Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 3.2

Definitely not like it! However, the smile and change in facial expression Yiana said another. "No, Ma. I'm really happy. If I'm still working, Mama has a friend to confide in. No need to watch TV for hours waiting for me to come home."

"Ah, yes too." She laughed crisply, regained her preoccupation with eating oranges and chatting with Ian. Similarly, the mimic Yiana, behind a new coat snaps taken from the clothesline. He even stopped tidying up the house.

He shouldn't have said that. If her veins were to break, perhaps Yiana's screams were more jarring than before. What power, the screech is more like a mouse squeak pinch trap.

"Yiana," his mother looked at the baby who was still single, "want to make tea not for Mama-same--"

"Make Mama, I just make it," cut Yiana who is folding a large size cloth bag. "Not for Ian."

"Yiana--"

"It's okay, Auntie." Ian immediately mediated the mother-daughter debate. "I'm just here hitchhiking. My mum hasn't been picked up."

"You still we serve you, as a guest," said Mama did not want to lose. "Yiana, make tea----"

"OK-okay, I made it for Mama with Ian." As soon as Yiana moved to the kitchen, it was integrated with the family room. Just a few steps. While boiling water for tea, Yiana's brain wandered about Ian.

How can you trust an unknown person? While Yiana always gagged ban so as not to get too close to strangers. Ian was clearly an unknown figure. Just a few days, let alone Yiana who just met today.

But my mom's decision has a point. If Ian was picked up by the kidnapper, Yiana would be involved as a witness. He was afraid that he would become a defendant. Just imagine it makes my hair stand up.

Talk about the person you mean, what is he like, huh? Until the name card all.

"Make you." The heavy voice along with the warm sensation in Yiana's palm managed to rub wishful thinking. No whistle from the teapot. A cup of warm tea he held. And Ian was beside her, trying to stand up despite resting on the table.

"You look very tired" he continued to glide softly towards his hand wrapped in plaster. "So let me serve you today."

Sontak Yiana gave a sigh, quickly handed over the teacup to Ian. "You should have received .. tea for Mama?"

"I love you."

Mampus, Yiana must have nagged before going to bed. But pain suddenly struck his heart. The pain gives a tightness effect. What's wrong in this? For a moment he palpated his chest, feeling his heart racing.

Is this what you call sorry? If yes, Yiana will no longer get the pain.

"S-sori." Finally Yiana said use a soft tone. "I should serve you. But, I guess that's just because you just got out of the hospital, yeah. Not for any other reason."

Instead of replying, Yiana actually saw Ian smiling gently. The male smile that made the soul of Jomlo Yiana screamed to be free from the body.