Frisson

Divorce

the next day in the same place that belongs to her, she peddled the painting again, looks like someone who bought the painting yesterday and gave more money to her.

"miss...I want to buy the painting again, miss...can you?"

ask the guy.

"can't sir.." he said just like that.

"so why miss..why not?aren't you here to sell this painting of yours?"

ask the man again in astonishment.

"sir..my words I have not continued.but you have interrupted him.." he said in a soft tone, but instead made the man not understand.

"sir..my painting is not sold to you if you like yesterday give money to me excessively...I will sell it...at the right price, do you agree?if yes then I will sell it.if not.then I'm sorry sir.I will not sell it to you,"

he said with so polite that it made the man who did not believe, there are still difficult people who do not want money.

"alright lady.I will follow your wishes.I bought your two paintings," said the man by pointing to two paintings on display on the sidewalk wall.

"this one is three hundred thousand sirs.and the other two ragus is fifty thousand pack," he told the price.

"well miss.I want to buy it.." said the man while making some money to give to him.and after his taste the money was enough...he accepted the money with pleasure.

"awhile sir.I wrap it up first," he said to the man.and after it was finished, he handed the painting to the person who bought it.

and every one of them remembers about riski.he really feels his world is destroyed..his belief..all is meaningless.

until the next day, the man came again, he had the same intention,

and make her suspicious and curious.Why with her paintings?what's wrong with her?why would you want to collect his painting, then,

"sir.this is your order," he said, giving the man a scroll of two paintings.

"sir sorry yes..I want to know..why do you always buy my paintings every day?what are your street paintings like this for, sir?"ask her to want to know.

"sorry miss.actually this is my boss's errand..I just run it non.thank you..."

the man said as he accepted and carried the painting away.

"strange man..obviously he is a rich man.buy more expensive certainly can..Why every day buy my painting?just a painting of a street."

he said to his astonishment, but he did not think like that...who sleeps and goes home in the hut under the bridge.but now he can pay the cost of boarding because his paintings every day sell in the purchase of people who do not know it.what else to decorate himself he did not have time and do not have time, as a result of the face kuel.rubber hair that often in the ponytail under his shoulders, where there are men who want to know him.

until the next day, when he opened the same stall,

suddenly a white luxury car stopped near her,and from inside the car came out a handsome and dashing man in white pants and a buttonless white suit whose inside was a navy blue T-shirt with a collar up until the bottom of his chin covered his long neck.