Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Sun and The Empress

"Lu know where to rent clothes, Ra?" tanya Tara is sitting sweetly on the passenger bench.

"What clothes, you have used all rent," Kiara turned her steering wheel back to the main road and crossed the city of Jakarta which is rarely smooth as now. But it is temporary.

"Well, the cave wants to come to the art exhibition. This one should look like that, you know," Tara thought of her collection of clothes mostly office clothes. While the clothes that he deserves to wear to the wedding are not connected to welcome such an event.

"Yes, depending on who you are," teased Kiara and got a toyoran on the shoulder. "Eh this cave again. Your energy is lacking."

"Vangke" said Tara. "Gua squirms his show yes, not with whom the cave went."

"Yes, the caveman believes," Kiara responded while replacing the radio channel that now performs Billie Eilish.

"Sue," Tara laughed.

"Yaudah, you'll be writhing her show, all the while making the two guys hot with whoever you go to later," Kiara replied. "I think there are some branded clothing rental services that."

"Gua search on google mostly dance clothes, well later the cave is thought to include the display of art," Tara looked at the red light highlights along the way. Welcome to Jakarta's traffic.

"HAHAHAHA, CAVE CAN NGEBAYANGIN ANJIIIIIRR," Kiara took her phone and typed something in there. This stuck situation made him just play the clutch and brake all the way while his two hands were free to do anything.

"Now," Kiara handed over her phone which already showed off some pretty decent clothes she was wearing while attending the exhibition. While the owner of the phone has returned to concentrate on the wheel.

He fell in love with a white dress with asymmetrical cut detail on the bottom. The dress looks simple yet luxurious and can look formal as well as informal at the same time. Love at first sight.

"So who are you going to walk?"

"Either," Tara transferred the dress information to her phone so she could visit the rental.

"Your heart?"

"Have gone on strike talk about her," Tara replied accordingly.

"This child is very difficult to talk to," Kiara was upset and only answered with a loud Tara laugh.

***

Tara had passed the exhibition building where Genta worked when she had to join Bu Salma meeting with clients at a restaurant. Just like what would happen if his office held an event, within a 1 km radius of his gallery building, Aji Harada's pictorial pennants had graced the right-left side of the street. No word from Genta this past week, Tara decided to send him a message.

Yoooooooo!!!

Nyiapin spirit showing ya 😉

Tara closed her conversation window as Ms. Salma asked for some points from her report.

***

Genta felt a small vibration in his pants pocket, he still noticed a sculptural display as small as a ball of casti trying to fit right above the medium that made the object constantly drift. When he picked up the phone and saw a short message from Tara, he smiled. His fatigue faded a little but he could not reply to the message again put the phone in his pocket.

He and some of his co-workers are tidying up Aji Harada's artwork displays and making sure this afternoon is neatly arranged. Because Aji Harada is coming later tonight to see the readiness of his showroom.

"Mas, the light is dimmed a little can it?" The lamp that houses the small sculpture is reduced in intensity and when in the taste of Genta is dim enough that he wants he stops it. The ball appears to float and move slowly under dim light, the header reads INTI. But genta intrepetation drifts away on the fetus in a dark cavity.

"Why are your lights dimming?" someone in the back asked Genta-regulated display.

Genta turned his head and found Aji Harada who was paying attention to his work while thinking. He was surprised that the artist had arrived sooner than previously. Genta retreated to match his position with Aji Harada, an artist in his mid-40s who for some reason did not lose his stature. If the two of them side by side look like fellow comrades.

"Father of Aji," said Genta.

"Harada, enough," Aji Harada's gaze could not be separated from his artwork, "what reason did you make to dim the lights?"

"THE CORE I see is much like a fetus," Genta argues. "Just as INTI has a goal of always moving freely but dominant, has a goal to move. Fetus as well," Genta stopped feeling too talkative with his own understanding in front of the creator of the work, he felt himself look arrogant.

"Continue" said Aji Harada.

"Fetus is the beginning of a man, he is free yet dominant. It can affect a woman's life and even the family that has it" Genta explained. "Then as he got bigger, his existence should have been an impact. And why do I dim the lights, because the fetus is in the darkness of the womb."

"Is..." Aji Harada turned to face Genta, "Have all my work been arranged?"

"Team section arrangement there are some people," Genta sergeant. "so not all I set, Harada."

Aji Harada patted Genta on the shoulder, "May all workers have the sharpness of judgment as you do. I like your opinion and the way you explain."

"Honor to us, Harada. You are already interested in holding an exhibition of your work in this gallery, we are much more grateful," said Genta.

