Bougenville of Love
18 - Painting.

Angga is stunned and afraid Damia is angry with him for not telling when the beautiful sister called her. And sure enough, now the beautiful sister seemed reluctant to be invited to sit together.

"What's up, Damia? You why? Don't you want to accompany me to sit here? Are you angry that I didn't say when you called earlier?" ask Angga

"I'm not that bad, Angga. I'd like to accompany you for a snack, but not here. Come on, let's move to another room" Damia replied

"Other room ... Where to?" asked Angga who looked at the beautiful sister with a meaningful gaze.

"Don't think anything. I mean, you must have room to channel your hobbies in this house. Come on, let's go there" Damia said as she fed a piece of pastry into Angga's mouth.

"Oh, what you mean is probably the art room in this house. How did you know I like going to the art room to share my hobby? Moreover, how do you know that in this house there is an art room? Did you find that room while walking around as well?" ask Angga

"The art room is a place to channel hobbies in the form of art. I'm not saying it's an art room, but you said it yourself. I know about the art room in this house because you used to tell me that you like to spend some of your time in a room because of your interest in art" Damia explained

..."I see, apparently. I was thinking no-no when Damia asked me to move to another room. I thought Damia might try to tease me, but Damia couldn't be like that. I'm the one who's been thinking too far, "inner Angga...

"It's good that you have an interest in art and in this house there is an art room. This is a good thing for your therapy" Damia said

"So, is this again about therapy? We just finished cycling, you know. Do I have to do therapy again?" ask Angga

"You are the spirit dong and have to do a lot of business as well as this art therapy. Come on, let's switch. Now where are we going if we go to the art room?" ask Damia back while pulling one of Angga's hands.

Angga glanced towards his hand that was grasped by Damia. The man smiled too.

..."Damia hold my hand? He also had time to feed me a snack once, right? Is this progress?" inner Angga...

"You're the pretentious to invite me to switch to the art room, even though you yourself do not know the location of the room. Here, let me show you the location of the art room in this house," said Angga

Now it's Angga's turn to hold and pull Damia's hand to invite the beautiful sister to turn to the art room in the house.

Once inside the art room, Damia was immediately amazed to see the contents of the room full of art. There are musical instruments keyboard and guitar, then there are also some works of photography, paintings, sculpture, and pottery.

Damia's feet seemed to be called to look around the contents of the room up close until the beautiful sister immediately went around in the room full of art.

"Do you really need to go back to therapy? I think it's useless because in fact there's nothing I remember" said Angga

"Don't be such a pessimist dong, Angga. We're just getting started and this is only the second time you've had the therapy I've recommended. As I said earlier, stiff must be eager to try," said Damia who immediately stopped going around when she heard the pessimistic words of Angga.

Seeing Damia stop while coolly walking around in the room, Angga immediately let the beautiful sister continue her traveling session again. Damia was really focused on looking around the room until she finally stopped because she was curious.

"This room is truly a realization of art. Until there are musical instruments too. That guitar is different from the one you brought with you in the first art therapy, right?" ask Damia

"The guitar I brought and wore yesterday is mine, while the one here belongs together. The only people who like to play guitar in this family are me and my brother. If you like to play the keyboard is me and papa," explained Angga

"of course. Not all of the art here I make and not all of it is also made by my family. The sculptures and earthenware here are the result of purchases from several exhibitions. There are also paintings here that are the results of purchases or made by me, brother, or papa. Photographic works here are also some of the results of buying or taking pictures of me or papa and there are few shots of mama. Yamg lowered the interest of art in this family is papa because papa is an artist not famous mesli, while mama is a business man. Even so, you also had time to learn about photography as well papa," said Angga

"so, apparently. Apparently your art interest is a derivative talent from your papa," Damia said

"So, what should I do about art therapy this time?" ask Angga

"If I may, I want to see you paint" Damia replied

"May, but I have no intention of painting at the moment. So, what should I paint? Do you have any ideas or suggestions?" ask Angga

"Because it's for therapy, try painting whatever is on your mind. There may be something you remember even if it is only faint, whatever it is even if it is only a dark shadow. Or you can try painting something that makes you feel happy. The feeling of pleasure is good during the therapy process and pour your feelings into the painting you make. Maybe you can try painting a beautiful scenery that you like" Damia explained

"Alright," said Angga although the man still had not decided what he would paint.

"In the meantime, do you have the materials and tools to paint it right now?" ask Damia

"There's. It should be in this room there are equipment for complete painting. Wait a minute, I'll look for it first" Angga replied

Angga also looking for painting equipment in the art room. Meanwhile, Damia pulled out her cell phone to arrange something.

"I'll accompany you to paint here. While you paint, we can also eat snacks and listen to songs. I've set my HP to play the exact same song I chose on your HP. So, you can paint calmly," Damia said

"Yes, you're right. It felt so calm and so pleasant" Angga said

Angga finally found painting equipment in the room and immediately arranged the layout so that the catfish could directly paint.

"Then I started painting, yes" Angga said

"Yes, please just take the time and place that is comfortable for you to do the fun things you like" Damia said

From the time Angga prepared the painting draping, he still could not pinpoint the idea for his painting. However, when the man holds a pencil to first sketch, his hand can immediately move to draw a sketch of the painting smoothly.

A smile continued to expand on the lips on Angga's handsome face. The man looked very happy painting at the moment.

Damia seemed to be quietly waiting for the man to finish his painting as a form of therapy.

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Seriate.