Contract Bocil
Chapter 39: Painting

"Why did you sell the painting." Qaisya.

"The price is very expensive." Said the boss. Qaisya held his head, he was very upset with the boss who had sold the painting, but he had not agreed to sell the painting.

Qaisya immediately cried like a child there, he could not scold the boss, he chose to cry to vent his emotions. The boss who saw it immediately felt guilty, he was thinking what he should do.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Said the boss. The more the boss apologized, Qaisya's cries grew louder, she cried like a child.

"Well, I'll see the man again, I'll give him back all the money he gave me." Said the boss did not want to make Qaisya cry anymore.

"Promise?" qaisya said, wiping away her tears.

"Yes, I promise." Said the boss. Qaisya smiled again, picked up her bag and went straight from there.

"Where are you going?" ask boss.

"You go home. . " said Qaisya who went straight away.

The boss just sighed, he was thinking how he should get the painting again, he thought it was very difficult to do.

That beautiful afternoon Qaisya will not be wasted, he went to a tree near the street, where the street children were gathered. Qaisya immediately approached them, not forgetting that he brought food for the children.

"yey. . . . Brother Qaisya is coming." Pleased speech.

"Hi must be tired of you, right, here you have brought a lot of food." Qaisya said happily.

"Hore. . "say they were happy. They immediately ate together there, the street children loved Qaisya very much, how not, Qaisya always remembered them, the kindness of Qaisya they would not be able to reply with an object or so on.

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On a clear morning, Qaisya left for college that morning, he studied as usual, while at the campus Qaisya never had close friends, he only made friends while on campus but outside no longer, he was not, as well as men, he did not want to be close to any students, Qaisya completely shut herself down, she chose to be a butterfly student.

After coming home from college he would spend his time at home tutoring, he would paint according to his mood every day.

"How sir, has my painting been returned?" qaisya asked when she was in the tutoring house, she asked the boss when she met there.

"So gini, I asked him last night and he was angry with me. Long enough we argued, but no matter how I was wrong, so that person wanted you to go straight there, so that the matter was clearer, sorry if I troubled you." The boss felt guilty. Qaisya was silent for a moment, he did not blame the boss completely, because Qaisya was also wrong, why he had to put a painting there, should Qaisya keep the painting so as not to be seen by others.

"Well sir, where's the address?" ask Qaisya.

"I'll send it through wa." Boss. Qaisya nodded immediately. After that the boss went straight from there.

Qaisya began painting paintings that he had not prepared since yesterday, he had found his imagination at that time, every day many painting houses came to the office or business people who love painting, he said, almost every day many paintings are sold there. Painting houses have also been expanded, those who study and painters like Qaisya are different rooms, where Qaisya is a special place to visit many people.

That afternoon Qaisya took the time to visit the house of the person who had bought the painting, however the painting had to come back for him. Honestly the painting is a painting specifically for Alva, a painting that shows that Qaisya really misses the figure of Alva beside him.

Qaisya did not know what to say to the security guard, because he did not know who owned the house.

"Well, if you know whose house this is?" qaisya asked the security guard there.

"Who are you looking for?" the security guard asked back.

"I don't know his name, sir, but I'd like to take my painting here." Qaisya.

"Ooooo so mbak who has a beautiful painting?" say the security guard.

"Did you know about my painting?" Qaisya said astonished.

"Here mbak, I'm dropping in while I'm telling the story." Said the security guard, Qaisya pub nodded, he immediately followed the guard's steps.

"Know? my boss was angry last night because the painting was asked back, even though my boss bought the painting at a high price. Because of that I also got the impact, I was even angry too." Said the security guard's story. Qaisya just kept quiet, how much did that guy like on the Qaisya painting? to the point that he scolded anyone around him?

"Why did you take back the painting, it was so expensive." Said the security guard.

"The painting is very meaningful, there is no way I sell it carelessly, anyways the painting was sold by my boss without my knowledge, then I asked back the painting, he said, even though the price is high, I don't want to sell it." Qaisya.

"Yes. . wah. . . Great mom, not tempted by that kind of money." Said Satpam praising him, Qaisya also just smiled stiffly.

They went straight into the house, a very large and luxurious house, Qaisya saw in front of the magnificent house.

"Sitting on the couch first." Said the security guard, Qaisya immediately nodded.

He sat on the sofa, he looked around the living room, very clean, neat and luxurious.

"This house is beautiful." Qaisya. Qaisya's eyes were fixed again towards the place he was behind earlier he frowned when he saw the painting displayed there. Qaisya immediately changed her gaze towards the painting. He looked at the painting very closely, as if he was familiar with the painting.

"That painting?" Qaisya. Why is the painting in that big house? qaisya knew the owner of the house.

The painting he once painted with his own hands, there is no way he forgot the painting, even the painting was bought by the figure of the man he loved so much, he said, could it be that the house belonged to the man that Qaisya longed for so much? Qaisya's heart immediately beat faster than usual.

"Are you Qaisya?" asking someone made Qaisya look towards the source of the voice.

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