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Episodes 101. Story Street...

The twilight wind blows. His desire returned to the haribaan called gentleness. And the reddish color in the skyline continues to give everyone a chance to prepare for a more calming night.

Meanwhile, scratches by scratches, strokes by brush Arumi torekan on the canvas. It was clearly the perfect picture of his love for the mother who had long abandoned him. With all the messages of the mother still attached to his memory. And sometimes on the strength of the brush strokes, Arumi again incised the message.

As it is today. At this twilight. Arumi returned to fight with brushes and paint. Arumi sat facing the twilight sky that kept changing color in the rhythm of the rotation of the time. And again, Arumi wrote the message of Yuki Hirata, her mother on the canvas on her last scratch. Arumi hoped that there were many people who could read the message. A message from a mother to her children.

"So be strong and dare to accept reality, accept shortcomings in yourself, also dare to live life. Don't be afraid to change for a purpose" says Yuki Hirata, her mother.

Arumi got up from her seat. Body receding. He stared at the painting he had just finished. A smile rose from the end of his lips. There was satisfaction at the end of that smile on the results he had done. A beautiful face was drawn on the canvas after some time he poured it out of his memory. That face belonged to Yuki Hirata. A woman who has added strength so that the wound turns into a rainbow color in Arumi's life.

"Love and affection, that's what you want to show. But sorrow also fell. Is that what you want to say...? What an unstable painter." said someone from behind.

His voice is a little foreign because his character has not been attached to the memory. Since the first word of the man who turned out to be Keive was, Arumi instantly distracted him. The owner of the voice looks happy, because it gets a beautiful eye of Arumi's. Because, in fact, that's what he expected.

"Keive.." said Arumi lirih.

"Em, how's my assessment?"

"50% accurate. Actually I just wanted to tell you that she's my mom. That's all...."

"Simple yeah. But the art is according to the appreciation of its connoisseurs. So free..."

"Yes. Just like. Hehe..."

"Mirza hasn't come home yet?"

"There's interest outside the city. The night just came home..."

"Em, can I have dinner here?"

"Relations....I asked Mirza first"

"Ask bang Mirza?" keive said softly, Arumi just did not hear it. There was disappointment in him, he said.

Drrt.

Drrt.

Drrt.

"Sister, there's Keive. Can we have dinner at our house?"

"Yes, I allow it. But remember to include mbok or anyone with you.."

"so yeah. Fine, Brother. Em, how's sister's work?"

"Alhamdulillah.fluent"

"Alhamdulillah...Oya, what time's it coming home?"

"Em, it's probably about 10 o'clock in the new night until home. Wh why? Kangen?"

"Of course I miss. Hehe.." said Arumi shortly before hanging up.

"Arumi.you're beautiful. Especially when you smile with that blushing face of yours. I like.." Inner Keive.

"Mang Dirman.please put my painting into yes" said Arumi who successfully broke Keive daydream.

"Yes, Madam..."

Arumi passed into the house. Behind him Keive accompanied while occasionally embroidering a smile. Keive's heart rippled to be near the woman he loved.

"Sorry, Madam. This afternoon juice or tea?" said Mbok Darmi when passing by Arumi.

"I'm juice, mbok. But I want to clean up first. Brother Keive, excuse me" said Arumi continued his steps.

"Good, Mistress. And den Keive drinks what?"

"Em, just tea mbok. Thank you.." said Keive.

"Good, Den. Mbok..."

Keive's eyes stared at Arumi every step until the petite woman was lost at the end of the stairs.

☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️

Seven o'clock past forty-five minutes. Keive is busy eating his dinner menu. Decak praise also slid from Keive's lips to the owner of the house. Moreover, Darmi mbok unceasingly mentioned that Arumi who has been struggling to mix all the menus at the table.

"Keive always looks at me. I have to be normal and careful. Do not make it look noisy or wrongly said. I don't want to cause misunderstandings between the battery and Keive.." Arumi's inner.

"When is the painting done?"

"Front week..."

"What painting will be included in the show?"

"No. All the paintings for the show are ready. There are ten of them. And the other two painters are the same..."

"Ow, so this is a show together?"

"Yes. Such is. Each painter has his own characteristics"

"Will the painting be at auction?"

"There was. But my painting won't be at auction"

"Why...?"

"Because my painting sold out before the show. Hehe..."

"sold out...?! Who bought it?"

"I'm..."

Someone opened their voice. He stood in the doorway. His eagle eyes stared at the prey stalking tub.

"Sister Mirza....!" said Arumi.

Arumi immediately greeted the presence of her handsome husband. Grabbing his hands and pecking out the reverent backs and palms of the handsome man.

"Cocon't you go home? He said ten o'clock at night..."

"I miss..."

CUP....!

Whispers accompanied by a quick kiss on the thin lips that blush, again make the face of the owner blush.

"No-one's just dech. Shame on Keive..."

"I don't care...."

"His mood, the displeasure has brought you back as soon as possible. You're afraid your wife is persuaded of my seduction. Huh...Mirza-mirza" Inner Keive.

"Hey, Keive. Since then...?"

"Em, I arrived this afternoon. I saw Arumi painting. It's amazing, yeah...."

"Of course..."

"Do you want to eat now or clean up first?"

"Eat now, baby. Already hungry. Cook what, honey..?"

"Sister's favorite food..."

"O...?" mirza said as she sat down and rolled up her shirt sleeves.

"How's your next mission, Keive? Walk already...?"

"Almost...."

"Almost...? Haha...Should've been donk"

"Tight competition. Far too have to go home, worried about Goddess Shinta being kidnapped..."

"Haha... It seems like it has to be, Keive. Because the thief is a Casanova"

"Haha.." The laughter of the two echoed.

Arumi just smiled knot. He understood what the two men meant. But he tried to save everything. He wants to know how the story will be offered by Keive and Mirza.

Even so, in the heart of Arumi, there is no love that increasingly becomes opium other than the love of a man whom he has always loved. Who else if not Mirza Adyatma.