Marry The Heir
Visit to art gallery

“Paradisaaa…. Finally you came too..” the sound of the crypreng was Nita's who stretched out her hand to welcome the arrival of Disa.

“Iya ma'am, how are you?” salim on Nita and Nita hugged Disa tightly.

“Alhamdulillah good. You how are you?” pulling his body so that he could look at Disa in front of him.

“Alhamdulillah well.” timpalynya with a line of smiles.

This middle-aged woman always looked beautiful whenever they met.

Unknowingly, his eyes glanced left and right like they were looking for someone but there was no one else in this gallery other than Nita.

“Reza is back on campus for a while, he said he wanted to meet the dean. But lunch is here.” Nita suddenly. It seemed that he understood the meaning of the movements of the two round eyeballs belonging to Disa.

Disa blushed when she heard his sentence with a blushing face.

“Oh yes bu.” That's the only thing Disa said. Hearing Reza's name always makes her heart beat.

“Yes, what do you want to drink? Cold or warm? Juice maybe, want?”

“Em no need bu.” Refuse Disa subtly.

“Yes, you wait a minute we'll go somewhere. Someone wants me to show”

“Good bu.”

Can was sitting in one corner of the sofa as Nita went away for a while to make her drink.

Disa's eyes are still around to see the entire gallery that changes a lot. He saw his painting in the front room, just after he opened the door then, his painting would be first seen.

The room where he is currently feels more homy with the sofa bed and television sailing wide. Maybe it's the living room or the lounge of this gallery. The 2nd floor which is usually dark this time looks like there is a light on, maybe now the room is in use.

“Minum, you must miss this drink right?” Nita came with a glass of drink.

Mix fresh drinks between probiotic drinks with lychee syrup added basil seeds and ice cubes. Typical drinks made by Nita.

“Thank you bu.” Grabbing the glass that Nita thrusts.

“Yes, let's go to another room, someone wants me to show.”

“Good.”

He was moving out of his place. They headed for the room behind this room. Can be sure before there was no room in this gallery. The paint is still pure white, as it was freshly tidied.

When opening the door, look room with dominant glass around it. His eyes widened when he saw the canvas of his painting which was still on the easel and not finished he painted. He approached her and gently rubbed the white cloth that she so longed for.

From this room he could see the side garden where he and Nita usually had a casual conversation about art. Beside the easel, there is a small table where there is a palette of paintings and some brushes. And not far from where he stood, there was a piano that looked shiny in the sunlight. Maybe it's Reza's piano, no bigger than the piano in the living room, but pretty antique.

“Sit.” Nita sat Disa on the chair she prepared facing the canvas. “In this drawer there are a variety of watercolor and oil as well as other Painting tools including design drawing tools. This is for you and I hope, you often play here to make some paintings as usual.” He continued, holding onto Disa's shoulder and rubbing her gently.

Can open one drawer and look row of watercolors with a variety of colors there. It felt like his life had returned when he could smell the watercolors and oil paints greeting his sensory nerves.

“Thank you very much bu.” Disa with full taste haru.

Nita smiled faintly, she sat down next to Disa and looked at her right hand.

“If only this hand could still function properly, maybe we would sit side by side here and equally paint what we want to reveal.” Nita's face turned sad.

Disa also looked at the hand of Kanan Nita who still had a scar on her wrist. Of course not without reason the look on Nita's face changed softly. The worst thing in his life has changed a lot of things, including his fun.

Disa's memory brings it to the time of High School. The first time he entered this gallery was to do cultural art work from his teacher. According to Guru Disa, this is an art gallery owned by his best friend who had an accident several years ago.

A robbery takes place in this gallery when a group of people want to steal an expensive painting by one of the famous maestros. Nita was in this place and saw firsthand the incident. As much as possible he kept the painting from being taken by thieves.

Naas, one of the thieves, raises a sharp knife to injure Nita's hand. Some of the nerves in his hand were broken, so that his hand could no longer freely paint what he wanted.

Nita was desperate and devastated. Half of his happiness vanished after the tragedy. But changing years, he began to accept the reality. He decided to open this gallery as a place for children to learn to paint. Disa is one of them.

Seeing the number of young people who learn to paint, his dreams seemed to be represented. He was no longer sad and lonely. Although he could no longer paint, at least he could still see the colorful paint that made his life back in color.

“You like?” nita's voice sounded a little shaky.

Disa was sure.

“Do what you love and love what you do paradisa.” Message Nita with a smile.

"Yes ma'am." he said.

Desa sighed deeply, she did not expect that she would get this much attention from Nita. Like Nita, for Disa also painting makes her life more colorful.

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“Halo, yes mah?” reza's voice sounded firm when answering Nita's phone call. “Iya, reza is on the way home. Just a little nyampe.” Its effects. His hands were still busy regulating the pace of his car.

