CONFINEMENT

CH 118 - SANDICAL WIND SWISH

"Honey, we'll take a moment to Diera and Puan Rizza's residence, yuk!"

"A few days ago they said they wanted to make bridal clothes for our wedding" Disya said while holding Muhibbin's fingers.

The young man looked gently at the lover sitting in front of him, with a nod of his head and a smile on his back, Muhibbin agreed to the request of the lover.

"Yes." Yeah."

"We're saying goodbye to Dad first, Dis."

"Here, I'll help you clean up,"

"With the day not so late in the afternoon, we immediately go to their place" Muhibbin told Disya, The young man got up carrying dirty dishes towards the kitchen while Disya tidied the dining table.

The girl's face looked sparkling, there was a hue of happiness emanating from her oval face.

After bidding farewell to Sirkun, the two passed from the magnificent house by riding a carriage, along the journey of joking and jesting of happiness filled the sunny day, Disya's hands wriggled at Muhibbin's waist, and, occasionally the laughter of the two broke out with small talk of the two.

No matter how long they arrived at the destination, a beautiful building typical of the Beach Country welcomed both, seen Japanese trees and flowers blooming shoes decorate the area of the house that looks clean and neat.

Seen some paintings plastered on the wall, the second view is fixed on a large painting right in the middle of the room and leaned on a wooden triangle that supports it.

The painting was covered in black cloth, Muhibbin's heart was curious and the young man stepped closer, his hands wanting to reveal the cloth covering the painting, but Disya forbade it.

"Darling, no!" said the girl ayu to her lover.

Muhibbin shrugged his shoulders with a gaze that still implied his curiosity and the young man said,

"Why?" katah.

"I'm not polite, Bin."

"Maybe Puan Rizza had another intention, so his work was covered in such a cloth."

Muhibbin looks mangosteen while his hands are lowered from the cloth he will embrace.

"Yes, that's right, Dis."

"My curiosity made me forget." said the young man with a smile.

"When you see the artwork do not remember the left right anymore." chirped the lover, both of them laughed.

Suddenly from a room, came out a woman with an orange hooded with long clothes covering her arms and legs.

"Hi, there's a guest?"

"knee you're a bad-ass guy who wants to come here?" said the woman with her thick language, a big smile on her lips.

"How are your sisters?"

"Long nian did not meet the two of you" he said back.

"Yes, brother, it was the Ustazd who was always busy not having time to take me for a walk."

"The time is spent teaching and gardening, but I also need attention" Disya said with a smile to Puan Rizza who welcomed her, her eyes glanced at Muhibbin who was beside her.

"Hi, what the hell are you, Ibbin,"

"Mase-mase dude don't be so sucky, think about your life anyway."

"Pity you have a lover, He also wants attention from you." exclaimed Mrs Rizza with a laugh teasing his best friend.

"So I could,"

"My time is a lot in Surau, Brother."

"My students are now getting more and more and my responsibilities are getting bigger."

"Yes, if I rarely take Disya and visit here." replied Muhibbin to his best friend, the young man seemed to embrace Disya's fingers, his gaze full of guilt and lead to the lover.

"I'm just kidding, baby!"

"You are serious!" disya said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Dis."

"Over time we may not be together much."

"You know for yourself how responsible I am for my students and the Kingdom."

"Anyway, I can't just leave them." said the young man gently to the lover.

"I'm just kidding, really!"

"I understand your activity."

"I'm ready for you, Bin." said Disya back.

"Hem-hem!"

"Amboi, you guys! forgot if I'm here." teased Puan Rizza on both.

A reddened hue flashed across Disya and Muhibbin's face, before how long the three laughed together.

Small talk and joking fun all three enliven the atmosphere of the house.

"Oh yes, brother?"

"What painting is it, why did you cover it with a cloth?" muhibbin asked Mrs Rizza.

"Can I see it, brother?" reemerged.

The woman from the cognate Country only smiled faintly, in her face the face of the earthy young man in front of her for a moment before turning her eyes to the ayu girl next to the young man.

"That's just my imagination, Bin."

"Not a special de" he replied to Muhibbin.

In addition to a poet, Puan Rizza is also a painting artist and since his first appearance at the inauguration of Selasar House of Culture owned by the Circun family, he has been a painter, the woman from Serumpun Country settled in the Beach Country with Diera, a fashion designer and famous dancer from Flood Country.

"Bile you want to look at the painting, you can." said Mrs Rizza back without looking, the woman's hand uncovered the cloth that covered the painting.

A simple but meaningful work was drawn on that large canvas.

Disya and Muhibbin were stunned in front of the painting in front of him, both observing the work of his colleagues from the United States

The pull of soft but firm lines and color compositions combined with surprising perspective and lighting settings, make the implied mood of the artist in delivering a message that is very felt.

"It's beautiful but sad, brother." muttered Disya, unconsciously clutching her hand tightly to the lover's fingers, while Muhibbin stared deeply at the object of the paint stroke on the canvas in front of him.

Painting of hills with a stretch of weeds between the red copper sky and a path leading up to the hill splitting the lush pasture that is drawn on the canvas.

The silhouette of a woman using a support stick with a wind-blown turban stood holding a little girl in front of three navels under a shady tree, and stood with her, it appears that the little girl holds a flower in her hand and the navel in the middle is depicted more firmly as if implying the navel is the main object in the painting by Puan Rizza.

"What is the meaning and title of this painting, brother?" tanya Disya broke the silence. The girl looked at the artist.

"It's not de meaning, I just want to pour the chapter that I've felt for a moment."

"I don't name the painting, Desir Angin Sandikala."

"Why did I cross that chapter in my mind?"

"Nor do I know" replied Puan Rizza briefly, the woman from the United States was stepping towards the chair not far from where she stood.

Seen a change in the mimic face of Puan Rizza when telling the meaning of the painting of his work, there was a feeling of sadness emanated in the eyes of the woman.

Muhibbin and Disya approached and sat in front of Puan Rizza.

"If Akak deigns, Akak's works can be exhibited in Selasar Rumah Budaya."

"I see Akak's work is very beautiful and worthy of appreciation" Disya told her best friend.

"Thank you, I don't know where you're famous."

"Just not yet interested in showing off my paintings."

"Enough for us to enjoy ourselves je." said Seniwati Negeri Serumpun.

The atmosphere returned silent, the three were immersed in their respective minds.

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Note Author:

Congratulations on the fast 1442 H/2021 for the brethren of Ummat Islam, may in this holy month we always get pleasure and forgiveness from Allah SWT for all our sins and khilaf all this time and our good practices received by Him.

Stay patient in this uncertain time, always think positive and steadfast, hopefully the difficult times in the midst of this pandemic can we go through.

Especially for KAHANAN readers, I say thank you very much for following this writing until now, sorry if lately late update because RL activities are indeed very dense. Especially in the month of fasting, in addition to working to find a mouthful of rice and a handful of diamonds, I also still serve as a broomstick in a small Musholla on the earth pieces of nirvana.

Salutations.