I'm Not a Bet

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Online tickets have been verified, Arindi and Tristan walked into the gallery.

"Waahhhh really cool...."

While inside the gallery, Arindi continued to chatter about her admiration for the beauty of the goods and artworks on display there. He also did not stop asking the guide who took them around the gallery.

"Do you know anything?" arindi said to Tristan who has been a loyal listener of Arindi since. Tristan really doesn't understand art. He just likes the enthusiasm of Arindi whenever Arindi talks about the artwork she sees.

"Why does Arin love to paint?" arindi. "When it was wrong Arin was 6. Uhm.. right on Arin's birthday, papa ajakin Arin to the art gallery. Arin immediately fell in love with what Arin saw first there with Arin's eyes. Arin was really amazed to see the painting there until papa said Arin did not want to go home when the gallery was closed."

"Somewhere?" tristan said it felt funny.

"Yeah brother... Continues tomorrow papa buyin Arin canvas the same watercolor. Arin doesn't know how to wear it and what to draw. But Arin continued to doodle all day until the water paint ran out. And it continues the next day, it continues every day. Every day papa must buy Arin new watercolor. Sampe finally Arin participated in the race and became the first champion of painting SD level. At that time Arin Class 2 SD. At that time Arin only realized that it turns out Arin has a talent for painting. Sampe now paints it is like a daily meal for Arin," explained Arindi at length.

Tristan rubbed Arindi's head suddenly, making Arindi stop talking, he looked at Tristan in surprise.

"Why stop?" ask Tristan wonder.

"Who, you don't like Arin talking about that? arin Bosenin's story, brother?"

"Well, it's because you like it" Tristan said feeling guilty.

"Likes? Like what?" ask Arindi plain.

Tristan was just speechless, he stared into the girl's beautiful eyes. Actually since last night he was looking forward to this moment, today he plans to want to express his feelings to the girl.

I don't know why his words didn't come out. Suddenly he became insecure. Thousands of strange questions poked his head at this moment.

"Is she worthy of this girl?"

"Will Arindi accept her declaration of love?"

"Will everything change if he says it?"

"What if you get rejected?"

"He doesn't think I'm weird, does he?"

What's...

What's...

What's...

And so many raining questions that came suddenly and struck right on his confidence.

"Sister..sister Why?" Arindi stared softly at Tristan who was being dumbstruck. "Sister sick? Hand hurt?"

"E-nergy."

He was confused to see Tristan who just silently looked at him. Tristan just smiled seeing the girl's concern for him. He wanted to touch that face, he wanted to say those words but.

"We go home, yes" Tristan asked later.

"Ehm... go home? actually, anyone wants Arin to show before going home, brother want to come along for a while?"

"Where?"

"Later sister also knows," replied Arindi while inviting Tristan to leave the place.

Tristan realized, he was losing momentum. He just smiled at Arindi's invitation. There was a feeling of disappointment in the depths of his heart. Why did he become this cowardly when the girl was already in front of his eyes.

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Tristan drove his car slowly, he said nothing, he was still disappointed in himself. Arindi who was sitting next to him was calling Rasya.

"How can you, right?" arindi told Rasya.

"Well, time for your best friend can't. Who do you want to point it to? Tristanis? Are you with Tristan?" rasya's voice rang out on the other end of the phone.

"Pelanin lo voice," said Arindi whispered.

"Huhahahah." Rasya laughed out. "Yes already there, but I'm not in the studio anymore, there will be someone there, which is important not more than 9 o'clock ya."

Arindi glanced at her watch, at 8:15. Arindi knew Rasya's studio would be automatically locked at 9 p.m., his security system would be activated. Only Rasya can open it if it is locked.

"Iyya knows, very chatty," replied Arindi.

"And inget don't be weird in my studio, it's my sacred place. I don't want the place to be tarnished" Rasya added as if giving an ultimatum.

"Weird? Damn this guy. Weird what try. Look out for lo tar. Yes, it's bye."

Arindi hung up the phone. He didn't want Rasya to say anything strange anymore. His loud voice was clearly heard even though Arindi had already lowered her volume.

Arindi also invited Tristan to see the paintings in Rasya's studio. The painting was actually finished a few days ago. He just hasn't had a chance to show it to Tristan.

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Arindi, who had been spotted by Tristan behind her, walked into the room on the second floor of the studio right where the painting was. A large painting, the hand-scrawled work of Arindi plastered on one side of the room.

Tristan painting was playing guitar in a refugee tent at that time, around him gathered refugee children. Everything is made exactly as real, even to the smallest detail of the circumstances surrounding the tent.

Looking at the huge painting stunned Tristan. He was really amazed to see the results of Arindi's hand scratches on the canvas.

"It's time in the refugee camp?"

