Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 5.2

"It's still strong, isn't it, Ian?" Finally, Yiana's voice was present in Ian's sense of hearing. His focus began to be sharp and clear, immediately staring at that anxious-faced Yiana. He showed a small white crackle with the hospital logo.

"You have to take this medicine" he said, starting to lead Ian. "Dries. It's here."

They sat down where breakfast was originally used. Ian's headache began to go away along with Yiana. The woman next to him, who opens one drug at a time according to the dose.

"Quick drinking." Ian obeying. Downing a lot of pills doesn't feel like eating candy. This was torture, as well as how he felt when he heard the titahan Yiana. However, it was precisely the sad mimicry he had shown for Ian.

"S-It's too late, '" he whispered annoyed. Yiana quickly got up and pointed at Ian presumptuously. "Sleep immediately. Don't make your mom worry about you. Wanna?"

And as long as Yiana's back was blown away by the tightly shut door, Ian fell silent. It was not his striking tone, but his opposite expression.

His face was angry, but his face was sad.

His voice was slow, but his eyes were staring hard.

"Yiana has left for work?" Ian's reverie is melting. The middle-aged woman came out of the bathroom-finished-bath just like her, Ian thought.

"Udah, Auntie," he answered trying to set his breath so as not to be caught by Mama. However, from the beginning Mama came out, Ian had shown his deathly pale face.

"Eh, are you sick again?" There was worry from my mother's gaze. The woman ran in a hurry to cupper Ian's face. "You're okay, right?"

"Yes, I've been taking medication. Nih." He took a crackle bag to show.

The Mama muttered long, immediately sitting next to Ian while turning on the TV. Study shows, most of which air in the morning in addition to cartoons.

"That's natural, Auntie." Ian smiled wryly. "It's wrong that I work even though I haven't recovered very much."

Mama gave a crisp chuckle, though her hand started to press the TV remote for a good show. Not like Ian whose smile dimmed. What's so funny?

"Finally Yiana can adapt to you," Mama said. "The child is most difficult to blend in with a stranger. Once, my sister's family came here. Yiana didn't want to show up."

"Maybe they rarely meet."

"Indeed, but there's a difference to your meeting." Mama also glanced softly every time Ian observed the bead of her eyes. "Knowing Yiana took such a short time to get along with you, it was a rare thing I knew."

"Hal ... rare?" Ian's brows were clutched, but his eyes were glaring. And again Mama laughed, probably because of Ian's reaction.

"Even Yiana was like that when you collapsed earlier," he said, starting to put down the TV remote. Upin Ipin's. This cartoon is always inseparable from the mandatory schedule of children to the elderly. "Curriedly. Even if Yiana knew her guests were sick, she did not get to her side. Just give her medicine and let her rest. Not angry."

"Actually Yiana just said that too." However, his logic disputes. Taking place last night, when Ian and Yiana watched the movie, the woman was already seen freely with him.

No, not even at dinner together yesterday.

"Well, I hope Yiana will open up completely to you."

Yes, because Yiana is like a puzzle: you have to find the right image pieces to know the figure. []