He is currently driving his car through the busy streets of the capital to the gallery. From his current place, he saw two women fighting on the side of the road. I think he knows one of them.

“Mah, it's already yes.. Reza nyampe. Bye..”.

Reza pulled her car over and got off in a hurry. He noticed the two women who were arguing seriously and he was sure that he knew her.

“You need to make your child an excuse to call my husband again. Your relationship is over!” shouted one of the women right on the face of the other woman who was none other than Ellen.

“But mba, ghea still has rights to his father's attention. She's still Darwin's daughter. Dia,”

“DIAM!!” “PLAK!!”

The sound of an earthy clap with a loud slap landed on Ellen's cheek. Ellen staggered, holding her flushed left cheek.

“Bu ellen,” Reza immediately approached and made the two women who were panting because of burning emotions turned to look at him.

“Oh, so you've got another man and are still itching with my husband?” the woman exclaimed with a cynical look at Reza and Ellen.

Ellen simply fell silent, she did not even utter a single word other than a rough gasp of breath and a sharp look at the Woman before her.

“Not, I just,”

“This stupid female crusher!” pushing Ellen to the point of almost hitting Reza and Reza immediately held her back. “Remember, do not dare to contact my husband again on the grounds of your daughter. Understand?!” mentoyor Ellen's head that was just glued in place.

The woman looked at Ellen and Reza sharply. It seems like his anger has not completely disappeared, but still he left with his long steps into a luxury car and stepped on the gas pedal and brake alternately, until the sound of tire squeaks sounded loud.

In a few moments the car went and mingled with other vehicles on the road.

“Bu ellen okay?” reza asked once and then looked at Ellen's face that was still down.

Ellen raised her face and saw her red, wet eyes. On top of her red left cheek with the corner of her injured lip.

“I'm fine. Thank you.” Reveal it while smacking his lips that must be throbbing in pain.

Reza's breath went soft and his heart went along. How could that woman hurt her neighbor in a public place like this?

He glanced at Ellen's fingers that were still embedded in the ring on his ring finger. He also remembered the words of the woman who slapped and scolded him. But he did not dare to conclude, he only had to make sure that the condition of the Woman before him was fine.

“Bu ellen where to go, I inter.” Bargain Reza with great attention.

“Thank you, I can go home by myself.” His trembling hands were looking for his car keys from inside the bag.

Looks like he has not found the car keys despite scrambling the contents of his bag. Reza noticed Ellen, the longer her face looked more and more upset.

“Shit!” grunt when the car keys he found instead fell.

He immediately crouched down to pick it up however, he did not get back on his feet. He even sobbed with his weeping that sounded poignant.

Reza, who was standing in his place, chose to turn around. He blocked Ellen's body from crouching while crying. He wanted to dissuade Ellen from the gazes of those who passed before them.

Ellen cried for a long time, like there was a big chunk in her chest that made her sobbing sedan. Asking doesn't seem like a wise thing right now. Reza could only let it go, until Ellen's feelings were better after she cried.

She wiped her tears and rubbed the strands of hair that covered her face. Then he stood up, berdehem set the tone of his voice that he believed was still hoarse.

“Thank you sir reza.” He said when he felt better.

Reza turned around, looking for a moment at Ellen's face which then bowed. Her face was so expressionless, she did not want Ellen to feel judged by her facial expression.

“Bu ellen where to go? I inter.” He offered to drive Ellen.

“I'll go home by myself. My feeling is already better, sorry it's been troublesome.” Ellen said that she smelled a smile while wiping the rest of her tears.

Reza looked at her for a moment, although she did not know what kind of problem Ellen was facing, but she felt that Ellen was trying to look okay.

“Be careful on the road.” Timpal Reza then with a thin line of smile that he showed.

Ellen nodded, then drove to her car parked in front of Reza's car.

The car engine was on, without ba bi bu Ellen immediately stepped on the gas pedal and the car drove on the road.

Reza was glued for a while. He's still weighing between letting Ellen go, or following her. One decision Reza took, he chose to follow him with a fairly close distance. The feeling is not calm if you have not seen the woman reach her home safely.

Racing at high speed, the car controlled by Ellen seemed to give a picture of the feeling of the driver. Moving quickly and recklessly makes Reza horrified himself to imagine the way Ellen controlled his car.

Several other vehicles yelled at Ellen with horns but it seemed Ellen did not care.

Up ahead, the SUV car was entered into a housing. In one of the blocks Ellen stopped her vehicle. Reza was still following and watching from a distance.

Ellen got out of her car and soon a little girl ran up to her. Not knowing what they were talking about, Reza only saw Ellen and the girl hugging each other and giving kisses as an expression of her love.

Reza tapped his finger on the steering wheel for a while. Before long Ellen and the little girl entered the house and the door was closed. Looks like the job is done to make sure Ellen gets there safely.

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