Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 1.1

"Well, you're so smart." One beautiful paraf is listed in the lower right corner of the writing paper from a slender, white-fingered figure. It was great that he saw the boy-book-owner whom he paraf-smiled widely over his efforts.

Furthermore, girls with twintail hair who submit the results of their efforts. This time, the teacher's eyes flashed a hint of kindness, but did not leave a sweet smile as an encouragement for her.

"here, Honey. I explained," she said with a wave of such conditional hands, and the child complied. "Remember the writing 'give'?"

He answered through the arm. He saw his eyes glazed over. Soon the woman spelled out every letter while writing on the blank paper had her, followed by the girl who followed her speech with a vibrating tone.

How happy he was when the break bell rang loudly. The entire class leaves them both.

"Later to teach you more spelling when you write, yeah."

After getting a small nod from the child and then out of class, the brunette-like woman quickly packed things and walked quickly to the teacher's room.

Today too, he should not miss his me time just like that. Yesterday, she became the saddest woman in the world just because she could not spend time watching movies from wishlist.

Once he arrived at the teacher's room, he quickly prepared a few things before performing the ritual.

A cup of hot chocolate is ready.

Two pieces of toast from the merchant around the school he bought.

Laptop screen is ready to play movies in the subscription application.

And do not forget the airpods that always perch in one ear.

So with this, the ritual of watching the movie begins.

Asian romance movies are her favorite. It is only through this that the woman's mind is humped mostly fiction about her life. It all started with the word 'andai'.

At this minute, he imagined himself to be the main character who protected a man from the heavy rain using an umbrella, running side by side without caring about his wet bottom clothes splashed by a puddle.

Ah, he wanted to....

"Don't most ngayal lo!" One rough swipe landed on the face of the movie connoisseur on the laptop. Her smile, her happy gaze, all, vanished in one swab on the face of polished make-up.

"What the hell, Namaya?" ask him a little dongkol. "Bother me time I'll."

The mature brown-skinned woman aka Namaya was laughing with satisfaction. "Watch the movie anyway watch, but not to smile yourself so."

He turned away without pausing love on the film.

"Conscious, Yiana," continued Namaya sitting at Yiana's table as she devoured toast without permission. "Lo's been 30 years. Still fantasizing can get a moment like that, already like a high school kid."

"That's not what I want to marry?" tanyanya.

"Well, why are you talking about it?" His name responded with a glare. "It's a good thing I just said you're an 'old maid' now because you serve the movie."

"I'm not going to be a spinster!"

"Make it stop watching that movie! Find sono's girlfriend let's not be mistaken for a spinster!"

"Did, that's so!"

In a matter of seconds, the two women in their 30s slapped each other in the face. Even the mouth is not finished. However, their dispute invited laughter that shuffled the stomach for the entire room.

"That's it...." One of the school students tried to break them up while blasting laughter. "She's bestie, but rowdy mulu."

"Who's that rowdy, Mom?" And no matter what moment, they were already embracing each other.