Fake Husband - 40 Days Husband
Chapter 15
“I don't know where mom Xena.” is
Just next to Evan's feet stepped into Rudi's room, the lawyer was already trying to guess the purpose of his arrival there. Evan just smiled sweetly in response to Rudi's words, and instead made the man instantly goosebumps.
“I'm not here to ask where Xen.” is Evan pulled the side of his suit as he walked over to Rudi, as if tidying up his appearance.
“I just want to give you this.” Evan took out a box and thrust it into Rudi.
“A-a-what is this?” ask the lawyer.
“Toxic,” replied Evan then hushed. “Not! just try opening.”
Rudi's hand seemed to tremble to reach the box, until his eyes widened to see the car keys in it.
“Stop looking for Xena, just leave our marriage status like this until she returns to Indonesia. When he comes back, I'll take care of him myself.” After finishing his sentence, selflessly Evan turned around and sauntered away from there. “No need to thank, just do it as I ask,” he said half-screaming in style at will.
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Evan is trying to let go of not finding Xena, while the girl herself is trying to enjoy her life in England, in addition to painting she is also learning to be a curator and has the opportunity to intern at a famous museum. Although sometimes he was still sad when Evan's figure was reflected in his memory.
If it's like that Xena will definitely strengthen herself with a sentence ‘isn't it easy to forget someone who has entered into our lives?’ He was still daydreaming that afternoon, until one of his friends said that there was a woman from Indonesia who visited the museum, and needed an explanation of the paintings in the main gallery.
“He does not speak English, but is very interested in the painting, can help me I am still confused even though I have used the translator tool,” said friend Xena by using English of course.
“OK, I'll help you.”
Xena stood up and tidied up the front and back of her skirt, she even asked her friend how she looked. Don't want to hit everyone flat, but most people who love art are upper class people. They did not even hesitate to buy a painting worth billions. That's why Xena wants to become a famous painter, she wants her work to be a snatch of art collectors, after which she will donate money from the sale of her work to the education sector. Xena wants to open a free school for underprivileged children, and a school that teaches art to children.
“Excuse me,” greet Xena in a friendly manner.
The old woman with her hair curled and carrying a luxurious bag turned her head. His forehead that already seemed a little wrinkled increasingly wrinkled, as if astonished because Xena greeted him using Indonesian.
“Ah .. are you Indonesian?”
“True, I'm interning here,” replied Xena. “My friend said you are very interested in this painting, is it possible you want to ask something?” tanyanya.
“Yes, of course. I wonder why this painting is half the face of a crying woman and half smiling?” ask the woman.
Xena chose to come closer, now she stood side by side with the woman and explained the perspective of the painting. “In life, be it a feeling of sadness and happiness, both can never be lost from the human self until the human dies. That is what the painter wants to describe, when we are sad we have to remember the happiness that has happened in our lives, and vice versa. When we are happy, remember sadness so as not to become jumawa.”
Xena's easy-to-understand explanation made the old woman nod and smile. However, seeing Xena who was suddenly speechless he became astonished. There was a look of sadness that he could read in the girl's eyes.
“Do you miss someone? How long have you lived in England.”
“Ah ... the.” Xena pinned her hair strands behind her ears.” It's been almost three months.”
“Are you also a painter?”
Xena jerked in shock, “Where do you know?”
The woman smiled and grabbed Xena's right hand. “There are still paint marks attached to your hands.”
They laugh too. That day became the beginning of friendship Xena and Hana - a woman who he did not think was the wife of the third richest person in Indonesia.
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