Last Letter to You

Episode 8

The weather was quite hot this afternoon. The sun is faithful up there, radiating its rays. Large room equipped with two AC left-right not working at all. They still feel the pain. Moreover, the door of the room was opened and kept closed again, and so on. So that the AC steam melts and in the room is not cool anymore.

The two men in a sitting position looked agitated. Each of them turned the paper on the table, into a fan and fanned their own faces. Unlike the one friend who had been in the middle of them. His sharp eyes could not be separated from the white paper before him.

The three of them were in a special meeting room of the campus event committee. Another month Brawali campus will hold an art performance for their 26th campus anniversary. Agra, Afka, and Abyan were appointed by one of their lecturers to be representatives of the Accounting department to participate in this activity.

Agra was given the task of asking for the approval of the performers of the art show. Afka was assigned to the equipment section while Abyan was in the consumption section.

This afternoon, all of them, the organizers berembuk for the smooth running of the event later. The chairman of the committee opened a discussion room. The chairman of the committee stood in the middle of the room. The tables are arranged to form the letter U.

"What part of consumption is there a constraint?" ask the chairman. This time, Abyan raised his voice.

Abyan becomes a representative. He brandished his right hand, "The matter of consumption is all in order, chairman."

Faris-head of the committee nodded his head, "Good work," he turned to stare at the members of the equipment section, "Stepstage problems, sound system, tents, chairs for the invited guests, until now has there been any obstacle?"

"Afka, can you confirm it to me?" this time the name Afka was called.

Afka stood up, "No, chief. It's all been promised. Just wait, two days before the event, about the rest of the banjar immediately I finish. Me and the other members will intervene directly, checking all the preparations."

"good. Thanks for the hard work, Afka."

"Together, Chief," Afka sat back down.

Although Afka is famous as a female player, but in terms of committee, in terms of groups, she remains on the stand. His work deserves two thumbs up. Always ligat.

"On the show's filler, how's it going, Agra?" lastly, it's Agra's turn.

Everyone present there immediately looked at Agra. About twenty people were in the room. The most striking figure of Agra there. Not because he himself was wearing a green suit of the pride of Accounting children, but because the man had since put on a flat look and kept silent. He also seemed calm in his position. Not making any sound at all. Some even thought that Agra was no longer breathing.

"Artist bands have been confirmed according to the schedule of events and have been approved. Rio Orchestra has been confirmed. The violinists agreed. The dancers for the opening of the event have also. Just looking for a female piano player at the end of the event, accompanying donors and foundation owners in a birthday cake cutting session" Agra said at length.

The students who were there, were amazed. Once Agra let out a sound, the talk was long. Their eyes did not blink as Agra spoke earlier.

Faris raised her eyebrows, "Do you know who it is?"

Agra shook his head, "Nobody can play the piano well on this campus."

"There certainly is. You can ask Mr. Edo-lecturer majoring in music. She has a female piano player acquaintance." said Faris confidently.

"okay."

"So here anyone wants to add?" faris' question was on everyone in the meeting room. One second, two seconds, no one wants to ask.

"All right, I think for today our meeting got here first. Report every development to me. Let me check it back. Thank you for your precious time, good afternoon," Faris closed the meeting.

"Corn," they replied in unison and one-on-one came out. Agra and her two friends.

The atmosphere around the campus is still crowded by other students. Even into the night, the campus is still inhabited. All students actively form the forum of the organization.

"Don't be long lo" Abyan said and walked towards the cafeteria with Afka.

The handsome man in the green suit stepped footed with both hands drowned in his suit pocket. He focused on looking at the front streets, no matter the sound of screeching from the direction of the students who passed by.

"Agra," a soft voice greeted his ears.

His lips let out a breath. He knows whose voice it is. What Agra does is walk without stopping. Small steps are heard from behind. The woman chased him again.

"Agra just keep going anyway," Kinan was upset. He keeps following Agra.

"Don't be spitting dong. Tired of it," complains Kinan again.

Some people look at them both. Kinan was bodo. He stays on his activities, disturbing Agra's composure.

"Where are you going, Agra? How in a hurry?"

"It's none of your business."

"Have you had lunch yet?" ask Kinan from behind Agra's back.

Agra silence. Still moving forward.

"Agra how are the more handsome days anyway? Make my mind fucked."

Again, again, Agra did not reply.

Kinan's heart throbbed pain. His chest suddenly tight because it never got a response. Getting a little attention from someone is not easy. The fight is so hard. Still nil. Agra was still cute and flat on him. Kinan's eyes are heating up. But he chose to keep smiling brightly. As bright as the sun this afternoon. Kinan did not want to show his fragility in front of people. Quite someone else labeled her as a friendly woman who always smiled, Kinan was already grateful.

And without anyone else knowing, the smile he maintained was nothing but a mask of diversion from all the wounds in his heart. The mask layered happiness that he had installed several years ago and survived until now.

Kinan remained strong. Kinan is not easily weak and gives up.

"Agra, the letter's been read, isn't it?" kinan's voice dimmed. His legs slowly slowed down and stopped.

Agra remained silent and left without any intention of turning around.

He smiled wistfully at the steady back that was slowly moving away, "Tomorrow don't be cuddled anymore huh," his greatest hope. Kinan passed away leaving the campus area, heading towards his workplace.

Realizing Kinan's voice was no longer heard, Agra stopped stepping. There was a void space to curb the space of his heart when the soft groove of the lips of the woman no longer disturbed his eardrum. Agra twisted her body, her eyes catching the void of the campus corridor. There was no one behind him.

Is she tired of chasing him?

Is the woman looking for a place to rest, after that back to bother her?

Agra felt that he had gone too far with his silence.

Uh! Yes Already! What Agra cares for.