Les Laches

What L(a)ying between Us?

"Filippo Marinetti must be sad to know that Farah's kayak is the highest value in the aesthetic class!" Tian sat in one of the canteen chairs while grumbling.

Her four best friends who had already sat there looked at her confusedly.

"Philip who?" ask Hera.

"Filippo Marinetti," repeated Tian patiently.

"Who the hell?" ask Hera again.

The girl became the only person who listened to Tian's grievances. Safira himself was again engrossed in struggling with his laptop after waving briefly towards Tian, Afgar who was sitting next to him flinching. The young man seemed reluctant to let go of anything he saw on Safira's laptop screen. Tian himself chose indifference and looked back at Hera.

"Father of futurism."

Hera looked at Tian with a gaze that more or less meant "do I have to know?".

"Indeed why do you think Farah can't get the highest score?"

This time, Alvin asked. It's just that the young man's eyes did not switch from the phone screen as if he did not really ask because he wanted to know. Even so, Tian still answered the question because of the annoyance he wanted to vent.

"He does not understand expressivist aesthetics, so he can arbitrarily criticize the futurist school..."

"Can you speak Indonesian, Ti?" chirp Hera again.

Tian let out a whimper-like voice, making Safira and Afgar who were just listening while laughing along with Hera.

"Expressivist ethics is a way of judging beauty from within a work. From the emotions that the painter is trying to express. Not based on the beauty of external realizations. I've shown you examples of naturalism, haven't I?"

Tian subconsciously used the word "you" even though only Hera listened to the explanation carefully.

"Image of trees, mountains, natural scenery. That's it?" sahut Hera's.

"Well! It's beauty based on external realisation. The aesthetic concept of mimesis. Well, Farah is a hard-line follower of Plato's theory on that one, who just wants to know that a realistic painting is beautiful. The flow of expressionist, fauvis, surreal, until futurist is clearly marginalized," Tian explained.

"Geez, that's it, Ti. Class materials should not be brought to the cafeteria table. I can't thank you very much if my essay gets better grades." All of a sudden, Farah was already near the table that Tian occupied with some of the girls Tian recognized as coming from different faculties.

"To your essays is denser and contextual than mine, but still your opinion is corrupting other streams. And don't think I don't know why your essay theme is defending realism. You know Mr. Yowen's thesis has the same theme, right?" sahut Tian did not accept.

"So, are you saying Mr. Yowen is not objective?" Farah pretended to have an unexpected expression.

"You are not sporty."

"If my 'research' is not sporty, what is sporty? Your exhibition proposal sponsored the same big name papa mama you?" farah Cibir.

"So that's why you're desperately looking in front of Mr Yowen? Because you think I've deliberately rejected your proposal the same way he did?" Tian sighed tiredly. "How many times do I have to say that your proposal was rejected because the painting on your list is less varied?"

"The list of paintings can be overhauled, but the conglomerate's son's proposal that his parents interfered with clearly made my proposal eliminated before revision."

"Spearheaded? In a week? You think lobbying a painter to entrust his painting to you is as good as borrowing an eraser to your friend? Just been so fucking dicked?"

Tian shook his head in wonder. Inexhaustible with the working mechanism of the classmate's brain.

"Kayak conglomerate son you know what the hell about negotiation techniques. At most the list of paintings in your proposal was also sought after by your papa mama," grunted Farah.

"The son of a conglomerate is simply the one mentioned earlier." Hera who had since refrained from aggravating the situation finally responded.

"Sentiment," commented Alvin.

"Example fools who close their eyes same fact." Afgar shook his head slowly.

Tian almost smiled hearing his companions rise up together to defend him. Unfortunately, Farah's colleagues on the other hand also did not accept to see his friend was ganged up.

"You know nothing about the content of the chat they both do not need to interfere!" nagel one of the girls who wears a black and white striped blouse.

"Eh. That's a hick! No need for people majoring in fine arts to know that the negotiation can not be represented by parties who do not have deep knowledge of the art of painting. His mother Tian was an architect, not a painter. If it's a new landscape sketch, it's only natural that he accuses Tian of cheat." Sapphira's nagging is interrupted by the sound of Alvin's laughter as the girl uses a term she often echoes when she loses a game. "Well, it's a painting. As Tian said, the procedure isn't like a minjem eraser that doesn't go back."

"Halooo, Ma'am! What is underlined here is its sponsorship. If it wasn't for that one connection, there's no way she'd be able to give Farah a proposal." Farah's semeja friend was still insistent on defending the girl.

"AHA. He said a list of paintings thought to use the back lane. Now replace the sponsorship discussed. Let's talk about sponsorship." This time, it was Hera who replied. "You're concerned about linking the sponsorship in Tian's proposal with a connection because of what? His papa Tian company is funding? It was a storm of who was funding. In fact, your exhibition proposal can still be executed even without sponsorship. You're implementing the HTM system, right? From there, I got the funds. You are wrong if you think Tian who benefits from sponsorship funds is not how much it is compared to the popularity gained by the same party who loves sponsors. Which is a big advantage, the corporation. If Tian splashed the popularity because the content of his proposal can be realized and the results are satisfactory. Nothing to do with sponsorship."

"What kind of school boy? Belog sajan!" maki Sapphira.

"Fir!" reprimand Tian and Afgar together.

***

"Already, Om. Since the last semester of college," Meda answered briefly while sitting in Marcela's seat.

