For Kahiyang

69: Painting in Art Gallery

"What do you mean, Mom?" kahiyang asked in Satria's tight embrace.

Satria breaks down the hug, cupping both cheeks. "That boy, I. I helped you. It's the little boy, you?" lang Satria then rained all over Kahiyang's face with a kiss.

Something very coincidental and a destiny from God.

Kahiyang was still silent and confused by the reality before him.

"But ... The boy had a scar on his right neck" Kahiyang said.

"The second was already faint and almost gone. Mama always smeared this container with the cream she bought in China. Look, the scar still looks a little if you observe," Satria said, pulling the collar so that the scar could be observed by Kahiyang.

Kahiyang brought his face closer, scrutinizing the marks by touching them. "True, the scar is there," he said confidently.

"So, that boy, you Mas?" kahiyang asked, not expecting that their destiny was so sweet. Found as a lover.

"Yes .." replied Satria smiling, rubbing her cheeks and then kissing her forehead.

Kahiyang hugged him tightly. "I miss you so much. I have been looking and waiting for a long time. It turns out you're that boy. I'm very grateful, Mas," said Kahiyang. Satria rubbed her back gently.

"I also didn't know that the little girl was you. We were destined to meet and be together" said Satria, still hugging Kahiyang.

"I've seen almost the same paintings at art building exhibitions. Is that your painting?" ask Kahiyang. The two of them were already sitting on the cream-colored sofa, in the lounge. Hanna was still asleep in the room. It was as if Hanna was giving time for her father and lover to talk.

"The same painting?" satria asked, Kahiyang nodded.

"There are initials on the painting. SA. Satria Arsyanendra?" Kahiyang looked at Satria's face, waiting for an answer.

"Is that a painting I gave to the city's art gallery?" tanyanya herself.

"You gave the painting to the city's art gallery?" Kahiyang asked to clarify it again.

"Yes ... Is that really my painting?" ask Satria again.

"There's only one painting. And the exhibition is held by the city's art gallery every year," - Kahiyang shut his mouth, surprised - "so the painting is really yours," Kahiyang scattering, hugging Satria.

One by one it opens. This is not all a coincidence. This is God's destiny for them.

Everything is getting clearer and Kahiyang is steady with his relationship with Satria. He will live with or without the blessing of his parents.

The night is getting late. Kahiyang goes to sleep with Hanna, while Satria sleeps on the sofa. That night became a quiet sleep for Kahiyang and Satria, without dreaming until morning picked up.

The first morning in London, Kahiyang was making breakfast for Hanna and Satria. The one-child widower shocked Kahiyang by quietly wrapping his arms, hugging from behind.

"Oh my goodness, my mom. Don't worry about it!" reproofing.

Satria smiled as she kissed the open neck as Kahiyang tied her hair high.

"Mas, ticklish. Don't bother me! Wash your face first! Wake Hanna up too, take her to breakfast" Kahiyang said. Not yet a wife, but Kahiyang's tone is noisy like a wife in general.

"Dear, just a minute. I still want to hug," said Satria, continuing to tighten the embrace and give kisses on the cheeks and the top of the head.

"Udah, mom. Look Hanna used to be gih. Soon his breakfast was ready," moved his shoulders, driving Satria away.

"Yes ... Ja. But, kiss once," woo Satria, pull Kahiyang chin and kiss him.

"Papa ..." Hanna's whining was heard from the kitchen.

Kahiyang pushed Satria with his elbow. "Hanna wake up, mas. Go to the room, "go Kahiyang.

"Yes ... Yes," Satria patted Kahiyang's butt and ran to the room laughing.

The three sit together in the dining room, enjoying Hanna's favorite pasta breakfast, Aglio e Olio.

"Emc ... Yummys. Sister's homemade pasta is delicious. It's better than Mama's" said Hanna.

Kahiyang smiled, rubbing the top of Hanna's head. "Then anyway? It's as good as that, brother's cooking?" she asked, responded to a nod by Hanna with a mouth full.

"definitely. It's smart to paint, cooking is good. Aye, right?" satria continued, her naughty hand rubbing Kahiyang's thigh wrapped in satin pajamas.

Kahiyang pinched the back of Satria's hand which was still on her thigh. Perverted behavior widower son one.

"Why why?" hanna asked, seeing Satria grimacing.

"It's nothing. Papa's hand was bitten by a mosquito," he replied and then smiled flirtatiously at Kahiyang.

Kahiyang grumbled without opening his mouth. He really did not think with the behavior of Satria. The man was like a young man who was in love and his perversion was too limitless.

"Why, mas?" ask Kahiyang, get out of the painting room. Satria.

"Later in the afternoon to the gallery. I'll show you my painting that you saw back then. I made an appointment with Mr. Dobson," said Satria.

"Really's? Okay, I want to," Kahiyang looked so happy and enthusiastic, hugging Satria.

"Because Hanna's painting, I'm gonna be taken out. Incandescent plus plus," whispered Satria.

"Ih .. don't want to! Hanna's looking for us, what? No ah, I don't want mas," Kahiyang refused, distancing himself. But Satria immediately carried Kahiyang into the room and locked him. It was impossible for Kahiyang to shout. Hanna will hear it.

Satria meant what he said. Kahiyang already made him convulsed with his tongue game. Now the mighty widower is pumping his body over Kahiyang.

Quite ten minutes, that short hot game was over. The two do not want Hanna to realize the absence of Kahiyang and Satria in the family room.

Satria pulls Kahiyang into the bathroom, helping to clean up the remnants of romance. Both are soft-spoken, almost noiseless and use lip gestures only.

I don't know what kind of relationship they have. After both of their own status, as if the high wall was successfully destroyed and avenged with burning passion.

"After graduation, marry me! I don't want us to continue like this. I need clarity for our relationship!" kahiyang said, while Satria was helping dry her plain and wet body with a towel.

"Dear, I promise. With or without the blessing of our parents, I will still marry you. I promise!" answer Satria, peeking fixed forehead.

The warm swish felt. That promise must be kept and next year, it must be realized.

Kahiyang closed her lips in disbelief. The painting he had seen and he wanted to know who made it, was now in front of him.

The painting was attached to one of the gallery's storage rooms. Kahiyang stood to the right of Satria, staring at the painting and also the man next to her.

Hanna hugged Kahiyang's waist, "why crying?" tanyakanya.

Kahiyang crouched down, aligning her height with Hanna's. "Sister is too happy. It's a painting you've been wanting to know who owns. It turned out to be Papa Hanna's painting" Kahiyang said.

"Papa's Painting? Can you paint too?" ask Hanna plain.

"Little bit. Not as smart as Kahiyang's sister," replied Satria.

Then the painting Mr. Dobson handed over to Kahiyang.

"Thank you Mr. Dobson," said Kahiyang. Mr. Dobson smiled and nodded.

A smile continued on Kahiyang's face.

To be Continued...