Because of you and the Warm Sweet Tea
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"wait. But can you make me some hot sweet tea again? Instead, I'll take care of this food" the man asked as the woman next to him walked away from the sofa.

"Of course, later you just take it to the kitchen, yes. But spend the sweet tea in your glass first" said the woman whose hair was ponytailed. Again the man nodded according to.

Then without saying much the man immediately finished the warm sweet tea the rest of the half and rushed to clean up the place to eat them both. Throw away the leftovers and then wash the utensils.

"Gesit is also apparently this guy" the inner woman who is still busy making sweet tea warm. When he saw the man had finished cleaning up.

While the woman was still busy making sweet tea, apparently the man who had just cleaned the cutlery was suddenly beside the tea maker.

"This is your sweet tea" said the woman, giving a glass containing sweet tea ordered by the man. Then slowly without moving from where he stood, he drank the sweet tea while continuing to look at the woman.

"Sweet" said the man slowly while still looking at the woman in front of him. The woman looked back at him without expression.

"Teh the sweetness? Mostly sugar? Next time I'm lacking, yeah"

"It's not because of the tea. Sweetness is enough, but your face makes it even sweeter" the woman who heard the statement tried to be firm as if she could not be seduced, but the hue of her face could not deceive.

"Stop seducing me. Not good, my business is done, yes. If you want to find me, I'm in the studio" said the woman immediately passed from the front of the man. Trying to make the hue of his face red like a boiled tomato disappear immediately.

"No, really. No seducing. I can't be honest, can I?" Asked the man daydreamed, while continuing to look at the sweet tea that was still fully filled in the glass he was holding.

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After pondering for a while for inspiration, the woman who had been standing still motionlessly still stared blankly at the canvas before her. But occasionally he tried to scrawl the sky, to imagine what would be filled blank canvas before him.

The woman also felt strange, why did this cold and empty feeling suddenly feel hot? A sudden heartbeat that shakes violently.

Not as usual. Yesterday he did not feel this. He always finds inspiration in the cold of the world. Like the situation at the North Pole, the atmosphere of Christmas night filled with cold snow, and others.

Why do you remember the warm sweet tea? What's with the warm sweet tea?

Then, after a long time pensive, the woman immediately shook her head. He did not accept his inspiration that was filled with a concept that was clearly contested.

The woman is still idealistic, painting and painting must always be with a concept that makes her plunge into the world of art.

"A blank heart is the reality of the moment? Really true?" The woman again shook her head violently.

"Wine! What else do I have to paint!? The scream of the woman was very angry. Now he feels the most feared by the creators of the work. That's stagnant.

Then while walking gontai towards the sofa in the studio, his brain continues to think non-stop. He needs new inspiration, but doesn't know where to look. When he sat down, he kept looking at the brush he was still holding. The brush he looked at was still black with a taper end. It was as if he was still asking to dance on canvas. As he should do every day.

"Ah, where should I look? What more cold should I paint and tell you about?" Asked the woman while looking at the studio sky which was only painted in white. And empty. He then gripped the brush that he had grasped into his ear. "When do I paint the walls of the sky?"

"Square"

The sound of the studio door opened, a moment later the man who had asked to make warm sweet tea entered the studio room while holding his glass.

Seeing the woman sitting on the sofa with her face thinking hard, the man immediately sat next to the woman with a face filled with curiosity.

"You why? What is currently being thought of? Didn't you say you were painting?" Asked the man who was already sitting on the sofa and next to the woman. He looked at the woman while occasionally sipping her warm sweet tea.

"Have you ever drowned in a work?" Asked the woman while constantly staring at the sky. The man just shook his head. For him, there is no need to find inspiration to buy mutual funds or bonds, even any stocks. He felt he did not need to look for any ideas. Because all he needs is updated data and the latest news.

"Originally you know. The most difficult thing for an artist is not when working on it, but when looking for ideas. And if we do not know at all what will be made, there is no idea, want to contemplate anything but still absolutely no idea comes out, while the time is increasingly tight, that's terrible!" The girl grumbled while constantly shuffling her hair. While he was not aware that his movement when under stress was constantly looked at by the man next to him, without expression and just looking while continuing to sip the sweet tea.

"Lantas, what can I do for you?" Ask the man. He hopes to do something to reduce the stress of the woman next to him who looks very depressed.

"Nothing" answered the woman, which raised questions from the man. Because someone needs someone else to solve the problem. At least that's what he thinks.

"Nothing?" Asked the man to make sure, the woman nodded steadily.

"What would you do to get that idea?" Ask the man. He was really curious.

"Keep thinking. That's all" said the woman. "Either why it was when he was alone suddenly the idea appeared" said the woman who now felt calm and looked back at the sky. Somehow his feelings became somewhat relieved, after telling a story and letting out all his anxiety to the man next to him.

The man who looked at him? He felt that the woman he liked made him more curious. About the woman's world, many interesting things and her new self this time she only knew after meeting and getting to know her world.