Bougenville of Love
19 - Grey Color.

In the art room, there are two human beings who are cool in the activities carried out by each

Angga was busy painting, while Damia was busy waiting and accompanying the man to paint. And both of them do activities while occasionally putting snacks into the mouth and listening to the song being played.

The atmosphere was calm and very calm.

"Female, how? It's been a while since you started painting. Do you want to finish your painting today or do you want to stop and continue later? Or do you want to rest for a while?" ask Damia

"It's a pity if I stop or rest even though the sketches have become a little more and only refinement by coloring it," replied Angga

"I just don't want you to push yourself. Just do it casually and do not need to feel burdened by having to do it perfectly or put the sting of time" Damia said

"I did it because I was happy and did not feel burdened at all, but because it felt so pleasant, I did not want to stop before actually completing it" said Angga

"Again, isn't this good for therapy as well? And if you have started therapy, then you have to finish the therapy? Otherwise when stopping in the middle of the therapy process will make the feeling of being unpleasant and not good" continued Angga

"Even so, the patient will not immediately recover by doing once or twice therapy only because all the therapeutic process will be very long and take a while. After all, the main function of this therapy is only to calm and please themselves so that the patient will continue to feel happy and the feeling of pleasure that brings healing for him. So, just do it slowly," Damia said

"It is precisely because I do it with pleasure that I want to do it earnestly and finish it well" Angga said

"All right, I get it. Indeed that's what we all hope for, which is that you recover well" Damia said with a smile.

"In that case, can I ask you to help me get me an extra snack? The snack that you prepared earlier is about to run out," said Angga asked.

"alright. I'll get you a drink too" Damia said

Damia immediately turned outside from the art room to the kitchen to pick up additional snacks and make drinks.

When the beautiful sister returned, it looked Angga who had started the coloring stage on his painting. His hand that holds the pallet and grasps and inscribes the brush on his painting looks charming.

"You've already started the coloring step, huh? Can I see what that painting looks like?" ask Damia

"Don't, it's not over yet. It's not good if you see it now. You can see the end result when it becomes later," replied Angga

Just now Damia wanted to step closer, but the beautiful sister stopped her steps. The nurse girl did not intend to disturb Angga if the man did not want her.

Damia's position was in front of Angga who was painting and covered with a painting board until the beautiful sister could not see what kind of painting made by Angga or see when the man I paint clearly.

"All right, it's up to you. Then, you should paint and show me good paintings. I'll judge the painting later" Damia said

"You're talking like that, do you feel like I'm ignoring you?" ask Angga

"I really want to see and assess the painting you've created in person" Damia replied

"I also asked in earnest because I felt guilty right now as if I was ignoring you even though it wasn't really like that" murmured softly Angga

..."Maybe I am the one who feels bad alone. Though I am the one who thinks and imagines you most often in my mind at all times" Angga said...

The atmosphere was back in silence and both of them were silent because they were cool in their respective activities. However, only Damia is more often silent because the beautiful sister is just waiting and accompanying Angga who is currently painting.

After a long time has passed ....

"Female, how are you feeling? Do you feel good when you paint while listening to a song?" ask Damia

"Yes, I really enjoyed it" Angga replied

..."However, the truth that made me feel the most happy was when you were there to accompany me here. I almost thought you were going to ask, Do I like you? Again only I feel ge'er alone, "into Angga...

A few minutes later ....

"Finally, I'm almost done. Just give it the finishing touch" said Angga

"Yes, but please be careful. Do not let you touch it because the color paint has not dried at all and is still wet," replied Angga

"alright. I understand it too" said Damia

Damia stepped closer towards Angga and looked at the painting made by the man. The beautiful sister was surprised because it turned out that her figure was in the painting made by Angga.

"Is this me? What was the reason you chose to paint me?" ask Damia

"Because you're the one who always makes me feel good. You also exist and are included in my lost memories and I really hope to remember all things about you again" Angga said

"Not in the middle of a rose garden, but instead bougenville flowers? What made you choose this floral setting for you to paint?" ask Damia

"I think it's the same, equally prickly, but it looks pretty. Any flower looks beautiful and you are more beautiful than the flower itself. After all, just like you and I have a relationship, I also feel like we have a relationship with bougenville flowers. As if the flower could always make kits meet," explained Angga

"Then, despite all that, why is the sky gray? Is that when the weather is cloudy? It doesn't seem like it because everything seems bright other than the sky?" ask Damia

"If it's about that, I don't know. I don't know either, I just feel like making it that way. Why, huh? Do you know the reason? Did we ever meet when the sky was overcast?" ask back Angga

"I don't remember until such a detail because it's been a long time. But, like this painting ..Your memory and your experience are your own. Only you know it yourself and only you can answer your own questions after being able to remember everything again. Because what I'm feeling isn't necessarily how you feel, either" Damia explained

"Forget it over that. You said you wanted to judge the painting? So, what's the value from 1 to 100?" ask Angga

"Hmm ... value, maybe 90," Damia replied

"Why? Not 99 or 100, but 90? Is it because the sky is cloudy?" ask Angga

"It's up to me to rate how much dong .. " replied Damia.

"When I have painted you, you know ." said Angga.

"Did you paint me because you wanted to get a high score from me?" ask Damia

"No really. Because I feel happy and because you are beautiful" Angga replied

"Basic, dreadlocks!" damia

"Kok being a tombal, anyway? I'm talking about the reality" Angga said

"Forget about it. How do you feel after painting? Do you feel like you can remember something?" ask Damia

"No. Not yet," answered Angga

"It's okay, but be stiff don't give up and keep trying. Keep up the spirit" said Damia

The goose can only nod small.

..."Maybe you chose the gray color for your painting because actually your memory of me is a dark memory. You're just unconscious because you don't remember it" Damia said...

"I want to dry this painting first so that it will dry quickly" said Angga

"Yes, go ahead, please" said Damia

Angga also brought his homemade paintings to the yard to be dried so that the dye dries faster.

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Seriate.