"Yep. What, ugly, brother?"

"Wow.. This is amazing. The details of his painting. Brother was really amazed to see her."

Tristan walked over, he really could not believe the painting was him plus Arindi made it seem similar to reality. He truly admired the girl's talent and praised her in his heart.

"Eh, wait. Stop!!" Arindi stopped Tristan's footsteps who kept wanting to step closer to the painting. He patted Tristan's arms from behind. Tristan just stood in confusion.

"It's the ideal viewing distance to see a large painting like this," Arindi explained telling the reason for her attitude just now.

Arindi stood beside Tristan. He smiled at Tristan who seemed to begin to understand. The two of them stared deeply at the painting trying to live up to the meaning the painting wanted to convey.

"It should be this good painting on show in the gallery" Tristan exclaimed suddenly.

"Heemhs... But Arin hasn't stopped yet" said Arindi, taking a few deep breaths.

"Try it first."

"The artist has his own art gallery."

"Your thinking is good. It means you have a purpose ahead. Brother must support whatever you want," Tristan replied reassuring Arindi.

"Haa...?" Arindi looked at Tristan. He was confused by what the man had just said.

Tristan turned his head and turned to face Arindi. I don't know where the courage Tristan got this time. He'll say it now. "Hmm... Does anyone really want you to say?" tristan said slowly.

"What brother? What's he gonna say? Don't tell him... Why am I so nervous, I...."

"I don't like Arin...."

My dear!!! It felt like thousands of fireworks were exploding with the words coming out of Tristan's mouth.

Deg deg deg deg deg deg! Arindi's heart was beating fast, her mouth was shaking hearing Tristan's heart statement just now. He can't say. He was happy but could not express it.

Tristan felt the same, but he emboldened himself, he did not want to hold back his feelings anymore. He saw the girl was shocked, he grabbed Arindi's hands, held them gently, rubbed his thumb slowly onto the back of the girl's hand and looked at Arindi's eyes who were looking straight at him.

"A-charcoal...." Arindi tried to give an answer but somehow her voice stuttered.

"I don't know this all of a sudden. But you're not asking Arin to answer right now...." Tristan cut off the girl's words, he could not imagine if the rejection sentence came out of his lips. He tried to keep smiling even though his heart was turbulent.

"So I just want Arin to know how you feel, sorry...."

"Arin also likes big brother...." Arindi cut off Tristan's words quickly. He also did not want to think twice. He realized his feelings.

Arindi smiled looking at Tristan who looked nervous. The nervousness that Arindi felt evaporated just like that as she looked at her sincere and nervous face. He wanted to tell me all his feelings at this moment.

"Arin likes it when you look at Arin, when you touch Arin's hair, when you say Arin's name, when you hold Arin's hand, when you touch Arin's...."

Tristan grabbed Arindi's face with both hands and kissed Arindi's lips suddenly, he kissed the girl's lips gently though quickly so that Arindi could not continue his words.

Tristan pulled her head slightly backwards, her thumb rubbing gently on Arindi's cheek. Although he had taken off his kiss but his hand could not take off Arindi's face. Their faces were really close now even Arindi could clearly hear Tristan's hunting breath.

He was afraid that Arindi did not like his attitude just now. He looked into Arindi's eyes. He was looking for answers to his current anxiety.

Arindi just silently froze, her eyes stiffened, she felt an overwhelming sensation as Tristan's warm lips touched hers. He knew that right now Tristan was trying to contain himself. But he wanted Tristan to know that he didn't turn him down, he wanted to welcome that warm touch.

Arindi closed her eyes, she wanted it too. Tristan received the signal. His eyes were fixed on Arindi's red lips. He kissed his lips on Arindi's lips again.

Tristan quits her kiss on Arindi's lips. He opened his eyes and slowly rolled back his face. His eyes looked at the girl who was slowly opening her eyes. They looked at each other and smiled. Tristan hugged Arindi, he held the girl in his arms drowning Arindi's small body.

"Are we dating now?"

Arindi, who is still in Tristan's arms, asks a silly question because she still can't believe she is dating Tristan. Tristan smiled at the girl's question. She looked at him and kissed Arindi on the forehead, her hands still curled around Arindi's waist.

"Anybody kissing but not dating?"

Arindi smiled slightly laughing at Tristan's reply. Kissing words made him remember Tristan's warm lips earlier.

Tristan hugged Arindi even tighter. Arindi returned her embrace. If he could he wanted time to stop spinning, leave it like this even longer. But Arindi remembered Rasya's words earlier.

"About a minute at 9, we have to get out if we don't want to lock here," Arindi said suddenly.

"Oh yeah, you're home."

Tristan also clasped Arindi's hand, sticking his finger into the girl's fingers. They left the studio and went home.