Since Meda arrived and offered Adler to take turns holding Marcela, the girl's toddler was directly attached to Meda. He even thrashed out when Adler tried to take him back. Lydia and Joan were also influenced by the young man's charm. Lidia, who is usually quiet in front of strangers, was seen talking a lot with Meda who said she had attended an astronomy club on her campus. The young man commented so because Tian had told him that Lydia was a smart child and loved astrology very much. Her goal is to become an atmospheric and space researcher. The ideals that probably no one would have heard came out from the lips of a young girl who had not even tasted the Junior High School bench.

Joan herself who is usually super active suddenly calmed down since seeing the super handsome face of Meda that made her remember with oppa-oppa who became a member of Korean boyband idol. Adler could only sigh in resignation seeing his four daughters prefer Meda to her. The man threw a glance at Bella as she returned from the kitchen, the only woman in the house who was not captivated by Meda. However, his hope was dashed when the smile on the woman's face was instead addressed to Meda. Carrying a box of chocolate pudding, Bella sat opposite the young man.

"Bring home, yeah. Aunty is not universal Tian when it comes to cooking matters, but Auntie sure the taste of pudding will not be able to make your home person in the hospital." Bella's message without losing her big smile, made cold sweat seep from Meda's back.

"Gee! Mamma. Amit-amit uh said it. It cannot be the same as food. If Mama's cooking is problematic, maybe Joan can get this big."

Tian appeared next from the direction of the kitchen. He glanced for a moment at Meda before walking to Adler's side. The girl's initial intention was to say goodbye to her father. However, a fist from Joan's fingers hit her upper arm and made Tian complain in pain.

"Joan! You don't see that Kak Tian's hand still has a cast? Boxing like a boy. Apologize to Brother!" Angry Bella while shaking her waist.

The face of the angel belonging to the woman was replaced with a no-nonsense wrath. Joan is the most thug and unruly of her three sisters even though she immediately shrunk her guts and apologized to Tian. He even got down from his chair to hide behind Tian's body. The little girl knew full well that her mother would not show such an expression as she looked at her eldest brother.

"Sir Tian also apologized to Joan dong," asked Adler.

He and Bella were used to using such a method to reconcile the petty quarrels between their four daughters. They will scold one guilty party, but always familiarize both sides to exchange apologies.

"There is no quarrel that does not involve two equally guilty parties."

That's the principle that Adler instilled into his four daughters. The guilty will think twice before making a mistake. While others were not necessarily satisfied because his sister was scolded, but had to bear his role as a trigger for a fight.

"Yes. Brother apologize as well huh, Jo," Tian said as he gave a faint smile.

Not because he was not willing to take the blame, but because Joan's punch still left pain in his arm. Adler, who was aware of Tian's suffering, could only get up and help rub his eldest daughter's arm to ease her pain.

"Still sick?" meda asked when the two were already inside her Mustang.

Tian groped his right arm before shaking.

"So the class why was it suddenly pushed back to noon? It's also the first day of college." Meda asked again.

Tian's heart melted. He had prayed several times in his heart that Meda would not ask about his lies. Because, of course, it would make Tian utter another lie. Tian tried to twist the way so as not to let out a lie. Therefore, he only responded by shrugging both of his shoulders.

"I'm happy because I can take a little longer off." Tian bit his lips, inwardly cursing himself for not being able to keep his tongue and in the end still adding to the lie.

Fortunately, Meda did not discuss the topic further. The young man's hand moved to light up his radio. The soft music filled his hearing. Tian initially intended to be quiet to listen to Meda's voice which slowly began to chime with the singer's voice. However, over time the lyrics and music he heard were increasingly familiar. When Meda finally looked at herself while throwing a meaningful smile, Tian recalled the place where he had heard the song.

"So remember the time in Vanales, huh?" tease Meda upon seeing Tian finally recognized the song she played.

"Ojela, right?" ask Tian.

Meda nodded and started singing again. Tian himself kicked in. Although when he realized that the possibility of his cry would contaminate the superiority of Meda's voice, he hurriedly lowered the volume.

"In early June, I'm going to Paris."

Suddenly Meda gave the news that immediately made Tian raise his head to look at Meda's face. As if hoping that what her lover had just said was just a joke. However, as Meda looked back on her without showing any signs of being ready to laugh at Tian's shock, the girl realized that Meda was talking seriously.

"Get to Paris?" tanya Tian finally.

"Work business."

"Yes, I know for sure about work. Why should I be in Paris? Special project? How long?" Tian leaned Meda with his impatient question.

"Yes. There is a cooperative project between a branch of the company in Paris with another company there. The scale is pretty big, anyway. However, the plan is that I will only be there for about a month to negotiate the contents of the contract of cooperation agreement," Meda explained as she reached Tian's hand into her grasp. He realized that his lover was very unwilling to hear the news of his departure.

In fact, Meda herself was reluctant to leave her home country for a long time as well as the closest people she would surely miss, including Tian. However, a direct order from the CEO of his company put him in the position of "shouldn't refuse". The direct order actually reads that the time it took for Meda to complete the agreement may not be certain. It's just that Meda has determined herself that she will complete her responsibilities in accordance with the deadline she set and immediately return to Indonesia.

Authorship

futurism is the understanding of some people or groups of people who believe or are convinced of a better future, in a more modern, more concrete, sense, it is even believed that humans will be able to control the universe with the technology they have later.

expressionism is a school of art that considers that art is something that comes out of the artist, not from imitation of the natural world.

- Fauvism is a flow that appreciates expression in capturing the atmosphere to be painted.

surrealism is the flow that presents the contradiction between dreams and reality becoming real in images that show real objects in circumstances that are impossible, such as in dreams or the human subconscious. Surrealism uses Freud's approach to psychological theory that explores the subconscious and dream image of humans as one depiction of human desire.

- Belog sajan \= is very stupid (in Balinese)