Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 1.1

"Don't forget to buy me the latest comic." The typical heavy voice of the teenage boy across the phone stopped his pace on the instant noodle shelf.

"What's? Pake my money?" The long haired woman tied up in a ponytail was glaring ferociously. "Gelo! Pake your money! I'm just buying food!"

"Please, Brother Anaru...." His voice softened with temptation. Ah, this is what Anaru hates from his sister. "That's the comic I've been waiting for."

"...." - ".Finished choose the noodle variant with a frown, Anaru who immediately to the cashier began to answer-it-pun urged the sister to ask for answers.

"Yes, I bought it."

Returning home from the mall, Anaru was still smiling sweetly putting the groceries on the dining table. For a moment he sat off tired by sending a message to his sister.

"Close to the house if you want to get the comic," he said with an emoticon sticking out his tongue. Anaru laughed as she read her own message, pleased with the fun of a guy six years younger than her.

Ah, there's a reply.

"Yes." Yeah." With an emoticon lazy ogling. "You help write people's names for your wedding invitations."

Anaru's smile faded slowly. True too, he has not spread the invitation-even has not discussed with the prospective husband the matter of anyone who is invited. While looking for her contact, Anaru recalled something.

When was the last time he communicated with her? Last month? Last week? Anaru's father, quickly applaud the eel. As a result of work being a priority, he forgot his own future: marriage.

Well, for two reasons. A pair of typical female beige flip-flops tread gracefully towards the bookstore. Of course the first reason is his sister who asked to buy a favorite shounen comic. Second, he has a wishlist of readings that are bored due to queuing constantly on the application.

And in the end, Anaru bought another novel, not the one on the reading list. He just remembered having ordered a fictional book from the author directly. A sweet smile splashed on the lips covered in pink liptint, when staring at the contents of the paperbag.

The knocking of the door broke Anaru's daydream. He rushed to the source of the voice, not spared contacting his lover. The tall, long-haired man with the effect of curls at each end stood there, shriveling in confusion.

"So didn't call him yet?" he asked as soon as Anaru invited him to sit down.

"Not yet," Anaru replied following the 'sister sense of sister' from behind. Flat objects stuck in the earlobe continue to echo the tone wait for the call: tut....

"I think it's fixed with mama," he added sitting opposite the sister. "Yes .. if he knows I'm busy."

"Of course." The man shrugged his shoulders without looking at the other person. "She never stopped by after asking for the blessing of marrying sister to mama-papa."

Wrinkles were clearly imprinted on Anaru's forehead. How come he hasn't been friendly to his parents? Hearing such news from the sister, seeing the invitation card he placed on the table was as if sucking up the rest of Anaru's energy.

"He ... did not discuss the marriage of Brother?" ask Anaru. "Sister means, what the interior is like, or what type of clothes. He didn't tell our family at all?"

"No."

Briefest. Dense. Evidently. Shit, Anaru's heart was pounding suddenly. Not because of the fond memories of being with her, who would become her husband. However, why did Anaru feel that he was going to betray? Why does he feel his love's determination begins to doubt?