Aji Harada took her phone and called someone, "Please replace INTI script with FETUS," she told someone in the conversation while leaving Genta with her 'Fetus.

A sense of relief is more pervasive after Inti or who has now been baptized into Fetus is completed on display. He hopes the media where the floating fetus does not exist until the artwork is likely to break.

"For dong," Mita suddenly enters and picks up a small mug on the storage cabinet.

"Take it, there's more" he replied, enjoying the heat and the relief from his own glass.

"Ah, the Harada is very bad. Have some food for the gala dinner replaced, even until the Catering," Mita murmured. The glasses girl. He always wears colored clothes every day so it is not difficult to find them in the crowd. Mita was responsible for the evening dinner part of the event and today also held a food tester in a special room east of the entrance.

"Food is protested, how the children display," Mita sipped her coffee. "Ahh.. so delicious."

Genta did not respond, because Aji Harada even praised him.

***

"HTM pas gala dinner mehong abis," Vanka check the entrance ticket exhibition on the CreArt Galery website, also a ticket seller site that works together. "At PegiKarcis only get a 5% cut from 2.8. Hahhh, Berryl is also the most interested, except that Kaguya's worth it action figure already exists."

"Yes, don't you," Tara twirled her chair. Fortunately, he took the initiative to rent clothes that were appropriate. Until now Tara never knew how much the entrance ticket price of the exhibition, even looking for the info was not.

"I would like to see the pain so much so that the relationship of the cave ama Berryl feel dapet added value howaaaa so. Very kaann art," Vanka said humor. "All you do."

"What's up?" Tara giggles. "The cave is not that big."

"Just cry, want to see who is overheated," Vanka raised his eyebrows. He was excited when he found out Genta and Rendi invited Tara to the exhibition.

"There is a cave intention for one-sided manas-manasin, aja belom cave make a decision who will go with whom. You've been excited," Tara stretched her body.

Vanka blushed her lips, "Your report is done?" reply Vanka fierce.

"Thank you, you know the cave ngingetin make a report," Tara put on a bete face and turned back to look at the computer and hundreds of pages of reports that she had to input.

"Jaudah cave back to the cave table, bye," Vanka stood just as Susi stepped in her path. The two looked up then both of them parted with fierce gestures. It was as if when they looked at him there were flashes from both of his eyeballs.

"Huh, they..." Tara returned to work on her report.

***

"Let's get a little waxy in this section huh?" said Bu Desti in the fitting room more to himself. Bu Desti, a boutique owner, was busy removing the clothes on Tara's body, Tara herself was busy covering her chest that felt too low cut.

Bu Desti looked at Tara's chest, "The night dress is so. Since the entire body was covered, then the cut of his chest was made lower. Or want to use a silver dress just now, with backless pieces," bargained Bu Desti. He did not want to impose if his client was not comfortable wearing the dress. Customer satisfaction number one for him.

"No, Mom, this is it. I'm allergic to cold, Silver Dress it makes me catch a cold later," he chuckled.

Tara looked at her reflection in the mirror, all looking perfect except for the part of her chest that was too low. Miss Desti is still busy pinching clothes and pinning needles here and there.

"Comfortable, ma'am?" tanyakanya.

"Enough, ma'am," he answered.

"Thursday can be taken yes, ma'am. Let me work on the dress to fit when I grab it, "Mum Desti helped Tara undress it.

***

Rendi sits on the balcony of his inn, BNB which is quite comfortable seems to have its own villa. There is a 7 x 3 meter swimming pool in the backyard. There is even a sauna in BNB that is being worked on. A knock on the door, Rendi moved to open.

"Yes, Sofia?" Rendi stood in front of the door.

"You didn't let me in?" Sofia looked at Rendi.

"It's ten o'clock in the evening, Sofia," said Rendi.

"Then?" Sofia pushed the door until Rendi was automatically pushed. The girl came in.

"I don't like sleeping alone. Anyway my room feels weird," Sofia immediately landed her body on the bed.

"Weird how?" Rendi stood looking at the woman while shaking her waist.

"It's weird maybe because you're not there" Sofia laughed.

"Gosh," Rendi moved back towards the balcony. But his steps were held back. Sofia clasped his hand.

"You know, I like you, Rendi. And I think you like me too," Sofia stopped waiting for Rendi's reaction. "Again, we're just the two of us tonight. Why don't we..."

Sofia pulls Rendi's hand until the man falls right over her body. Rendi wanted to reject this invitation, but as a normal man she could not resist the excitement she felt. Suddenly outside the rain fell. The September rain witnessed how hot it was that night in Rendi's room.

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