It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 36: The Source of a Broken Heart

[Some Days Ago, At Adit's House.]

“Yes, we make comics together,yuk?”

I was still silent about Adit's invitation. The sound of the printer printing the last sheet of my novel script sounded loud in the room. Adit then hurriedly took the prints. “Sip.” He said, then put the sheet at the bottom of the pile of manuscript paper that he held.

“No, ah.”

“Nolak, nih?” Adit put a stack of manuscripts on the table, next to the laptop.

“Iya, I nolak.” I said.

I walked to the bed, then sat on the edge. While staring at the floor of the room, I continued saying, “Honestly I don't think you can picture as good as that. And, you also never told me about it.”

Adit scratched the back of his head, “hehe..

I looked towards Adit. I don't know why I know what he's going to say next.

“I don't want to show people about this. You could say, I'm still shy, anyway.” Adit smiled by saying something serious.

I-i understand. I understand what Adit thinks and feels about his hobby. Why that? Because I also know the same thing. In fact, the results of Adit's images are really good, but why he still refuses to point it to people.

I just saw the results of Adit's drawings of a comic sketch he made, anyway, but with a sketch as good as that, I'm sure he's trained. He must have had a collection of his own drawings which he kept as personal documents. Yes, he is just like me. My lips smiled after realizing that.

“Lo definitely harbors the results of your works as a personal document, right?” I'm trying to make sure.

“Yes, you really. Wanna see?”

I shake my head. “No, later, I know for sure your picture is also good-good.”

Adit laughed a little. “Lo said that because you feel I also do the same thing like you, right? Have a work but do not dare to show off, still insecure.” Adit then retrieved his HP lying on the study table. He seemed to touch-touch his HP screen, do not know anymore what to do.

Because Adit is busy with his HP, I choose to open the snack I brought for him. I chose BBQ-flavored citato chips as my first snack choice. I ate a snack while squirming around, watching the contents of Adit's room which was a little messy, some books and cloths were on the floor, here and there. If in the bandingin with my room, my room is neater.

After a while, my HP shook. I immediately retrieved it from the jacket pocket and checked the incoming WhatsApps notification. As soon as I checked, it was from Adit's number. I immediately stretched him in silence as if to say, “Lo sent what?”

Abis ngeliatin Adit, I immediately opened the WhatsApps message. My eyes immediately sharpened staring towards the HP screen. How I realized what was sent by Adit through WhatsApps.

He sent dozens of pictures of characters with a very good anime style, at least I think it's good. I kept wiping the HP screen with my thumb, pointing it down, because he sent quite a lot.

“Gue has seen your works that you hide, and you have also stretched my work that I have never loved anyone.” Adit put his HP on the table, “We break even.” Said.

I heard what Adit said just now, but I am focused on sending images from him, not so glorifying.

So amazed, I could not stop paying attention to the pictures of Adit. For ordinary people like me, in fact, Adit's work is really cool, I can't even believe that this is Adit's picture. Some of them, there are anime fanart such as, Goku from the Dragon Ball anime, Naruto from the Naruto anime, Luffy from One Piece Anime, Ichigo from Bleach anime and many more. I can enjoy these pictures.

Not because I turned out to smile, I am proud to have a creative friend like Adit, because I am a person who likes art. I love reading books, watching movies, and enjoying music. For this kind of digital image, I am still quite ordinary because I do not read comics so often, preferring to watch the anime. I know, to make a digital image like Adit does it is difficult to ask for forgiveness, it must take a long time and practice. Again, I salute Adit.

“This bag..” I immediately cut before fully spitting out a word.

“Hmm?” Adit seems confused.

Wait a minute, if I say ‘good’ surely he will be humble and do not want to admit it. He can also be embarrassed by the compliments I give him. I know it's good, but maybe for Adit, the picture he's working on, which he sent me this for him is still a lot of flaws and ugly. That's why he chose not to show off his work or tell people about it. WhatsApps status he also never about digital images, never he posted his drawing activities on any social media he had. He is a cheerful person and often makes status on social media, but he is closed about his drawing talent. Even as his deket friend, as much as possible, this new mall I know that Adit can picture.

