MUSE
SOSMED

MUSE

EPISODE 17'S

SOSMED

\~Can I hope to be someone who continues to fill the shadows in her beautiful eyeballs?\~

“Lenna!” jessi's voice roused me from the drowsiness I couldn't stand.

“Hah?? What?” sahutku.

“Crazy, yes, you?!”

“I'm still sane,” I said half-conscious.

“You see this!!!” Jessi put her phone to me.

“What!!” I immediately found my consciousness back.

“Crazy!! So great!” I covered my mouth with her shocked hand.

I saw a picture of a big billboard in the middle of the city with my face on it. I really can't believe that picture!

“This is really me??” yells happily.

“It's not you??”

“I.. it's me.” We jumped around in excitement and I hugged Jessi tightly.

“You're really a model now? So famous?” Jessi pushed me away a little.

“Huum.. but currently not famous, anyway.” I nodded and smiled widely.

“But I've been on modeling lessons too. I want to be a professional model,” I cried hard.

“I support you.” Jessi hugged me back.

I never thought I would have a friend that would be this happy. I should have been looking for friends, sharing stories and happiness, sharing sadness and tears.

—MUSE—

1 week later

I walked towards the multi-purpose hall belonging to the arts faculty. My eyes are still glancing over here and there looking for Alex. Some people are seen still passing by and occasionally stop to observe certain paintings.

“Excuse me, is Alex here?” I asked a guest bookkeeper.

“She's inside, you just look for her.” smile.

“Thank you.”

I came to fulfill my promise to see exhibitions from the arts faculty. They display their work during their 1 year of college.

I smiled looking at Alex's back from a distance. There were several women crowding beside him. They laughed and chatted casually, making me reluctant to just call her name. I paused my intention to approach him and slightly turned to look at the paintings there.

“Hey, the girl is not similar to the painting earlier.” I heard some people whispering.

“Not similar but indeed yes.” They whispered about me.

“That's the model, Alex.”

“He came, yes?”

They whispered something about me, I knew from the way they looked at me. Even though I didn't know the meaning of their gaze, I got a little scared. I tried to ignore it by going back to look at some paintings, to the point that I stopped my steps.

My eyes widened at the painting, a woman with white hair and her violet eyes looked at me. He carried a bunch of lavender flowers and smiled widely. I love it, I love its beautiful eyes.

“You like?” alex's voice surprised me.

“That's me?” I just can't believe it.

“Iya, thank you for coming.” said Alex.

“Are you sure it was me?”

“Who are you no longer?” Alex smiled with my question.

“You painted it very well.” I went back to looking at the painting.

Now I understand why everyone is looking at me? That's because my face was scratched on Alex's canvas.

“You look very pretty.” Alex saw the painting.

“You praise me or praise your work?”

“Of course praise you, I wouldn't be able to paint it if it wasn't for you.”

Words that truly pamper my ears and heart. For a moment I saw her eyes full of shadows on my face.

Can I look at him like this?

May I wish to be someone who continues to fill the shadows in her beautiful eyeballs?

“There will be an arts festival later this month, you want to go with me?” ask Alex to arrive.

“Festival? What's it all about?”

“Well like a regular festival. But there are exhibitions, there are plays, workshopslucis and graffiti, body painting contest.”

“Yes, do you want to follow? I can help you.” bargain Alex.

“Allowed?”

“Of course.” Alex pinched both of my cheeks.

—MUSE—

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A few days ago Julius asked me to return to be his model. Om-om maniak photo is long-time added nyebelin because often asked me to be a photo of the model. It's not that I'm not happy with the photo shoot, but that Julius who asks feels really tired. Too perfectionist, make it wrong, he makes me repeat and repeat again one style until the best results.

Ihhh..

Today I performed without make up, trying to be as natural as possible and look what it is. I wear a white dress with a tank top model. Even my long hair I let it unravel.

“Excuse.” I walked into the room we used to take pictures of, no answer.

Julius wasn't there. I went out and walked through his house. The large house with minimalist style looks charming. I passed through a wall with monogrammed gray wallpaper, filled with some photographs of Julius' work.

“He is talented. Unfortunately just hoby.” I went back down the corridor, my eyes still running.

I got to the end of the room, the door was not tightly closed, making me able to glance into the room. It turned out to be Julius' room, he was inside and was changing clothes. I could see his tight chest muscles and his checkered stomach muscles. My eyes did not even blink at all and rejected the beautiful scenery just now.

“Crazy..what other ordeal is this?!” I muttered.

If only his attitude was not annoying, there would be many girls queuing up to be his girlfriend.

Julius turned his face and looked at me. I was so stiff and so embarrassed. The longer it feels like my cheeks are getting hotter, I'm really embarrassed to be caught peeping at him for a change of clothes.

“Hey, you look forward to me changing clothes, yes?” Julius.

“Ngakkk!!! Geer, I-I just got to kok.”

“Your client is proof.”

“S.. who drools.” I felt it around my mouth, afraid I was actually drooling.

“If you want to see again say just do not need to look at all.” godanya.

“No!! Don't Geer.” I turned and ran away.

Akh... Why won't the shadow disappear!!!?

—MUSE—

“Lenna say any relation are you with the owner of this account?” Jessi showed me my photos uploaded this morning by Julius's social media account, lifeangel.

“One two three four five.” How many of them are uploaded the same Julius, I thought astonished.

“Who???” Jessi shook my body.

“Job relationship only. He asked in secret his name.”

“But uploaded this many photos..? Time you don't know??” Jessi raised her phone screen right in front of me.

“Hmm. practically secret kok.” I try to avoid the question.

“Liat captionnya!” jessi's orders.

#mymoon #myangel #lifeangelreal #myheartbeatforyou

Bruuss...

I sprayed the drink I was drinking. What is Julius' caption? Is he crazy or is he pretending to be crazy to tease me?

“What kind of writing is this?!” I took the phone out of Jessi's hand.

“My month, my girl, my angel, cih.. Still said there's nothing to do!” Jessi nudged me with her elbow.

“Totally really!!” seruku again.

“Bocorin dikit donk, the person as good as the picture ga?”

“Hmm... handsome anyway, but a little crazy little.” I showed Jessi a big smile.

“Ihh.. so want to meet, curious.” Jessi biting the cell phone.

Where might I say that the owner of the account is Julius. Jessi could die of hysterical excitement.

What I'm more worried about now is Alex. Follow Julius's social account. So he may not know, not see, and not read. I snorted with a bang.

—MUSE—

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