Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 3.3

"What the fuck about that smile?" yiana asked, only to neutralize the heat on the face. "I'm not smitten."

"I ... just want to say thank you, give me permission to stay here."

"stay? How many days?" Yiana spontaneously lyrics the guy with a lookout. "Are you able to remember in quick time?"

"No, no," he replied in between glaring, I don't know what he thought. "It doesn't feel good if I stay here for weeks."

I don't know why Yiana's face is getting hotter. For the sake of assuaging the strangeness in the body, Yiana gaet Ian's hand to a small room. There are already thin single mattresses along with pillows and bolsters, there is even a small table. The rest that makes the room cramped is a pile of unused clothes and dolls wrapped in dust.

"You can use this room as long as you remember everything about you" Yiana said without looking at it. In fact, he himself cleans the mattress from dust. Particles bring bad coughs. "The sheets are thin, because I was a teenager. At least the last time I used to sleep here, the bed is still comfortable for sleeping."

There was no response from Ian. Secretly looking at it, the man was pecking at the doorway. Huh, fuck. Yiana's energy is still a lot to juggle the warehouse so the room is worthy for Ian.

"Your room is facing my room." Yiana again explained as she patted the pillow and put it in the holster. "If anything happens, call me. I can still hear---"

"The good stuff."

"EH BUSET, LETAKIN DON'T YOU?"

It does not take long to clean and clean the unused space, if only Ian not much fun to take just any object. After operating the washing machine, Yiana saw the guy fell asleep on a thin mattress used by him as a teenager.

The back.... Yiana smiled gently with her hands hauling away the trash cardboard. In his mind, he must be tired of hearing the mother's rant and her reprimand.

"Let's go." Soon he intends to go out to dispose of the trash. However, his footsteps stopped catching the look of the old woman's eyes so empty.

Wh why? Yiana continued her journey to throw away her trash.

How did he get to know this stranger? The thought came right through and he closed the door. Momentary silence. The lyrics of the mother long with the look of the eyes are difficult to interpret.

"When are you taking your medicine?" Yiana made a sound again after drowning in millions of premonitions.

"Udah, just now with tea," he answered glancing at his son who was sitting next to him. The two ladies watched the evening show on TV.

"Well, honey?"

"Udah."

"Where?"

"The place where my room used to be."

Mumaman becomes a reply from mom. For a moment there was no talk but to laugh together because of the contents of the TV show.

"Ma." Yiana looked at Mama with serious eyes. "Tok Mama can be familiar with Ian?"

Instead of a reply in the form of words, Mama just glanced at him without any expression other than a gentle line on his old face.

"I mean, when did you meet Ian? Until it's familiar," the correction pursed the lips. "When Mama's beautiful child is not necessarily as familiar as Ian if talking to Mama."

"Oh, pity Mama's son." Soon he held Yiana tightly, even stroking her hair. "Mama's just curious about the patient she says is a kidnapping victim."