Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 5.1

Ian is gone. Everyone has slept. However, Yiana spent a lot of time sitting on the bed. The projector is restarted, displaying the homepage of the film application. Then, why did Yiana even sculpt? His mind was still stirred about what happened a few minutes ago.

"Other times, we'll see the movie together again."

"You still want to answer my wish?"

There appeared an upward curving line on her red lips. His glaring eyes began to radiate life. Gentler. Then, a small laugh spouted out thinly.

"Of course." Maybe .. yes, he said in his heart.

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Early this morning, Ian and Mama had heard Yiana whining and sitting lethargic like gudetama at the dinner table. The two hands holding the phone were crossed, so Ian put his side dishes on the kitchen table.

"Kok can-can I forget checkout stuff?" A raucous tone came out in between his whimper. "When the intention is to beautify the front page of the house...."

"Still checkout next time, honey." Mama came with the cutlery, and put away Yiana's hands gently. "It's only natural that you forget. Or now you checkout er ..the ornamental plants you say."

"Variannya much, Ma," he complained sighing heavily Then Yiana sat up straight put her favorite phone. "I'm confused which one to choose"

Hand over you. Either by coincidence or not. Mama and Ian are so.

From six and a half to seven. New class begins eight hours ssetenga. hany aYiana who eats sluggish snails. Ian and Mama ate breakfast, the rice on Yiana's plate was drained by a third. Ian slesai washing dishes, Yiana just finished breakfast.

"You don't want to try to find buds in the market?" Instantly, Yiana stopped rare and glanced at Ian.

"Which market?" his tanyanya still pressed her lower lip.

"Markets...." Suddenly Ian's vision blurred as severe pain arose in the head. Ian instantly held his head while hissing and pitting faintly. I thought, how could he have a headache like this?

"Dian, what's wrong with you?" Yiana looked in panic. His body was trembling. Wailing, I don't know what Yiana was looking for. His mind was completely empty now. "Don't move yet!"

Who was that ... whose voice? Know-how in a flash, what Ian saw was not the posture of Yiana who approached him.

A woman in a milk chocolate dress. Ian can't see him. How his face panicked; or his body. A little like Yiana. Nope. She must not be Yiana.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" This time, the woman's voice sounded foreign. Whose voice? "Let me know that you don't like the flowers I bought."

"I...." Just taking a breath was hard. Earth is reluctant to give oxygen to a former patient like Ian. He was only able to call 'me' while his hands reached for something, even the wind would not join hands. He was also still running at the slowest tempo. Ian wished that Yiana had come here, not some foreign woman who crossed his memory.

"Rian...."

Rian's? Who's Rian? His brows furrowed. His name was Ian, not Rian. What the fuck is that woman approaching him by another name? But the next blink, Ian felt his hands and shoulders warm, like someone was grasping.