted in annoyance. In fact, being ignored is very sad.

Quiescent. The focus remained on the book in his hands. Totally ignored the babble of foreign women right next to him.

Agra does not like if his reading activities are disturbed. Agra did not like to hear the voice of the woman. Agra does not like the presence of others when he relaxes with this calming state.

"You don't have any more Gra classes today?"

There was no response.

"Agra, you heard me talking, right?"

"Nobody told you to sit here" Agra's flat voice sounded from a long silence. His eyes did not move from sight. Enough to make Kinan smile briefly.

"There is none. It's my own wish for your nyamperin," Kinan squeezed his fingers, nervous, "You don't like my presence huh?"

"Lo knew from the beginning."

"But why?" mimik Kinan's face turned sad.

"Gue doesn't like it."

Kinan realized that Agra's face was hardened. As if holding back the emotions he was about to spurt out. However, his name is Kinan remains Kinan. Stay close to Agra with a mask layered in happiness.

"If I say I like you, don't you?"

"Gue would rather not," replied Agra coldly.

Kinan showed his smile. Though his heart ached unnoticed, "But dear Gra, I already like you. I even love you."

"Stop liking me. Moreover love," Agra closed his book rough and glanced at Kinan flatly, "Lo's color will get nothing from me in return," After saying that Agra got up while attaching the bag to his right shoulder. But held by a tiny hand Kinan.

"Don't go. I still want to talk a lot with you, Agra."

"Gue there's no time. Can you take your hand out of my bag?" Agra flat-spoken. Both of his eyes seemed to be pouring out a deep hatred.

Unwillingly, Kinan put his hand away. She still smiled gently as Agra just broke her heart through her utter rejection, "Yauda if there is no time. It's nothing. Maybe next time. But you want to get another letter from me?" Kinan thrust his red envelope towards Agra. Kinan tried to resist the vibrations in his face because Agra never took it.

In the next second, the envelope had already switched hands. Without saying anything else. Agra stepped away. Leaving Kinan with new wounds.

......

Agra has long fortified itself from any woman. Like there was a solid wall around him so that no one dared to approach even grab it for an inch. For him, women only made themselves blind. Makes him a weak man. Makes him forget for a moment his loved ones.

Enough Agra was thinking about things he shouldn't think about anymore. Agra also chose to sit on the library bench, busying himself with accounting books in his hands, preparing himself ahead of the daily exam, tomorrow.

Serious strokes were clearly imprinted on his handsome face. The tip of the pen was perfectly held between his fingers, squirming them on blank paper, trying out some of the questions he had guessed and believed would go into the exam. Although not one hundred percent of his estimates were correct. At least Agra has learned.

Wrestling for nearly an hour, Agra closed the book and stuffed it into her backpack. Stretch for a while the muscles of the hand stiff after writing. Afterwards intending to get up, but a red envelope in the drawer of his left bag caught his attention.

"Lo can't love me" murmured Agra quietly.

In order to appreciate his efforts, Agra grabbed and opened it. His eyes explored every word of it. There's no smile. No crisp laughs. Until Agra re-folded the letter and put it in its original place. His expression remained flat.

Continue reading the first letter of Kinan. Just the same. keep flat and do not present any expression.

Even Kinan's form of gratitude in his letter, Agra ignored.

Is it not enough for the woman to say it just once? It has been more than three times Agra flavor. Agra himself did not respond.

Lazily twisting, Agra passed leaving the room full of various books, stepping his feet towards the toilet right next to the first floor stairs.

"Awas. I want to pass by," Agra's journey stopped. In front of him, Kinan stood tall. The sweet lady threw a wide smile at him, displaying a row of her white teeth. Agra was in position. No intention of replying. He's even fed up.

"Have you read my letter yet?"

"No, yet" Agra lied. Though he had read it.

"Kok hasn't?" ask Kinan lethargic, "Read dong. Let you know what my heart is," his expression turned again to a smile.

"No chance" Agra replied flatly, "And I don't like red."

Kinan's forehead folded, astonished. "Loh why? Red is beautiful. That's the color."

"Gue said no!"

Kinan grimaced softly while nodding obediently,"Yauda yes. Don't be so fierce on his face. Cerems."

Their surroundings were completely deserted. Not a single person passed. There was only Agra and Kinan standing exactly blocking the entrance of the male toilet. Agra warns if anyone sees them. It may be slander. Agra doesn't want that to happen. The only path he took, drove Kinan out of his sight.

"Surge! I'm going to the toilet!"

"Don't forget to read yes,"

Agra muttered indistinctly.

"Be aware that you forgot,"

"No."

"So, I'm leaving now?"

"Old! I'm in a hurry to see your face!" after saying something spicy, Agra seemed to go into the toilet. Throw the door tight. So inevitably Kinan close both eyes while closing the ears. His heart raced fast.

"Shock anyway. But it hurts."

......

The effect of the spicy word Agra earlier, did not lower the arch in both corners of Kinan's lips. Her beautiful face continued to smile like an angel, down the hallway after the passage, until it reached the last hallway, Kinan took the right path. His steps stopped right in front of a large glass door that read 'Musical room' stuck there.

Carefully, Kinan opened the door and popped out half his head, to see if there was a child in the room majoring in music. There aren't. Kinan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Kinan entered after opening his favorite flatshoes and storing them on a shoe rack available there, then he walked up to a large piano in the middle of the room. Kinan smiled knot. The fingers tap, gently touching each side of the black piano, forming a straight line to the side. He did not end his love of musical instruments.

Finished with his admiration, Kinan is seen sitting on a chair and shifting his chair to get closer to the piano. Collected it into one all his hair and then tie it origin. Not to bother him while playing the piano.

His tiny fingers, beginning to press the piano keys, produced a tranquilizing instrument for anyone who heard it quietly. Kinan was swept up in his own game. His two eyes began to close, enjoying the flow.

The talent to play the piano, Kinan got from his mother, first. While his family was still living in harmony. Piano, reminding him of his beloved mother. Hence, when Kinan misses his mother, he will go here. To just let go of the miss.

And right now, Kinan misses his mother a lot.

His finger movements came to a halt when he realized it, a middle-aged man gave his standing applause to his play. Sangking carried away, Kinan to not know someone's arrival.

"The more days, your piano playing is getting better, Kinan," praised a middle-aged man, not far from his position.

Kinan stood up while bowing his head briefly. He commented a big smile on one of the Lecturers of Music-pak Edo. The kindly lecturer, allowed him to play the piano.

"Sir Edo, you can always praise me."

Mr. Edo chuckled. He stood not far from Kinan while holding his side, "You must miss your mother, huh?" as if to understand, Mr. Edo asked.

Kinan nodded. He told his mother about it to the teacher. Naturally, if Mr. Edo finds out. Just Mr. Edo. Not anyone else.

"Banget, sir."

"You can play it again until your miss is healed. You will not forbid it. It is precisely my father is happy to be your conductor to send all your desires to him."

Kinan's smile grew even more. Unknowingly, the corner of his eye released a clear liquid. Kinan cried and was happy, "Thank you Mr. Edo. You're very nice."

"Sama-sama. Come on, continue playing the piano. Like you're here again, you want to listen to it too."

"Ready Sir!" Kinan moved his hand forming a sign of respect while smiling widely.

Kinan sat back. His fingers began to press the piano keys, gently. The instrument he produced was so penetrated into the soul. It is peaceful and calming. Mr. Edo secretly smiled happily.

Together with shahdu, along with touching tones, along with passionate longing. Kinan was washed away with the melody of the sad remover.