“It turns out people like you have this kind of secret too, huh?” I bit one Citatos chip.

“Gue doesn't mean to hide about my drawing hobby, clean..” Leaving his laptop on, with the display screen still a comic sketch he made, Adit stepped into the middle of the room, standing in front of me, he said, “But I've given up since class 1 SMA.”

I diem keep asking, “Reden means?”

“Gue can tell you something?” Adit put on a serious face. He took a pack of potato chips on the bed, inside a plastic bag that was next to me.

“Bby, story aja.” I'm ready to listen. Wonder what he wants to tell.

After eating a snack, he sat back down at his study table. Adit unwrapped his snacks, ate a chip, then typed something on the laptop, then he showed a picture that seemed to be his work.

I approached to see more clearly the image inside the Adit laptop screen. I stood next to Adit who was sitting in his study chair. This one is very different, the color is sharper and perfect. The girl's checkered clothes are equally her hair looks really good. Surely Adit pictured this with great effort and sincerity. I think I can tell you that he is an artist.

“Anjir, really cool this one.” I was amazed, could not nahan again to praise him, my eyes are still fixed towards Adit's laptop. Then I looked towards Adit, “This is really lo that picture?”

Adit nodded. “Iya, almost took three months.”

“For this one picture it took three months?” I gulped, not expecting.

“Iya, but good, right?”

“Keren, severe.”

I then ruffled my waist, keinget with what a few seconds ago Adit said. “Tadi lo say if you give up your talent, right? Mean what?”

Adit sighed, ate the potato chips again.The silence hung in the room for a few seconds. “Lo know, the girl I drew it was in the real world.”

“Yes, huh?” I looked at the picture again. This time my eyes are more thorough to find out who the person who is in Adit. The longer I watch, the more I realize something. Slowly, my brain processed the existing memory, until it reached the conclusion that led me to that figure.

“Jane, the exkul music girl who played the keyboard, who lo incer it?”

Adit nodded.

Adit poured all his feelings into this picture for sure. The details and coloring are so sincere, I can understand it. Then I thought of something.

“Try, deh, you show this picture to him. He must have been flabbergasted. It's so good!”

“...”

Adit was even bowed down atem. I felt wrong talking. Is it possible that he was embarrassed to show the picture to Jane and just impersonate it as a personal document? Just like I keep my manuscripts and do not want to send again to the publisher because repeatedly experiencing rejection and make me give up.

Adit squirms towards the laptop screen with a smile. He admires the picture, that is. And he said, “Gue has already shown this to him, kok.”

Oh, it turned out.

“Long time I loved it.”

“When, dit?”

Adit ate one more chip. “Udah long ago,yan. From class one.”

“From first class?!” It's been a while, yeah. “So lo this picture fits still first class?” I continued to talk.

He nodded carefully.

Adit looked at the masterpiece he made, smiling. He looks like the past. Maybe he wanted the moments he took the picture, or maybe he wanted when he saw the work he dedicated to Jane, to his people directly. I don't know what Adit thinks, but he went to me, “Lo know not, I print, then I frame a beautiful before I show to him.” Adit diem for a little while before finally nanya. “Lo know, he said what fitting I love this?”

I shake my head.

“He said, ‘Good, anyway, but why do you bother my picture?’ gitu.” Adit smiled, “Trus was even thrown into the trash, whereas, I hope it will be a display in his room.” Adit. He seemed to hide his sadness.

“Gilak, cold very tu girl.”

I know, Adit must have felt really down at that time. The work he made with his whole heart is not appreciated as it should be, even though he just wants to get attention and praise from his dream girl.

Wait, did he actually give up on drawing just because he did not appreciate Jane? Yes, yes, Jane's treatment of Adit is quite dangerous, but at that time Adit blush just because of it, he might not give up that easily.

“Trus, lo nyerah, gamau picture again because of it?” I asked, “Or is there anything else?”

“Can be said yes, anyway, I give up because of that. You can say I'm flabby or something, it's a liver problem. Very strange emang, but it feels my passion for drawing suddenly collapsed since then.”

Seriate...