Sweet Like The Devil
Episode 31
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Plenty of paintings are on the white walls, I smiled at the many visitors who greeted me in person, Sweet Like The Devil. One of the paintings I worked on for about 2 years after losing the most precious person in my heart.
Two lovebirds tied to a red thread are pictured lighting matches with cigarettes on the tip of each lip. I looked up when someone patted me on the shoulder.
“Iya?.”
“Nona Viola?.”
“Ya true.”
“I Miranda, the president is interested in your painting titled sweet like the devil, can I talk to you personally?.”
“Sure, let's go to the office.”
I took her to my private room in this building, the room I've been living in since 1 year ago.
“Please sit.”
I picked up a drink that was on the corner table, and brewed for her, a beautiful woman in neat work clothes, just like mom used to when working in the company.
“As I have said before, the president wants to buy your painting at the price of $70,000 dollars.”
“What? Is he sure?.”
“True.” Miranda issued a signed check, and offered a letter of agreement on the purchase of the painting.
70,000 dollars is not small money, I can buy a simple house in my home country or buy a private apartment in the city center.
“Can I meet him directly?.”
“Yes, but the president is busy, he only has free time later tonight. If you agree, then you can meet with the president to submit the painting directly.”
“Good, I agree.”
I signed his papers and received the check, Miranda smiled at me, our hands shaking.
“Hotel Apollo floor 10 rooms 230.”
I nodded in understanding, it felt rushed to sell it but it seemed like I deserved to give the painting to someone who understood my painting, he said, and I feel that his boss understands that he appreciates the paintings I made at a price that is not cheap.
After closing the painting gallery, I left the building in a car I just bought a few years ago. The car that Dad likes and I like antique cars like this, I remember the pink car at that time, it feels good a car like this because of my hard work.
At the hotel lobby, I turned off the engine and got out, I handed my car keys to the guard at the door. It seems I was waiting because a waiter came to deliver me to the door that read number 230.
I set my heart rate irregular, looking at the clock that was already showing at 9pm on my wrist. I pressed the bell that was at the door, waiting for him for a while and the door opened.
The smell that I miss so much, my tongue is muffled, when I look at his face and his shady eyes. Time seemed to stop running, after a long time, so long that I did not remember many bad things about him.
I tried to smile “you want to meet me?.”
He nodded and invited me to go inside, just like any other luxury hotel, I sat on a comfortable sofa but it felt cold and unsettling.
Ares, I didn't think he was the one who bought my painting. “I came to hand over the painting.” I tried to be professional, opened the painting box and showed it to her.
“A painted memory is very beautiful.” The answer that came out of his mouth made me look. “How are you doing?.”
“What?.”
“I'm fine.” I tried to smile kindly, quite surprised that Ares seemed to have more mature thoughts than the last time we met. “How about you?.”
Ares looked at me with a difficult look, but I knew he was surprised.
“A long time ago.” I smile.
“I'm not okay.”
Our eyes met each other, as if I were trying to explore Ares's mind but not find his exit or his final door. Is she okay, does she eat well, all I want to ask but my lips choose to close tightly.
“I'm glad to hear you're okay.” He said with a smile.
I took a drink that was on the table and took a sip, I just wanted to break our relationship no feelings, only friendships, jobs, and relatives.
“That's me?.” Ares looked at the painting and looked at me while waiting for my answer.
I decided to shut up “The time is up, I have to go back.” I stood up from my seat, taking a step before answering his question.
“Viola, my feelings are still the same as they were five years ago.” Stalled steps.
I ignored him, opened the door to this hotel room and left. I didn't want the events that had happened to happen to happen again even though my heart was eager to run and hold her tightly, I missed her very much and I seemed to have no choice to reveal them.
This car took me to the club I used to go to, Barom came back to greet me like the nights before.
“What happened?.”
I came and cupped my head between my hands on the table, my tears fell, I missed her but I couldn't tell her.
“Did anything make you sick? Somebody said your painting was ugly?.”
I raised my head and looked at it sharply “you think I'm an amateur artist?.”
“Terus?.”
“I meet back with him after so long.”
“What? You sure?.”
I'm nodding.
“He hurt you?.
“No, it's just that her feelings make me so tormented, can I like her out loud like any other couple?.”
“Viola.”
“You even know that I can't do it.”
“Not like that, but wouldn't it just torture you back.”
I understand what Barom said was true, I lit a cigarette and ordered a drink as usual, but today I drank more than I thought.
Dad scolded me back for being drunk on the barom line, he knew me very well including with Dad, maybe because Barom lived alone here, he had no family so Dad already thought of him as his own son.
That morning Dad prepared some money-making soup for me, he wanted to get angry but with it, I understand my own father from the last five years with him, it was clear that he wanted to get angry again but chose to be quiet.
“Sorry about last night well.”
“You met him again?.”
“What?.”
“Ares, you met him again?.”
I'm nodding.
“Dad hope you weren't with him.”
“Iya well.”
After eating, I changed my clothes and went to the gallery like the day before. Mrs Alexa came to see me when I just arrived in my car in the parking lot.
“Mrs.”
“Someone wants to meet you.”
“Who?.”
“It seems to know you very well.”
I went to Alexa's room, where I saw Ares again there, wasn't he tired of seeing me after our conversation last night.
I tried to smile and greet him well. “Good morning sir.”
Ares looked at me “Good morning, sorry for not saying early to meet you.”
“It's okay sir. Can I help you?.”
“I want to open invest in art, what do you think?.”
“What?.”
“I told Alexa about this, I hope you can be a good advisor for some paintings.”
I looked at Alexa who seemed very enthusiastic about Ares's offer, what Ares really meant, what he really wanted or just a trick.