Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 1.2

"We're just kidding," said Yiana pinching Namaya's cheek.

"Oh...." The half-century woman nodded slowly. "What a chain."

After he passed, they parted with Yiana who leaned back and showed her the face of a jutek for Namaya.

"No need to be kayaking a duck to lay eggs, you," Namaya said sitting at Yiana's desk.

"Some of you even talk about it," Yiana said, turning lazy.

"Heh, it's good dong I discussed soan, wong lo also does not want to be a spinster, right?"

"Well!" Instantly, Yiana's attention was fixed through the spotlight on the apoplexy. "Start again."

While Yiana was insinuating even smiled slantedly. "More look bored anyway. Ntar I'm ready to be a matchmaker deh, if there are my acquaintances who need a mate."

"Whatever." From the look on his face alone had shown how disinterested Yiana was with the topic that Namaya brought. He thought, either continue to watch the movie rather than listen to her babble longer.

"Lo wants to, right?" Darling, not Namaya if his insistence comes to fruition. He leaned back until their faces were a few centimeters apart. "So I have a lot of guy acquaintances, ntar I tell you your profile."

And it's not Yiana's name if I have to fly a white flag for no reason. He was firm on his stance that served the film, then turned away not answering. As Namaya's urge grew, Yiana calmly said, "Where to buy food."

Yiana was sure, with just those three words, that her heart would melt. His brain will be diverted to run a mission to buy food around the school. The voila! No Namaya, he can live every romantic scene in the waiting film.

Well, if God wanted to give her a sweet moment of romance in her life, one scene would be enough for her.

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"Where's Mama's condition there?" Yiana sat curled up on the bed without a bed. The legs are wrapped in a blanket that presents a sense of comfort when supported by the chin at the top of the knee. Only wearing a thin white shirt that was loose enough for her body, Yiana did not feel the cold of the night that was wildly thrust into the room. Enough warmth around his feet, has given the most comforting sensation in life.

"Thank God...." However, that smile of relief should vanish once it accepts the negative assumptions in the brain. "Mama ... don't get bored there?"

Without letting Mama answer, she interjected.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to look at Mama anymore; I didn't have time to accompany Mama during her treatment."

Just as short as that, a pair of round eyes creates a clear, melted grain on the cheeks.

"It's okay, Ana," he said laughing crisply. "At least, Yiana is busy making money for our mutual needs. We wish we could live long----"

"Mama must have lived a long life!" Yiana glared uneasily. "I'm sure Mama lived a long time. I'm sure...."

The caller on the other side began to flinch.

"M-mama just wait for the exact date I get married," said Yiana squeezing the blanket as hard as possible. "I'm definitely getting married the way I want to, but I can't do that right away."

Now, what he heard was the typical long sigh of a half-century woman. "Mom understand, Yiana. Mama understands."

There was no more talk that Yiana had to discuss with her mother as a bedtime story. In the past, before Mama often fell ill, he often invited her to talk a lot of rake dozens of topics to each other choose soundly in a dream.

However, is this way still effective for him and his mother? I don't know. Yiana was doubtful.

"Mama quickly went to sleep, yes," said Yiana trying to smile gently - let mother could see her. "Call me if you're bored in the hospital. Tomorrow afternoon I'll go there, make Mama's friend."

"Yes, bring Mama." The call connection he decided after saying his greetings.