The Sweetest Harsh
Episode 24 - Painting Hope

The middle alpha is both, bloated friendly with brushes and canvas in the afternoon before night. The curves of her body sitting on a wooden chair wearing a white t-shirt in the glittering twilight glow look beautiful in the lens of Tiara's eyes. The woman took the DSLR camera belonging to Alfa which was placed just like that on the table. Focus the camera eye in the right direction and then press the shutter button up to several times. Staring at the viewer and Alfa alternately, then moving places to find back the view spot that he thinks is right. The corner of his lips was pulled full upwards after judging for himself the results of his photo which he thought was not too bad.

Alfa crossed both hands in front of the chest to see the behavior of his wife who was now beside the canvas and was ready to shoot him with a camera. Tiara, who saw her husband staring at her in the lens frame, spontaneously re-grasped her camera. Undo the intention to take photos again.

“What are you doing?” Alfa looked at his wife's face with both eyebrows raised.

Tiara's face blushed because it was too engrossed in her activities so that without realizing that she was now not stealing photos of Alfa anymore, but took it on purpose because she was already in front of her husband. “Memphotomu?" he said with a questioning tone.

“Can?”

Tiara. “Looks like I can't just make you hate me. God already showed me all the crust in me, but, you keep it that way Alfa.” Tiara squinted one eye and then pressed the shutter button to go so many times with Alfa who was still cross-sectioned and then smiled.

Alfa almost lost her smile after hearing the invisible punch that Tiara suddenly punched straight into the bottom of her heart. His mood for painting evaporates already. Her memory opened up in the past days when she had an argument with her mother in the hospital. Really if there is a tool to remove memory and the price is expensive though, Alfa intends to buy it, so that all unwanted events can be lost immediately.

The man stood up and put down his painting equipment. Legs up, sitting on the rattan chair hanging at the end of the room.

“Cabinets.” Alfa arranged her sitting position and hinted with both her arms open to get Tiara to come closer.

With a shy step, the woman paled her body to sit almost on the lap of her husband because of the narrow seating space. After successfully sitting down with nyamam, Tiara then leaned his body on the chest of the man's field.

“Looks like you just felt what I felt.” Alfa played her fingers on the camera buttons and caught a glimpse of Tiara's shots of her earlier.

Tiara looked up with raised eyebrows asking for an explanation. Alfa glanced at him a glance then smiled obliquely.

“You feel happy not being able to take photos from this camera?”

Tiara smiled as she clearly knew where the man was going.

“Yes. Maybe it can be said that way. Is the result good you think?” The woman looked up again.

“I'm never ugly when in photos, you know?” Alfa raised next to the eyebrows with a seductive expression.

Tiara clicked deeply over the arrogance of this handsome pretentious photographer to her. Just sec. Tiara corrected the words in her heart. Alpha is really handsome. This multi-talented man is very handsome. Alas, Alfa met her completely imperfect self to complete her perfect life. Hey, is that worth it? Is he not like a pestle whose life continues to stick to Alpha and actually make it look ugly?

Alfa watched Tiara who was only speechless with a wrinkled look on her face. The man forced his woman to face him by dragging her chin after she placed the camera on the table.

“Moreover what do you think in your little head?”

Tiara rounded her eyes staring at the expression of Alfa who had turned grim.

“Don't you continue to humble yourself Tiara, because you are so high in value to me. Whatever happens, stay with me like this. I'm not leaving you. Keep that in your heart. I'm not leaving you. Unless I die.” Alpha seemed very emotional for what he said, because he hugged her tightly. Expose all the anxiety that is so real with a hoarse voice.

Tiara was moved by the attitude and emotion-filled words of the soul that were thrown from Alfa's lips that quivered until the clear hairs almost escaped her eyes.

“I'm afraid to disappoint you. I'm afraid .. Mama .. I'm afraid Mama will be disappointed in me.” Tiara stammered in her sentence.

Alfa closed her eyes with frustration that was eating away at her. It was not fear anymore if Tiara knew, because her heart had been broken, because her mother had really decided to be disappointed in this fast time.

“I don't care what's happening and what's going to happen. You seem to want me to die if you keep talking like that.” Alfa started to rouse and immediately he straightened his back, making Tiara rise from her seat.

“I'll finish my painting.” Alfa smiled wryly and walked back to pick up the brush as well as the color palette she placed in front of the canvas. Encouraging himself strongly to immediately incise the colors back. Not because of a brilliant idea, he just needed an impingement. And in this terrible mood state, he must immediately stay away from Tiara so that the desire to touch him does not become more so, because, because, it is certain that he will play rough later on against his wife.

Tiara was still glued in place. Look at every move the man made. Something stuck in his heart and made him feel comfortable. Yep. It's always like that. Alfa may have been designed and created to make her heart happy.

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“Wow." Tiara was unceasingly flabbergasted at the one-square-meter painting that was being installed by Alfa on the wall of her room. Abstract face painting with 2 face silhouettes, adult men and women along with many petite figures with the same face. The woman knew very well the express meaning emblazoned there.

Tiara is eager to be like her husband. Reveal anything into the canvas and draw beautifully there. Move abstract images in his head and pour them whole in the real picture.

Done it.

Alfa walked backwards while weighing the painting position with her fingers holding her chin. Smile on his lips. The man then slammed his body on the edge of the bed, right beside his wife, then looked at Tiara who was still focusing his gaze towards the painting.

“Good.” Tiara smiled.

“Can I hope?” Alfa did not let go for a second in her line of sight. Tiara turned her head, looking forward to the continuation of the sentence her husband was about to say. However, he even became misbehaved because the man was only fixated on looking at him and hoping that the woman would give an answer.

“Sure .. can.” Tiara slowly stood up and stood up. “Ayo.” Tiara stretched out her hand just like Alfa used to do to her. The man nodded, folded his lips and raised an eyebrow. Tiara raised her head pointing outside the room. Alfa stood up and welcomed his wife's hand and joined hands until they reached the backyard.

The dark sky was bright up there. The stars greeted them as the two came to the shade of the sky and looked up simultaneously. Alfa hugged Tiara from behind. Enjoy the beauty of the night with moonlight as its light.

“People say that the hope we aspire to will be easily achieved when we speak directly to the sky.” Tiara still looked up with a smile on her back. Alfa stuck her head between his wife's head and shoulders. Inhaling deeply the fragrant scent of flowers from Tiara's hair.

“Is that?”

“Hm.” The woman replied with a murmur.

“Alright." The man began to say. “Langit .. I spread all my hopes with your beautiful stars there. That I will try hard to live up to my expectations. If only my hope could not be realized ..” Alfa kisses Tiara's hair. “Then my hope must come true.”

Tiara widened her eyes in order to hear the words that Alfa had spoken. Looking for a moment at the man's face, staring dazzledly at her husband's bright brown eyes sparkling with the bright reflection of the garden lights, shining like stars in the distance there.