Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 26 (Practice)

After Kissky left, Luna gave Zanjiil a sharp eye look.

“So, why can you leave with him?!” ask Luna full of search.

“I happen to meet him on the road, because I feel sorry, so I invite him to leave together.” Zanjiil chose to lie for the sake of the integrity of his relationship with his lover.

“Really?” The clever Luna was simply hooked up.

“Of course, so you don't have to over-act, pity the children of the people you treat so, your attitude will only add to your many enemies Luna,” Zanjiil explained.

Luna let out a long sigh, “I know which ones to make enemies, which ones not, so don't teach me, what else I have seen, you walk with her.” said Luna. Zanjiil who did not want to fight chose to give up.

“Alright, next time I won't repeat, can we go to class now, and make peace? Otherwise, we can be late,” Zanjiil said.

”Yes already, if you repeat it, you will know the consequences!” Luna poses a threat to Zanjiil.

“Oke.” after the two made peace, they rushed to class.

Upon arriving in class, Kissky who saw her husband and lover coming, threw away her face, she did not want to see Zanjiil even for a second.

Zanjiil who passed Kissky also did not give any greeting at all.

As the art lesson took place, Riza explained about fine art to her students.

“Seni is a form of human work that has beauty and can be enjoyed by others. In other words, fine art is a process of creating beauty whose purpose is to be enjoyed, examples of which include pure fine art are sculpture, mosaic, natural painting, abstract painting, batik painting, calligraphy, masks, etc, jars, stained glass, etc. Until here, still no one understands? If still, please raise your hand, let me explain, because after this, we immediately practice!” lang Riza, because in the school of national Shoots, generally do 20% theory, 80% practice, therefore, the painting from there is always ready for combat, when it has graduated.

Then, from his chair, Rizal raised his hand.

“Ya Rizal, want to ask what son?”

“Are we free to choose the theme we will work on?” ask her seriously.

“Of course, in the practice room, later you can choose to paint, make mosaic statues, and others, whichever you can afford, anyway, the day after the task that I gave you had to be collected, he said, and there should be no excuses, stay, not finished or forget, understand?!” Riza who firmly makes all her students reluctant, except Rizal.

“Free yes ma'am,” he said meaningfully.

“Iya, of course.” says Riza.

“Means, if I paint mom's face, can dong?!” questions from students who always want to approach make Riza, who is single acute from birth so misbehaved.

“Except my face, others can!”

“Cie.. cie..!” the tense atmosphere instantly became liquid, thanks to Rizal's funny behavior.

“Forward hold Zal, we support you!” say one student.

“Betul Zal, class member value, is in your hands.” Zanjiil said as he closed his mouth that was holding back laughter.

Rizal who got a lot of support from his classmates became more confident.

“Consistent ma'am, mother said it was free, meaning I have the right to paint what is beautiful in my eyes!” he said while stroking his neck in shame.

Hearing Rizal's constant chattering to his teacher, Kissky made a small laugh, it turns out Rizal's action was able to make the beautiful girl laugh, and the laughter was different from what he showed her husband so far.

Zanjiil who accidentally found his wife laughing without his wife's voice was immediately stunned. Because, the aura of the ugly girl in his eyes is so foreign, his wife's face looks soft, like a girl who can't fight muscles and mouth.

“Cantik.” he said unknowingly.

Gibran who felt the same as Zanjiil was amazed, he who from childhood loved Kissky like a brother, slowly turned into love.

While Riza who continued to get death row from Rizal, really can not stand, he felt his heart would explode.

“Ya already, it's up to you to paint what.” he also freed Rizal to work.

“Everything, get to the practice room immediately!” as one by one the students of the class, Riza stared fixedly at Gibran who was about to pass before her.

Whuss!!!

Gibran, from the past unchanged, remains handsome and charming, inner Riza.

Arriving at an art practice room that has a large size and large, Riza directs her students to take the art equipment they want to do in a closet. Each of these storage cabinets has a name, according to its function.

Because the time given is very short, the students and students prefer to paint, as the material of their fine art assignments at that time.

Kissky who was sitting between Gibran and Liza glanced at her two best friends with each other.

“What do you want to paint?” Kissky asked, Not knowing what he was going to paint.

“I, flowers!” said Luna, who wants everything to be easy.

“If I, home.” bright Gibran.heard Gibran's statement, make Kissky have an idea.

“Good, let's start!” kissky was excited.

”Absolutely you have an idea?” asked Liza curiously.

“Already!” the answer.

“You paint what?” ask Liza back who is more curious.

“Look, let's hurry, let's work.” the three start to scratch the brush on the white canvas that is in front of each of them.

The compactness between the three stole the attention of Zanjiil who was sitting next to the lover.

“Darling, I'll paint you, and you'll have to paint me.” Luna wants Zanjiil to paint her beautiful face, on their maiden assignment.

“Lain times only,” says Zanjiil.

“Why?” The offended Luna also wanted to rebel.

“I want to paint my mother.” she said as an excuse to reject her boyfriend's wishes.

“Themes so anyway! C'mon baby!!!” The spoiled Luna forced Zanjiil to prepare.

“I'll paint you next time, if your goal is to show off our relationship, I think everyone already knows, if we're dating, so there's no need to do that, in my opinion.” bright Zanjiil.

Because the lover still refused, Luna who was hurt to throw the brush in her hand in any direction.

More selfish, inner Zanjiil.

That time Zanjiil did not take heart, or apologize to Luna, he continued to paint, as if there was no problem.

Luna, who was emotional but unconcerned, took back her brush from the floor.

This must be because of that poor fucking woman! But... If he's an incapable person, why can he go to school here? Maybe a scholarship? A girl as stupid as she got a scholarship? inner Luna.

Gibran who glanced at Kissky's canvas slowly guessed what the girl was painting.

“You painted yourself in the past?” Kissky turned his head towards Gibran, as his guess was very precise.

“You know where?” is from

“I still remember your face.” Gibran pointed to the finished Kissky painting on his head.

“I miss those times.” whispered Kissky, so as not to be heard by others.

Gibran smiled, and then he showed Kissky his painting.

“Try, see!” Gibran.

Then Kissky who was sitting on his chair tilted his body a little, in order to see the work of his best friend.

...Seriate......