Love Swordsman

Starting from a secret letter, it ended up in tears

Kiara decides to write a letter to Sima. Of course he was worried about his brother. Yes, even though it's only been two days. But he also could not stand his condition which he felt was getting worse.

Kiara saw once her handwritten song that she was going to send to Sima through the magic pigeon. This was the day where the pigeons were usually around this town. So he deliberately took the time to send a letter today.

'What can all be handled?'

He didn't want to be too clear about the letter. Especially he does not want to play the identity of the sender of the letter. Because it's the thing he used to do if communicating by letter with his fourth brother.

Kiara opened the window and turned to her right and left. Make sure no one is paying attention.

In the next instant, he whistled several times the sign of summoning the magic pigeon. It didn't take long, the pigeon came and perched on the window beside his hand.

Kiara slipped the letter at the foot of the magic pigeon and stroked it for a moment. "Go, hurry! help me send this letter to my fourth sister. Remember, let no one see you." The tape with a soft voice.

The magic pigeon flapped its wings and swirled in the air then flew in the direction it was headed.

Later that night, Kiara receives a letter from the magic pigeon. He took the letter from the animal's feet and read it immediately.

He knew that the letter he sent was not an important sentence. But he knew that his fourth brother must have understood that he only sent letters if in urgent circumstances.

Before she could read the letter, Kiara heard footsteps walking up to her. He was silent alert. "What's wrong?" asked Kiara who was reflexively hiding the letter from Sima.

"Oh, Mr. Hansa. I guess who." Kiara rubbed her chest in relief. "Why come here?" tanyakanya.

"So I saw a pigeon. Guess that pigeon must have come to get you a letter, right?" presumption Hansa.

"Why do you know? and why are you so thorough about the pigeon that sent me the letter? but .. yes. You're right, anyway." Kiara knew that she could not escape the precision of the man before her. Therefore, he decided to tell about everything only. After all, Hansa was someone who could be trusted.

"Please sit down first." Kiara sat on a chair around the park and let Hansa sit down in front of her.

"If you don't mind, may I see the letter?" permission Hansa.

"I haven't read it, anyway. It doesn't matter if you want to read it first. Yes, if you understand the contents of the letter." Kiara gave the letter and let Hansa read it first.

"thank you. I know it's rude to read this before you read it. So I asked for permission." Clearly Hansa and read the writing on the letter carefully.

'Today, I'm hunting pigs and deer.'

After reading it many times, Hansa remained clueless. He looked at Kiara for an explanation.

Kiara chuckles. "And I told you you wouldn't understand." He took the letter and read the writing.

"What does that letter mean?" ask Hansa. Kiara read it for a moment and immediately knew what keywords were in reply from the letter she sent. He looked at Hansa and smiled cutely looking at Hansa's face which looked very curious.

"The key word is here." He pointed to two words in turn. "Then I asked him if he could have everything arranged? and he replies can be in this letter." Kiara Papar.

"I don't see no word can here." Hansa still doesn't understand. Kiara turned the eyeball and again showed two words from the sentence on the paper.

"Pig and deer?" Hansa examined the two words. He immediately nodded in understanding. "I understand now. The key word is in the second syllable of each of these words, right?"

Kiara nodded with a smile as Hansa had understood. "really so. Pig, the key he said was on bi. Then the deer, the key said he was on sa. So, the reply from the letter I sent was it could." He folded his hands on his chest, acting like a teacher teaching his students.

Hansa chuckled for a moment. "Why did he send that short reply? with a secret word." He chuckles back.

Kiara did not pay attention to the questions from Hansa nor chuckled. He stared with unblinking eyes at Hansa unconsciously.

Hansa who noticed the gaze immediately cleared her throat to cover the awkwardness. "Mm, I go first, yeah. It's late at night. You'll rest soon too." He got up from the chair and stepped in a bit of a hurry.

"Mr Hansa. I'm gonna ask you something." Kiara got up from the chair still staring at Hansa who was on her back.

"Ask what? it's late at night. Get some rest." Pinta Hansa with a stifled voice. "Did I ... make you feel uncomfortable?" kiara asked, letting out her heart.

"Miss Kiara, what do you mean?" tanya Hansa changed her way of speaking to be formal.

Kiara looked down trying to hold back the tears. He did not know the reason why he wanted to cry so much right then and there. He just laughed with the man.

"I don't know. I just feel ... if you're uncomfortable with my situation." He could not hold back his tears from falling.

"Mr Hansa, be honest. When I'm in a coma and you're not here, that's actually how you avoid me, right? and so you don't see me, do you?"

Hansa closed his eyes not intending to answer the accusation.

"If you don't like me being here, just say it." He said slowly because he felt he was not strong enough to say that sentence.

Hansa smiled obliquely even though he knew the girl would not be able to see him. "Miss Kiara don't blame me. I warned and said it a few times." Legally.

"Say what?" Kiara frowned. Hoping that the next reply from the man wasn't so painful.

"Saying that I don't like you being here." After saying that, Hansa stepped away leaving Kiara with destruction in her heart.

If he had hoped Hansa's reply wouldn't have hurt, it would have been granted. His heart was not hurt, but broken. The scathing phrase from the man had just broken his heart. Not just painful.

The next minute, he clenched both hands. "I'm here because of my will. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not I'm here." He said more to himself. Or the wind that accompanies it. Or the moon watching her cry. Or a night that becomes a backdrop.