About Us 1 & 2

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A head poked out from behind the hanging pot that was in Neha's garden. Smiled gently with her neatly combed strands of black hair.

"Hi," said Rezi softly.

Neha turned her face away, smiling gently to return Rezi's greeting. He was again busy with the flowers he was giving water.

"Well, don't you see me for a week? Kangen, right?" ask Rezi for pleasantries.

Neha shook her head, again busy at the plant she was giving her a drink.

"Haahh, it seems like I'm the only one crazy about you" said Rezi lazily.

Neha glanced at Rezi, smiled back and shook her head.

"Here you go, come with me. Put down the flush first," asked Rezi gently.

Neha placed the watering of the plant, following the footsteps of the sweet-faced man. Sit in a lounge chair near his garden.

Rezi took out a piece of paper from inside the backpack. Pouring a brochure in front of Neha.

"When I was on the project last week, one of my friends gave me this. Neha, let's try to come along, "take Rezi.

Neha read one by one the words contained in the brochure. He returned the sheet after reading it.

Rezi frowned, looking at Neha with a bit of confusion.

"You don't want to come? Wh why? You can paint, but this is just an ordinary exhibition, not a race. You just need to participate, "persuade Rezi gently.

Neha shook her head, she still did not want to show herself to the world.

"Of Neha, rather than paintings you are only displayed in your notebooks. What's wrong with showing it to the world?" ask Rezi gently.

Neha sighed, shaking back her head.

"Neha, you have talent. I know you have great potential in this field. This part is just an exhibition, you just need to paint a work and display it, follow ya," Rezi said again.

Neha shook her head again. Not that he does not want to, but he is not capable.

Painting is also not something that can be made carelessly. There are hidden meanings and messages that are presented in every scratch of ink.

Rezi sighed with a slight heaviness, looking at Neha with the expression of his mother.

"When I told my friend that there would be a painting that I could introduce to him at the exhibition. But you don't want to, what am I gonna say? Surely he will say I am a fraud later," Rezi said by saying his mother's expression to Neha.

"Again, Neha. Yeah, you're coming with this. If you don't want to help me, then your future husband's name will be labeled bad, you will?" ask Rezi melas.

Neha smiled gently and pulled Rezi's cheek skin. Sometimes Rezi can behave like this too.

Slowly Neha nodded her head, giving an answer to the gentleman's wishes.

"That's dong, I'll bring the tools for you, yes" Rezi replied happily.

Neha went back to reading the writing in the brochure. While Rezi continued to look at the beautiful face of the mute girl.

Staring at every curve of his face that was almost perfectly sculpted.

"Hem, Neha," call Rezi back.

Neha turned her face away, looking at Rezi's face which became serious for a moment.

"At the project yesterday, I also knew a young doctor, the best graduate from Germany. I've been asking you a few questions about the current state you're in." Rezi sighed, drawing up his words so as not to offend the woman gently.

"He said you still have the possibility to talk. As long as you meet some things that can help your vocal cords recover. So I guess, there's no harm in us checking, knowing you can still talk" Rezi said carefully.

Neha smiled wryly and bowed her hand. He picked up a pen and began writing the answer.

(Are you ashamed of my situation?)

"Not .. It's not like that Neha, I'm not ashamed at all. It's just, maybe if you could talk again, you wouldn't avoid the world as it is today."

Neha smiled gently again, but her hand wrote quickly on the leaflet in her hand.

(I'm not avoiding the world, Rezi. It's just that sometimes people like me are more comfortable in a hidden world. Not because I want to hide, but sometimes in this world, many people who can speak prefer silence to avoid a problem).

"But, Neha. I don't think there's any harm in us trying, do we?"

(There's nothing wrong with trying, Rezi. But I don't want to change what God has set. If He wants me to talk, He will create me with a voice. If I was born imperfect, then this is what is best for me).

"Neha, I don't want you to change what He has set for you. It's just that, sometimes humans also have to change their own destiny, if we don't want to make an effort, then He won't change anything either, right?"

(Rezi, sometimes what's in front of your eyes isn't certain. Sometimes something that looks certain can be pseudo. Sometimes a false hope can become a definite reality. We never know what will happen, but I believe that what I have now is a pleasure for me. I feel enough about all this, and I don't want to ask for more, because what He has given me, is just enough for me to be grateful for. But not to demand more).

Rezi was silent for a moment, sometimes what Neha said was very precise slapping his plight.

Even those who have everything still often ask, why should life be this complicated? Without him wanting to understand, what is the purpose behind all these plans.

"Neha, don't you want to be able to talk like everyone else?" rezi asked back, he was still not satisfied by the answer Neha gave.

(Not not willing, but I can't. Even I myself do not know how, how can I make a sound).

"You will get used to it, when you have it."

(But I'm more used to what I have now. Rezi, who doesn't want to be perfect? Everyone wants to, including me. But if being perfect will only take away my gratitude for life, then let me be this way. Because sometimes, people will be grateful when he is difficult, but he will kufur when he gets likes).

Rezi smiled wryly and scratched his scalp. What else can he say at this time?

Neha really made him realize, about many things in this life. One of them is how to be grateful for what we have lived.

Because sometimes in this life, we often complain to Him for what we suffer. But often we forget Him, when we are in the pleasures of the world.

Often we ask why?

Forgot to ask what?

Don't just ask why life is so hard?

He asked us what we had done to make Him happy.