About Us 1 & 2

114

Rayen looked at the painting on display in the corner of the exhibition gallery.

For some reason, when he saw the painting he felt very familiar with the picture.

Rayen called a waiter, asking who was the painter behind the beautiful artwork displayed in the corner of the gallery.

As dissatisfied as he looked, Rayen continued to focus on the artwork.

A hand touching the end of Rayen's shirt sleeve. A beautiful girl wrapped in a simple white dress, smiled gently at him.

"Who are you?" rayen asked when he saw the woman.

He pointed at the painting, telling it that it belonged to him.

"Oh, is this your painting?" asked Rayen coldly.

The woman smiled and nodded quickly.

"I'm sorry, can't you talk?" ask Rayen back.

Neha nodded her head, trying to keep smiling as the question re-sounded in her ears.

"How much did you sell the painting?" ask Rayen directly.

Neha gave a memo to Rayen's hand.

(I'm sorry, I didn't sell it).

"Why? Aren't you putting this on display to sell your work?" asked Rayen curiously.

(Sorry, actually from the beginning I did not intend to attend this exhibition. I came just to please someone).

Rayen sighed and went back to look at the painting. He really liked the painting made by the girl.

"Sadly, I really want to buy this painting at a high price," Rayen gently persuaded.

Neha let go of her smile and cupped her hands in front of her chest. Apologized for his decision not to sell the painting.

"You're done looking around?" ask Miranda who came closer.

"Yes .. should have caught my attention. But baby, we can't take him home."

"Loh ... why?" miranda asked confusedly.

"This girl is not willing to sell it to us" said Rayen glanced at Neha.

Miranda turned her face away, looking at the girl her husband was referring to.

"This painting is yours?" ask Miranda softly.

Neha just smiled and nodded her head.

"You are beautiful, not only beautiful face, but also have great talent" Miranda praised as she looked at the girl in the white dress.

For some reason, seeing the girl was like seeing Megi first. Beautiful with natural talent that she has.

"Miranda, what did you see the first time you looked at this painting?" ask Rayen gently. His eyes were still focused by the hand painting Neha had made.

Miranda looked at the painting closely, saw the painting or made it. Both reminded him of their family's favorite daughter-in-law.

"I'm like seeing Megi in this painting" Miranda replied quickly.

Rayen smiled and nodded his head.

"Why do you remember him?" ask Rayen back.

"This girl is like Megi before, she is like a stranger in this world. Struggling on his own from his living chariot, standing highest among the other lights. Because basically, it is the brightest light itself" Miranda replied gently.

"Sama, I also saw this painting like Megi before. The girl who was able to survive on her own in the cruelty of her world" Rayen replied.

For a moment Neha was silent, she looked at the painting she had done. Rezi's words were back in his head.

Rezi said the same thing to the old man.

Rayen sighed and stroked the frame of the painting.

"Well, I intend to buy this for Megi as her pregnancy gift. It's this old but he's still willing to give you a new grandchild."

"Yes, this beautiful girl does not want to sell it, do not be forced," Miranda softly persuaded.

"All right, let's see the others" Rayen asked.

Neha quickly pulled Rayen's arm. Stopping the move Rayen wanted to leave.

Neha shook her head, she again wrote a memo for Rayen.

(I'm not willing to sell it, because this is what I'm referring to someone's feelings. But if you want to buy this painting as a gift, then take it, I give this to you).

"Are you serious?" rayen didn't believe it.

Neha nodded her head.

"Don't want any money?"

Neha smiled and shook her head.

"Don't do that, just tell me how much it costs. This part is artwork, there is no way we just take it for free" said Miranda softly.

(Because this is my first piece of art, I don't want to appreciate it with money. But I appreciate it with love and compassion. Is there nothing in this world more precious than that? So seeing you who really love the girl, it is enough to give my own price).

Miranda smiled and grabbed Neha's cheek.

"The first time I saw you, I immediately remembered my daughter-in-law. You look a lot like her, but the more you see you say, I feel like you're a much softer woman than her" Miranda said.

Miranda mero the small bag she had in her hand. Take out two golden hairpins.

"Take this, consider this my affection for you. Didn't you receive someone's love?"

Neha clasped the hairpin and kissed Miranda's hand. Smiling wide again, after so many years, is this how warm a family feels?

Things Neha hadn't felt since she was a child. Because he lived alone with his father, the warm feeling of the family was just that he felt.

***

Neha ran towards Rezi who was still chatting with her friend. His lips smiled widely, satisfied with the work he displayed tonight.

"Hows it? Has your painting been sold?" ask Rezi gently.

Neha nodded her head quickly. Smiling widely, it was clear that his heart was very happy.

"Say, what price did they ask for? And how much did you let go?"

Neha showed two hairpin clips in front of Rezi. Rezi scrunched his forehead, not understanding the intent shown by Neha.

"meaning? You're selling for two hairpin?" rezi did not believe it.

Neha nodded her head back, Rezi rubbed her face rough. He was at a loss for words seeing the innocent behavior of his woman.

"Astagfirullah, Neha. Are you short of hair? Tell me, I'll buy you a lot of hairpins, why did you sell the painting with just two hairpins?" asked Rezi while holding the two hairpins.

(I told you the painting wasn't for sale. He didn't force me to sell it either, but he said that when he saw the painting, he remembered his son-in-law who had lived a hard life all along. I gave it as a gift, and then the woman gave me this as a gift of regret).

Rezi smiled gently and put the two hairpins on Neha's head. Pat the girl's forehead gently.

"Based on a stupid girl, come on, hug me" said Rezi softly.

Neha smiled gently and hugged Rezi's field body. The most comfortable place since he lost the only family he had.

"Why am I so in love with a girl as stupid as you?" rezi said to himself.

Neha simply smiled, replying to the close embrace of the two men's hands.

"Rezi," call Rayen soft. "You're here?" resumes.

Instantly Rezi's eyes rounded, he released his hands.

"Opa" replied Rezi in shock.

Neha turned her back, looking at the man who made Rezi's hand slip away for a moment.

"You," said Rayen in shock.

Rezi clasped Neha's fingers tightly, coincidentally meeting Rayen here.

"He who?" rayen looked sharply at Neha.

"He ... he's my girlfriend, Opa,"

Rayen sighed, looking at Neha and Rezi in turn.

"You're done with the show, right? Come with Opa home, Opa wants to talk to your Papa and Mama," asked Rayen.

Rezi nodded his head, sighed and glanced towards Neha. Sooner or later, the relationship between him and Neha will be discovered.

Ready, unprepared this reality must be faced.