For Kahiyang

46: The painting

Kahiyang silently heard Satria calling him with a call of affection.

"Kahiyang ... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It's not all right. I'm in slander. You are the only one in my heart. Please, come back to me," Satria continued to fumble.

"You're drunk!" accuse Kahiyang.

"Drunken? I'm not drunk!" Satria screaming.

"That's enough! Be aware! Avoiding will not be useful. Your wife is pregnant. Don't do anything no-no!" Kahiyang.

"Fuc*k you! that's not my son! How many times do I have to say, if it's not my son!" - yell, then the intonation weakens - "please, come back. I'm miss you, Kahi," Satria pleaded with Kahiyang.

"Stupid! I don't want to hear anymore. You're drunk!" Kahiyang turned off the call.

"Maybe he's drunk" grumbled Kahiyang.

Satria gets angry and yells, slams her phone and flips the table. Satria was drunk. His trip to Australia was in vain. Satria still remembered Kahiyang.

"It's hard for you to believe? I did nothing to that demonic woman! She's having an affair, and I'm the one who has to accept the baby in her stomach? What the fu*ck! Shi*t! Bang*sat!" keep cursing maki.

It's so hard to forget Kahiyang. The beginning of their meeting was not smooth. Hating each other and falling in love. Love makes everything go crazy.

Not yet fully aware, Satria has received a call from his mother in Indonesia.

"Hmmm, what's wrong?" ask Satria after scrolling the green button up.

"Stupid kid! When do you leave the foundation and your wife's child? Wife is pregnant, child is still healing, but instead you leave. Where's brains?" maki Melanie.

Satria who was still angry and drunk, also ignited to hear the babbling of her mother.

"Stupid kid? Yeah, I'm a stupid kid. The foolish son that his wife had fooled!" yell Satria. His head was dizzy from drinking too much alcohol.

"Crauded? You don't need to make excuses, Satria! Hurry home! Take care of your foundation and your family!" melani said out loud and then closed the call.

"Actus ... Breng!" Satria threw away her phone and kicked the table in front of her, after which slammed the chair until it was no longer shaped.

Satria has not been able to forget Kahiyang but he has been forced to return to Jakarta.

*****

Kahiyang soaking in a bathup. His body and mind felt tired, to the point of falling asleep and dreaming.

"Relse ... What's your name?" ask little Kahiyang to the teenage boy who was holding her.

The man kept walking and did not answer little Kahiyang's question.

"We're sitting here" said the teenager. Kahiyang nodded, according to. "Who are you with here?" continued.

"With Mama, Papa," - staring - "so I saw a funny balloon," Kahiyang added.

"Which way are you?" ask the teenager again.

Kahiyang shook his head, "don't know,"

"Okay, we'll wait here for a while. I called my family at the hotel," he said, then reached into the bag, giving Kahiyang mineral water.

"Thank you" said Kahiyang.

When the teenager was about to contact his family, he opened the hoodie he was wearing. There is a 2cm scar around the right neck. Kahiyang accidentally stared at the wound while drinking the water given earlier.

"Huh ..." Kahiyang woke up from his dream and sat down.

His dream was exactly the same as the one he had when he went missing in the Eiffel Tower. One thing he just remembered was the scar. I don't know what wound, which Kahiyang believes was a serious wound because it made it.

"The wound was cut" he muttered as he touched his own neck.

*****

Kahiyang went on foot, one thing he really liked when he was abroad. The day is indeed crowded, many want to spend the weekend by taking a walk or visiting the exhibition. The presentation of art lovers in London is very high. They appreciate the work of others. Their artistic soul was also quite high.

Even though Kahiyang was alone, his self-confidence did not diminish. Being accustomed. The young girl covered. Socialize enough.

"Hi, Kahiyang," said Rachel, her classmate.

"Hi, Rachel," said Kahiyang.

"You alone?" ask Rachel.

"Yes, as you always see," replied Kahiyang with a smile.

"Yes, I know," - smiling "want to join me?" haggard Rachel. It just so happened that he came alone too.

"Emc ... Okay," replied Kahiyang. Rather than with Jarvas, it's better with Rachel.

Kahiyang and Rachel enter the art building. The building is devoted to various kinds of exhibition events.

That day the painting exhibition was organized by the local mayor. Some paintings are on display there. The paintings presented are paintings of street artists. The mayor appreciates and gives a container for their works.

Kahiyang amazed to see the many paintings created by the hands of self-taught. They instinctively have a high artistic spirit without having to have an art and cultural education.

There was one interesting painting that made Kahiyang close his mouth.

"Why?" rachel asked when she saw Kahiyang was shocked.

Kahiyang shook his head, "this is impossible. Why exactly the same?" muttered.

"Huh? What is the same? Same with your painting?" ask Rachel again.

"Not, no," tepis Kahiyang. Then he observed the initials of the name in the lower left corner. The initials of the letter S.A and the year the painting was made, 2020. The 2-year-old painting is there.

"B ... A'S? Who's she?" mumbling again. Rachel confusedly saw Kahiyang's reaction, then raised her shoulders, leaving her friend to another painting.

Kahiyang was still staring at the Eiffel Tower-flagged painting with two human child figures sitting together. Exactly the same story as when she was a child when she was helped by a teenage boy.

"You here?" jarvas's voice was right beside Kahiyang. Reverie's scum.

"Huh?" Kahiyang surprised.

"You did not accept my invitation but you came here. And alone," Jarvas said.

"It's none of your business!" kahiyang said, then went to look for Rachel.

"Why is selling expensive anyway? I'm going crazy!" jarvas was upset.

Kahiyang did not look back, he approached one of the organizers of the exhibition who turned out to be free.

"Hi, Mr. May I ask you one thing?" ask Kahiyang to Mr. Cliffs.

"Hi, Miss. What do you want to ask?" ask Mr. Cliffs.

"On the painting there," - points out "can I know the owner of the painting?" asked Kahiyang, his expectations were high. There is a glimmer of hope to meet his childhood hero.

"The painting is already in the special storage room of the city gallery from last year. Sorry, I honestly don't know who the owner is. The man just came to hand over the painting and left without giving any other business cards or identities" Mr. Trump said. Cliffs.

The look on Kahiyang's face instantly turned lethargic. Hope extinct. Kahiyang was very sure, the owner of the painting was a teenage boy who helped him.

"Lord, I want to meet him. Let us meet and I want to say thank you very much, "Kahiyang said a prayer in silence while staring at the painting from a distance.

To be Continued...