Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 2.2

In a moment, Yiana.... That's the only way to stay patient. During the examination of the work of the students and signing it, for some reason what Yiana blames everything other than the willingness to meet the mother. He blames the clock for walking slowly. He prejudiced badly at the bell that seemed to be dropping it as deep as possible towards the slump. Even he mendumel that all teachers are reluctant to say Yiana should go home quickly. They're evil.

"Mrs Yiana ripped my book." Yiana's daydream was destroyed by crying. The little boy roared with a stretch of books facing the classroom door, like he was complaining about torn paper mama.

"Cup cup." Yiana approached him in a hurry. Her slender hand wiped away the tears on her blushing red cheeks, then clenched her petite body tightly. "Don't cry. I'll buy a new book. Or you're a--"

School bell tolling strong. All the kids are out! Yiana should have come out first! And bad luck. He still had to relieve the cries of the children. Yiana was worried. Thinking fast. Comeing! He forced his brain to do his job. Moreover, there is this child's mother. Goddamnit!

"It's time for a break, honey." Quickly he took off a hug, behind a tear he wiped. "N-later Mom comes to your house. What do you want to buy? New book or what? Hm?"

"Toys..," he answered softly.

"okay." Yiana smiled broadly. "Mom buy it later. Okay, rest first. Your mom is waiting for you."

Regardless of the child walking slowly while the remaining water in the eyes, Yiana hurriedly packed the goods. He must get permission before the principal changes his mind!

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Rest still works. So did the spirit of Yiana who returned to smoldering when she came out of the principal's room. His hands flank the paper: the permit. The woman ran away as fast as a brush towards the teacher's room. It seems like marathon runners are losing.

"Name!" Just arriving there, Yiana immediately gave some energy to scream in front of Namaya who wanted to throw garbage. Called until the close of the eyes is strong.

"Eh, geblk. No need to scream," he stared fiercely. "Would you get permission?"

Yiana nodded steadily. "You replace me later, yeah."

"Sip ah." Their smiles are getting wider. Without wasting any time, Yiana gaet the bag that was previously packed before entering. Laptops, mobile phones along with chargers and KW airpods, all the needs of Yiana have entered a sash bag.

"Start, Na." His name approached Yiana who was ready to leave. He handed me the opaque plastic bag. It must be orange. "Gue can only love this."

"Ih, even though I want to buy oranges," Yiana said after checking the contents.

"Gue can't believe you're bringing gifts for the sick."

"Say who---"

"Udah, go away." He directly pushed Yiana forcibly out of the room. When walking slowly to the motorbike parking lot, he just remembered.

Just looking at Namaya, Yiana did not bring anything.

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"Mama!" Yiana's head appeared behind the curtains, coinciding with the nurse plucking an infusion needle from a woman's wrinkled hands. Not too old to see his hair still blackening lightning.

"Yiana." He chuckled crisply, slightly grimacing as he whipped out the rest of the plaster quickly. "Thank God you came. Mama wanted to ask your uncle to pick you up. It turns out you're here."

"I'm taking uncle. How could I care more about work than Mama who continues to be treated," said Yiana faintly. "Look, what did I bring? There was this friend for Mama."

"Orange?" The mother again chuckled crisply receiving fresh snacks from Yiana, even hugging the child with one hand. "Thank you Mama for your friend."