Bloody Weekend

Chapter 3

Graciela West scratches a pencil on paper. He was drawing a wedding dress. 

His mind was turning to the picture he made. But his ears caught a faint faint sound.

"What I said was true Miss West. That we women should be able to have a firm stand. Don't just want to be underestimated by men. I don't like it when I hear that women are underrated. Or they can't work. I hate things like that. I said we can't be weak. How do you think Miss West  ?"

Graciela answered excitedly 

"It's true."

I didn't listen at all. Graciela said in her heart.

"Our Miss West, after all, the men are certainly not wrong . What's wrong with us guys meeting women in bars flirting with each other. It feels like the wives have no right to be angry" the model said with a smile.

"Yes." Yeah." Graciela replied half-heartedly.

" This dress is so pretty, " she thought. "The part of the neck in pearly berries will definitely be very beautiful. Maybe with a tile more looks luxurious. Small crystal crystals under arm. The front is like this."

In a flat tone he said

"You must have trouble."

"Oooh not so Miss West. Women easily melt with just seduction and gifts. Well not difficult anyway . If you have a lot of money, then everything is easy. Women can be bought. "

Graciela subconsciously replied 

"Of course."

For years Graciela has been training to shut her mind. It was easy for him.  He can do many things at once just by using his mind as little as possible. Now she is trying to think about designing the bottom of the wedding dress. She I gin made her like a mermaid model or a model of Greek royal clothing. But the flow of words coming out of the person next to him did not bother him. 

He can talk while focusing his attention. Indeed, a lot of model models who want to talk are not professional models of course. But most amateur models like this. Sepwrti's the model next to him now. They talk at length about themselves. Their family, their boyfriend. 

From outside Graciela will answer. But deep inside he was not listening at all. Just commenting in my heart. Her gloves aided in the floral model . Real pretty.

He continued to concentrate on drawing the clothes. Let the model keep talking. 

Graciela stopped the activity of scraping her pencil. Take another look at the pictures he has made. The model who himself talked to Graciela named Arthur Robson . She said

"yeah. I often tell my wives why I shouldn't waste money on other women. I work anyway.  The wives prefer at home cooking and washing. And again I even said Oh it's my money. I have the right to do anything. If not satisfied, the wives can get divorced. But you know if we threaten to use the word divorce. Women will become afraid. Of course they're scared. Because if they get divorced, they will be pushed to the bottom. "

"Of course "A Graciela replied without looking over.

"When my relationship with the women at the bar was just a casual relationship. I just bought them some presents. They just reply with a little kiss. That'sthat's all. I never even took them to a hotel."

"Of course not." Graciela Mumbled. 

He was finally able to fix his arm. For almost an hour she was busy working her job. Each stroke makes the picture more beautiful. Suddenly he got inspired. Will be added her a butterfly hair accessories. 

He'll give you the color lavender. And soon the design will be finished.  For a week spent working on this design. And it's gonna be over soon.

For the past week. He was constantly drawing but nothing satisfied him. He walked without thinking like a robot. Can't sleep, doesn't eat. Just look at the blank paper. He also became agitated.  Walking shower is not necessarily the direction. Even he became dazed.

He cannot concentrate fully. Just a shadow about the white satin lacy bride gau. With her tile and veil. White lilies. She even went to boutique boutiques and fashion shows. But there was not the slightest appropriate dress in his mind. 

He has seen all sorts of models. Start balloon model wedding dress. Or the delivery dress in a short suit . Or the wedding dress of the current model that can be upgraded just by adding something. 

But nothing made him satisfied. He wanted a different model. Something that can be an inspiration. He had come a long way to look for all of that. Some can be awakened by themselves. But some of them need something. Tired and tired to become one. But it suddenly made him open his eyes.

His eyes were empty like a blind man. His shoulder is tense. He felt tense as he hoped that inspiration would come to him. Her image would dress as she wanted to come and go like smoke. He can't hold her.

Then an inspiration came to him. It happened while he was walking the street in the city . There is a wedding ceremony in the church. On that day it snowed. But that sight he could not forget.  Like a fairy with a light twinkle walking slowly between a pile of snow and flowers . Pink colored flowers. He never saw the flower.

But it's very pretty. Even the bride is like a butterfly. She enthusiastically attended the wedding ceremony. After he finished he immediately stepped away towards his work studio. 

Sometimes he likes to call his model friend Arthur Robson to his place to just show the results of his design. Sometimes even Arthur sebdiri who likes to stop by. But she never called Graciela West by her first name. She prefers to call her Ms. West. Now this is where she talks to Graciela about herself.

Arthur Robson put his glasses next to his. The glasses are rarely worn. Only occasionally did he wear it. It was admitted to Graciela that she had a high minus eye.  He does not really like to use glasses because he says it can reduce his good looks.