Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 2.1

It had been an hour Yiana was glued to the front of the monitor, even though the teachers who had just arrived threw greetings. Laptop screens that display material made last night are not a focal point. Yiana's brain has asked the cell to rush the meeting chapter 'a welcome that is suitable for the mother'.

The folded position of Yiana on the table changed with a face support. About .... what is the welcome that makes his mother happy?

Give me a knit hat? Hell no, Yiana doesn't have much time if God isn't for the power of flash.

A cake? Yiana remembered her mother was very anti-cake cream, whereas most keik in the store used a lot of whipped cream.

Brownies? Don't be, Yiana's income is too thin to buy a luxury dessert.

So, what?

"Woi." One loud pat on the table made Yiana reeling like aware there was an earthquake. Even the focus on his face collapsed instantly. And his name was in front of him, ready to sit in a dangle that could shake a book. "It's still morning to daydream."

Yiana was busy calming down, stroking her chest while exhaling for as long as possible.

"What the hell was that?" tanya Namaya smiled knot. "So serious."

"Mama will go home" he replied after breathing as deeply as he could. "Whenever I bring a bakpia again to greet my mother?"

The bell entered as if it were seizing the spirit of Yiana. The woman suddenly lethargic like raw eggs before moving packing important items taught in class.

"Come on dong, Na." For a moment he rubbed Yiana's shoulders, then moved towards his throne. "Passionate little cake. Mom wants to come home from the hospital."

But, I still lost my mind about the fruit for mama, her mind as lazy footsteps that stumbled across the school hallway. The beat of white pantofel shoes is almost silent, even when it arrives in class. Although Yiana replied to the greetings of 1st class students who resembled the cheers of the world war, in fact her cheerful tone was only a mask. Every time he writes material on the board, his mind is full of content about his mother. The material on the laptop that he planned to memorize was now extinct, replaced with Yiana who sat in class reading a little task.

"That day gave me an orange." A whispering disciple caught Yiana's attention. His face disappeared. The look at the source of the whisper was bright again. Boy. Maybe he was gossiping at the age of corn.

"It feels very maniiis," he added muttering, as if the sweetness in question was drawn from there.

"Seriously?" The eyes of his friends are perfectly round. Very innocent for the heart of Yiana who is prone to anxiety by children. "Later in the afternoon I want to play, all of you ask for oranges."

Oranges.... Yiana focused on the laptop monitor. It's a fruit full of vitamin C that's not a bad idea. Based on the doctor's instructions, he was obliged to eat fruits and vegetables. Providing a nutrient is a brilliant idea, perhaps.

Yiana's smile was faintly expanding. All right--so-so was a puff of air. After work, Yiana will stop by for oranges.

"What he's doing, come here." Yiana's land received a very quick reaction. Almost all of the students were lined up long in front of the teacher's desk. All hold a book that is wide open.