
Odelia is in a sizable hangar on the outskirts of town with her fellow artist friend . Most of them are street artists, they live off selling their works .
Odelia is proud to be one of the members of a community that some say is a minority . Lia is proud because from them she learned to live independently & struggled to meet the needs of life even with all the limitations .
" The model can definitely be handsome, she's your lover !? " ask a man named Elda, one of the friends in the community who is quite familiar with Lia .
Just like Elda was a daughter of a wealthy businessman .
" Not , just a friend who stopped by the house yesterday . She's Via's girlfriend .. "answered Lia who handed over her painting to hang on the wall for the selection of a painting exhibition in Paris next month .
" It looks like there will be a love triangle .. " said Elda who also brought his painting for selection .
" I'm not an actor, there are still many men in this world .. One of them must have been destined for me . You painted the tree house ?? " ask Lia who saw Elda's painting .
" That place is the only comfortable place for me. " replied Elda while taking a deep breath .
Although given abundant material but Elda always felt his life was empty . He doesn't feel like he's living in a good family . His father and mother live on one roof just to keep the family's good name .
Each of them has a mistress or mistress, and strangely they can pretend to show the audience that their family is very good .
" All will be well, you can count on me. " said Lia patting her best friend's shoulder .
" Yes I know .. You were lucky to be born into a family that loved each other !! From your painting I can see your fiery love for her, you are wearing a bright color for her depiction of face !! But there's a little tinge of dark color that you're also showing, you're hiding the flavor you've got ... "
" Came on !!! Hearing you I became hungry, how about we eat at the front cafe !? "
" Tract ?? "
" Ok .. but later the bell will return "
Elda is one of the artists who is good at judging the paintings of others &, although denying it but little heart Lia does not blame the judgment of her best friend . As hard as he hides but still burning in his heart .
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In the room where Jero was typing a message for the girl who owned his heart . Although not able to routinely send messages but Jero always tried to take the time to send a message to just ask the news .
Me: Hi, what are you doing ?
Love. : Reading a book
Me: I expected it
Love: That's all I can do
Me: Yesterday you said you were painting me, can I see it ?! I'm curious !!
Love: But I can't paint
Me : ???? Yes if you are still embarrassed, but one day promise to show me one of your works
Jero shut down his phone, a very different session of texting than usual . This time it felt too short to reply to the question .
Usually Via always tells a long story about all his activities . From the morning filled with scolding from Mommynya, activities that are out with friends until the night before bedtime .
Jero always likes to read the message sent by the girl, sometimes if tired of her routine she will re-read all the messages the girl messages to him . The girl's words made her spirit quickly return .
" Olivia .. Why do I sometimes feel like I don't know you !? "