Kutikung With Bismillah

Chapter 21. Because Painting.

Hanna replied to Zafran's hand with a big smile, after which they let go of each other's hands with an awkward feeling that suddenly occurred.

"If so I will prepare the materials first," said Hanna as she lowered her head to prepare their painting tools.

Zafran nodded his head and watched what Hanna was doing, as the woman was eagerly preparing for their combat equipment.

Hanna then gave Zafran his painting tools and canvas as well, and they began to paint the scene before them at this time.

Several times Zafran glanced at Hanna who was focused on playing her brush on the canvas. For some reason the woman's face seemed to shine in her eyes, especially decorated with a sincere smile and an innocent look that was always seen on Hanna's face.

"Well, you're like a professional painter, Hanna," Zafran said, turning his face back toward the canvas, and trying to doodle it.

Hanna's face blushed in embarrassment upon hearing that. "I'm not like that, I just love to paint. To me, painting is like pouring out what is in our minds and hearts. Be it sad, happy, crying, laughter, all I pour into the paintings I make. Although the result is not much, but my feelings will be relieved immediately afterwards."

Zafran was silent when he heard Hanna's words. It seems like painting is a means for the woman to pour out the feelings that are being felt, does Hanna have no friends or family that can be used as a place to share stories?

"How, can you?" hanna asked while looking at Zafran's canvas, which revealed an unusually ugly sight.

Zafran immediately pulled the canvas so that Hanna would not see it, but it was too late. Hanna had clearly seen it, and the woman immediately chuckled.

"Haha, why is the picture round like that?" hanna asked with laughter, making Zafran's face flushed in embarrassment.

"I-I can't paint, everyone can do it" Zafran murmured, blasting his lips, throwing the canvas in his hand into the trash.

Hanna closed her mouth that was already laughing. The end of Zafran painting is very funny, even the painting of elementary school children alone may be better than what the man made.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" Hanna said in a regretful tone, causing Zafran to glance at her. "How about we learn slowly, from the basics first." He made an offer as an apology.

Zafran fell silent and gave no reaction, but Hanna quickly picked up a new canvas and placed it before her.

"Come, we'll start with the expressive scratch technique!" Hanna pulled out Zafran's hand and placed the pencil into the man's hand, then lifted it onto the canvas. "Try it, it's an easy technique."

Zafran stared at his hand which was within Hanna's grasp, making her blood rustle violently.

"All right, I'll follow you." Lirih Zafran's.

Hanna nodded her head and began to teach Zafran little by little. He smiled happily as he saw the man willingly following what he was teaching, making his heart flower.

Not really, time goes by very quickly. It had been over an hour they were painting, and it was not aware that it was getting dark.

"Why can't the top be flattened?" zafran asked as he turned his face towards Hanna.

Zafran then fixed it according to Hanna's direction, but still the top of the painting was uneven and tidy.

Hanna smiled when she saw him. He then clasped Zafran's hand and pointed it at the canvas. He moved the man's hand so he could fix the painting that he said was not yet neat.

Zafran continued to stare at Hanna as her hand was within the woman's grasp. His heart was racing with a feeling that made him become unsettled.

"How, easy?" hanna asked back while looking at Zafran with a smile.

Zafran gasped when he heard it, spontaneously nodding his head to answer Hanna's question. His eyes then focused on Hanna's face that was hit by water cet.

Zafran then moved from the place to pick up the tissue, making Hanna feel shocked and stared questionnaires.

"Look, his passion for painting. You color your own cheeks" said Zafran when he returned to the place with a box of tissue, he then pulled two pieces and rubbed directly on Hanna's face.

Hanna's body immediately stiffened when she saw what Zafran was doing, especially when the man's hand touched her face making the body feel stiff and unable to move.

Zafran himself was not aware of what he was doing. But as soon as he realized it. His body was also instantly tensed with perfectly rounded eyes.

For a while they looked at each other with Zafran's hands still on Hanna's cheeks, as if the time around them was stopping right now.

One second, two seconds, and the tenth moment suddenly came a sacred sound coming from Zafran's stomach, making the man immediately pull his hand with a red face extinguished.

Hanna herself also directly sat straight ahead with the embarrassment of Zafran holding her face, because other than Leo there was no man who did such a thing.

"It looks like I'm hungry, can you prepare that meal?" zafran said softly, making Hanna nod her head and rush to the kitchen.

Zafran let out a rough sigh as Hanna had already left that place. He leaned back in frustration, it really felt like a boomerang to himself.

"Oh my God, please take away this feeling. I can't like him more than a friend, because he already belongs to another man."

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Tbc.