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I don't understand paintings as well as Araz can comment on a lot of things. Either the composition of the color is not fitting, the part that is still split, to about many other things. Every time I look at a painting, I can only look at it for a long time in awe, because I am the weakest in this one. However, for some reason since finding a painting in Griya Panca Warna that is not a painting of Mas Altar, I began to be interested in finding out the figure of the painter.

Actually when I said about two idols who have almost the same name, I already know if the name of the painter whose painting is on display in Omah Kayoe is Rinjani. Mbak Senjani once told me when we went to Griya Panca Warna. It's just that I didn't expect to meet the guy this fast.

At first I was just stalking on social media who is the real figure of Rinjani. In the art world of the country, she got the nickname as Mother Earth because her perseverance raised the issue of women and the destruction of nature through her work. However, the more I find out, the more news comes out about Rinjani. The achievements of women I estimate as old as Mbak Senjani, quite a lot. Her career skyrocketed after her solo exhibition about three years ago was a success.

From an interview, I also know that it was Mas Altar who brought Rinjani to be a painter. Perhaps that is why one of Rinjani's paintings is also on display in Griya Panca Warna. Not for sale, but as a monument if Mbak Senjani said.

The friendly figure of Mbak Rinjani made us familiar quickly. A lot of things we talked about, from her interest in painting, to why she chose women and nature as her objects.

"Oh there's a guest apparently. Okay, continue first. I'm waiting in the office."

Suddenly a man greeted us who was still engrossed in telling stories. It was Rinjani who first turned her head towards him. Then smile at the man.

"Mayber first yuk, Mas. So this is Kanya, saying she's interested in the paintings I'm making. That's why he came here. And this one is Araz. His girlfriend."

My cheeks warmed when Ms. Rinjani called Araz my boyfriend. I know, without even looking, my face must have turned red. Especially when the man sitting next to me, smiled broadly as he caught the change in my face.

"Ih, he's shy. Oh my goodness, that's cute. Mas Araz nemu where the hell is a cute kid like gini?"

Rinjani's comments made me look down even more. While the man who had just come along smiled with Mbak Rinjani and Araz. They laughed at the change in look on my face which is now definitely getting red.

Ih, what the hell are they. I swear, make it even more shameful.

"Limited edition is this anyway, so there is only one in the world and will not be found anywhere but him" Araz replied with a smile. Shit, he would rather tease me than save me from this shitty situation.

If it was Araz, it wouldn't have happened. Along the way from Juanda he teased me more and irritated me. Especially now, when he has a friend who can make him tease me to the satisfaction.

"Geez, very sweet of you," added Mbak Rinjani with an anxious mimic like to pinch me. While I am still trying to master how to not blush embarrassed.

"Jan, dong. Look, Kanya's getting embarrassed 'you're a bitch."

"Yes out, he's so funny, Mas. It can be so sweet. So I want to pinch her cheek."

"Sori yes, Kanya. My wife is pregnant. Sometimes I like to be late when I'm joking. Especially if you meet people who easily blush like you. Oh yeah, I know, I'm Miko. Owner of the cafe as well as the rightful owner of Rinjani." The man turned his attention and reached out to me. In order to expel the awkwardness of my attitude, I grabbed Miko's hand.

"In fact, this time I met a woman your age who is still shy if tempted. You see, the girls who come here are more often seduced by men while flashing flirtatiously. So it's comforting to meet you who are still this innocent," the story of Mbak Rinjani makes Mas Miko who is now sitting next to him become clumsy. Really, Mrs Rinjani is in accordance with the image she created. Dislike pleasantries, assertiveness and what they are.

"Yes but if I'm tempted don't miss it too dong, Ma'am."

"So want to have a sister like you, Nya," commented Mbak Rinjani later. "I swear, I'm so excited about you. Can you pinch your cheeks?"

My lips automatically pout when I hear the words of Mbak Rinjani. Is my cheek some kind of bakpou that can be pinched at will? She laughed at the change in my expression. His hand reflexively pinched my cheek without cueing.

"Aww... hurts, Ma'am."

My protest provoked the woman's laughter. Really, meet Mbak Rinjani like a friend who has not greeted each other for a long time. Not like someone we knew a while ago.

"Yes, you're tuh. Poor Kanya knows it's pinched."

"Yes, but Kanya's shaking, Yang. You can't do it, Mas Araz, just let it be here."

"Eh, how is the story how can Kanya be left here? How do I dong? It would be lonely if there wasn't her."

Araz responded to Mbak Rinjani's statement with a joking tone that actually made me misbehave. The woman laughed again.

"Mas Araz, you don't have to fad about it. Shame to know," I said did not stop Rinjani's laughter.

"Oh, I swear, yes. You're so funny. Play here often. Let me have some entertainment."

"Mbak Rinjani, I thought I was a monkey mask, could be entertainment?"

"The monkey mask isn't as funny as you are. You're funny natural. That cute. Really deh. If my son is a girl, I hope he will be like you. The attitude of the driver is very disturbing."

"Duh, already dong Mbak Rinjani. Nambek me," I said while pretending to sing lips. My movements actually provoked laughter until the people around us turned their heads.

"Hahaha .. really, Kanya. How can you be so funny."

"Mbak Rinjani, plis! We were talking about the work of Mbak Rinjani, you know. How did I become me anyway? Not really. We should talk about Mrs Rinjani."

I'm trying to distract. However, their fanfare was still focused on me. To make the people around us laugh to see the excitement they create. In my heart I am relieved. For today so much happiness is born of laughter.