15 Years of Changing Everything

Traditional Market.

The next day, the,

Ista just finished cleaning himself and changing clothes, then opened the window of the room that immediately saw the sunrise on the beach.

“I didn't bring my painting tools,” complained Ista

Ista regretted not bringing his painting tools while watching the sunrise.

Suddenly the sound of her bedroom door.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

“Ista, are you inside?” asked Aka while knocking on the door of Ista's room.

Ista felt that it was still morning, why Aka came to her.

“Yes, what's wrong?"

“Let's go to the next place, do you still want to be here,” said Aka.

Ista was surprised by what Aka said, then Ista hastily opened the door of her room and asked while looking at Aka, “Other place?”

looking at Ista's surprised facial expression, Aka said, “Iya, indeed the place we want to survey here is just” .

Ista was upset that Aka had just told him, if he found out Ista would bring another copy.

“But, I don't bring any more clothes.”

Huft.

“Why don't you bring a lot of copy," Aka rebuked because Ista didn't bring a copy anymore even though it was told during the discussion yesterday.

“You did not say, that we will travel during this” debate Ista.

I remember that there was a good place to go,

“Already, we will stop by the market" said Aka.

Ista was happy to finally let go of her fatigue through shopping because Ista had not gone to shop for a long time.

“Ok, wait a minute.” Ista said with a pleased expression.

Brakes.

Aka looked at the closed door strangely and said, “This woman is easy to change her mood, well.”

Aka waited for Ista by leaning against the door while whispering, “Is she pms?”

Instantly.

Submersible.

Ista opened the door of her room which made Aka fall into the room.

Ista was surprised because Aka fell down the moment she opened the door, then asked, “What are you doing?”

Aka immediately stood up and tidied up her clothes.

“No.”

“Come,” said Ista while walking out of the inn.

Aka followed Ista behind her who walked out of the inn.

arriving outside the inn they wait for Aka's car brought by the parking attendant.

Ran is cleaning up his luggage with his friends because it is time for him to change places.

Realizing that there is an Ista not far from him, Ran came to him by running.

“Ista” call Ran.

“She again” whispered Aka who shifted her gaze to the sound source.

Ran reached beside Ista, then asked Ista while pointing to Aka, “What are you doing here? Together with him.”

Ista felt her gaze dyed by Ran's hand, then lowered her.

“Ak..,” Say Ista before being interrupted by the word Aka

“Do you not see, that we are outside. Belarti we want to go” interrupted Aka to Ran by distancing his gaze.

“Hey, I'm not asking you,” reprimanded Ran.

Huft.

“Can't you guys stop fighting in front of me” complained Ista who heard their fight back.

Brreeeemm.

A gray sports car stopped in front of them and someone got out of there, then gave the keys to the car to Aka.

“This is key”

“Thank you” reply Aka.

Aka immediately pulled Ista's arm to enter her car.

“Wait,” said Ista is being pulled by Aka.

“Come, later masyangan” concluded Aka.

“Baiklah” reply Ista.

“Where are you?” ask Ran.

“Not your business” replied Aka while pullingIsta.

Ista felt her hand in pain, then reprimanded Aka, “Can, you let go of my hand.”

“Sorry, I seem too strong to pull you.”

Ista held her hand while stretching it.

They enter Aka's car, while Ran looks at her with a sharp look.

“This man is not easy to deal with.”

Ran turned around and went back to helping his friends tidy up their belongings.

Breeemm.

Aka starts the car, then goes to the place he wants to go.

Ista felt that Aka was driving her car without telling her the destination.

“Hey, where do we go? Didn't you say we go to the market first,” Ista scolds.

Aka glanced at Ista as she was driving while answering, “Indeed, I am heading to the traditional market in the area here.”

Ah

“Why, you can know it” added Ista who was surprised because Aka knew the place.

“I often come here to calm my mind,” explained Aka.

Hmmmm.

“It turns out there's something I don't know about him. Why I think about it.”

Bbbrrreeemmm.

Aka passing through a traditional market.

Traditional markets where locals sell works, such as: typical beach carajinan, food, and who come to the place are not only natives, but most from outside the region.

“We arrive,” said Aka

Ista saw a crowded market for people to make buying and selling transactions.

“Can, we go down now”

“Wait, not here. There is a special place to park the vehicle,” explained Aka.

Ista was disappointed that he could not enter the market immediately, so Ista looked at the window.

“See, view. The painting is good” said Ista while pointing from inside the car.

Aka already understood that Ista would like the place he went to, because the place is famous for the work of the locals.

Aka glanced at Ista who was looking at the market through her car window.

“You should be like this, don't you always show me your joy.”

They arrived at a specially provided parking lot.

Ista immediately rushed out of the car while saying, “Come, hurry.”

“Iya, yes,” Aka replied.

Ista walked to the entrance of the market in a hurry with di accompanied Aka behind her.

Seeing so many people coming to the market, Ista asked Aka who was behind him, “What this place is always crowded like this.”

“Iya, this market becomes the economic center of the region here,” replied Aka.

Hmmmmmmm.

Ista nodded her head at Aka's explanation while looking at the locals' merchandise.

Ista was happy to come here, if there are so many beautiful works of locals.

Ista was surprised at what he saw.

“That, the famous painting in my previous life.”

Ista immediately rushed to run to the seller of the painting.

“Ista, wait,” said Aka who saw Ista running, then immediately followed him.

Arriving Ista at the painting seller, then Ista greeted, “Excuse me.”

The seller turned his gaze to Ista while saying, “Iya, do you want to buy my painting.”

Ista observed the painting he was looking for, then asked, “What painting is this?.”

The seller glanced at Ista coldly because he thought he wanted to buy the painting, but instead asked something.

Aka followed Ista, saw her was observing the painting, then asked, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I'm looking to buy this painting.” Ista replied while looking at the painting.

Ista recalled the painting in his previous life was very similar to the one in front of him.

“What's true, this painting.”

then Ista Remembering the events in his previous life, Ista who changed his job to an art collector. That is why Ista understood little of the price of a work, but when compared with Aka. Ista was not comparable to him, even in his previous life Ista was often deceived by him.

In his previous life, Ista had always competed with Aka for a painting. In the event of an auction or come directly to the painter to buy a painting.

“This painting, even reminds me of him before,” Ista thought while glancing at Aka sharply

Aka felt that her air was unpleasant, then glanced at Ista who was looking at her sharply.

“What do you see,” Aka said while looking at her.

Ista immediately regained consciousness, then asked Aka, “What do you think of this painting?”

Aka observed the painting I want to buy, not long later whispered to Ista, “You have to buy it.” Covering his mouth from the seller.