Confidence(new)

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That night Dara did not return to her room, she had fallen asleep occupying almost the entire bed, Saka relented by sleeping on the sofa. Saka deliberately wanted to surprise her with the arrival, besides that also because the task of investigating Nanta was finished, just how he would convey to the girl later.

A rowdy morning because Andara was angered by Tia's mother, they both woke up bad luck.mbak Tia had to wake them with a tantrum. Because you can not be late to the location this morning.

Dara took a quick shower, and even Saka, who returned to Dara's room with Mbak Tia, was not sure if the girl was actually taking a bath. His level feet stepped there and here making Saka dizzy.

"Lo's been wearing a jacket and kept going. Make up will be there too, right? don't run away from you!" annoyed Saka because almost Youara stumbled over the carpet.

"Udah hurry up and get your bag! I'm waiting downstairs!" tia's mom left the room first.

Ma'am Tia has prepared everything he needs, waiting below with other talent.

"I'm leaving! noh if you go out of the room Jan forgot in the key!" yelled Andara leaving Saka in her room.

Saka just rolled his eyes lazily, and then turned himself into a mattress. Saka fell asleep in Andara's room until noon. It was also he woke up because he felt hungry, his stomach thrashed want to be satisfied.

Saka returned to his room to take a shower and prepared to go out for food. Saka glanced at his bed that was still messy, there was a shiny object in the pile of blankets. Saka grabbed the shiny object, which was an ankle bracelet. Maybe it belongs to Andara thought he who immediately put the thing in his pants pocket.

Saka immediately took his order taxi. The taxi leads to the beach, Saka intends to find food around the beach. Contacting his other friends, it turns out they are currently packing to fly later tonight.

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Dara's still on set, she'll be done after a little while. But from that moment he was very interested in the gallery of paintings seen from his shooting place. His artistic soul seemed to be struggling to be satisfied.

Dara has been vacuum painting for almost a month. His hands were already itching to scratch the color in the white canvas. His mind had even been drawn by many things that slightly disturbed his focus.

"Well, try to express yourself more. As if there really is someone behind you." the direction of the young photographer whose name is already quite well known in Indonesia.

Dara returned her focus, showing the requested expression. She is currently in the photo with typical Balinese girl clothes. The purpose of this photo shoot is to promote a luxury hotel that was inaugurated just a few months ago.

The talent is also used by professional models, Andara including top models who have participated in European tour. He was the main focus in this shoot.

Time passed until Andara was quite tired, he was currently having lunch. Still with the typical clothes of Balinese girls he ate with greed, his stomach was very hungry from earlier.

"Bak will go back to the hotel first, Dara still want to travel around here."

"Yes, but still can not be tired yes, mbak also must be spit back to Jakarta," replied Tia mbak who was cleaning up the goods.

"Totally bad, yesterday he said back malem!"

"Yes, there's been a change of plans. Yes you finished the food, go back first." mbak Tia hugged Andara and immediately passed away.

Andara also finished her meal immediately. Quickly wash your hands and head straight to the front of the hotel courtyard, where there is a large gallery containing many paintings and some beautiful frames.

"Really pampering the eyes" he murmured softly looking astonished at what was in front of him.

His feet stepped even deeper, the deeper into his eyes the more astonished. He believes that the owner of this art gallery is a lover of classy art.

Her eyes were fixed on the night painting with a female object that only showed her back, long braided hair, and a bright red dress.

His hands were moved to touch, the painting gave off such a deep sense.

"He's the moon."

Dara glanced sideways at the figure of the male in his 40s who was also staring deeply at the painting in front of him.

"He's lonely!" andara said spontaneously.

"Well, you have a good understanding!" praise the man smiling kindly.

"Yes, this painting I made four years ago. She's a good woman who's strong yet fragile!"

"You want to hear the story behind this painting?" tanyanya who got the nod from Andara.

They walked towards the side chair facing directly to the beach. He told someone to make him tea.

"My name is Nyoman Mudiarcana. Call me Nyoman."

"I'm Andara, I've been so hypnotized by this place the moment I saw it." Dara said her admiration.

"You're an art lover?" Andara nodded in response.

"There is rarely a young person who admires the art of painting. My son just didn't want to follow in my footsteps to become a painter."

"Maybe it's not his passion sir." replied Andara joking. Mr. Nyoman's friendly face makes them able to chat casually.

"Yes, it could be. And for the painting we saw earlier, it was a beautiful woman who was imprisoned in marriage. She devoted her whole life to her husband. But her love was never reciprocated, even until they had a child she still never got love from her husband. Their married life only inflicts wounds on the woman. Loneliness is the meaning of the painting!" Nyoman's story while looking away at the story.

"Sorry, is.." neither did Dara continue her question, Nyoman already answered first.

"Yes, it's the story of the lonely Moon among the glittering stars in the night sky. She's my wife who died five years ago." The water's dripping remember the wife.

Dara tries to understand their story, because what is seen in his eyes is Mr. Nyoman misses his wife very much. There was a sad glint in Mr. Nyoman's eyes when the man mentioned his wife's name.

"I realized too late, he was gone when I realized that his presence had gone deep in my heart." Nyoman smiled wryly saying.

Dara can feel the regret, Mr. Nyoman too late to know if he has fallen in love with his wife for a long time. He regained consciousness after his departure. It is fitting that the painting also looks so deep, because there is a tragic story in it.

Dara talked a little about some other paintings there, then went home. He decided to walk because the distance of the hotel is not far from there. Enjoy the view of the beach that looks from the road where it stands. It was still ringing when Mr. Nyoman showed deep regret towards his wife.

Sometimes when we want to punish you, sometimes we do not realize if the time ahead is no longer waiting for you, then pursue what can be pursued and release what must be taken off.

At the front gate of the hotel he passed by Saka who just got off the taxi. He ran over to the man, holding his arm spoiled.

"Cock just got home?"

"I stopped by the art gallery earlier."

They enter the hotel together, teasing and taunting each other. The sadness that had followed Dara when hearing the story of Mr. Nyoman, disappeared immediately carried away by the atmosphere given by Saka.

They went into each other's rooms, and promised to meet at dinner. At ten, they'll pick up their friends at the airport.

Dara unwinded by enjoying the time soaking in the bathtub, complete with the aroma of soothing therapy. While Saka chose to sleep for a moment to rest his body, basking on the beach with a view of tourists passing by in a bikini made him feel tired, strange indeed but that's the reality.

Elsewhere Nanta is preparing to return to Bandung with Nadia, at the behest of his parents. Nadia painstakingly helps Nanta put his clothes in the suitcase, while Nanta is still busy with the college assignments that must be completed before his departure. They will be coming home together for the first time.

Nadia smiled happily, she was going to visit her father-in-law's house. Nadia hopes their return will make Nanta realize if now he already has a wife. Although they have not had a husband-wife relationship, but from yesterday Nanta was nice to him.

It makes Nadia so sure, this is because Andara is far from them. He believes if it continues like this, he will be able to open Nanta's heart to himself. It is only natural for a wife to expect love from a husband. And that's what Nadia is doing, trying to take her husband's heart.

Unbeknownst to Nadia, if actually Nanta is half dead holding back his longing for his little girl. Even occasionally his eyes glanced at the mobile phone hoping for a message to come in from Andara. Today Andara only contacted him for a while, but he still wanted to hear the spoiled voice of his lover.

They are in a labyrinth, and it is not yet known which path will bring them together. Will love win or destiny itself determine.

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