Love In Venice's

Episode 4 Venice's

When I was five years old, there was a tragic accident that killed both my parents. In an instant I became an orphan, so I stayed in an orphanage until I graduated from college. I took a full scholarship while studying design at one of the public universities in Bandung. After graduating from college I got an offer of a scholarship of design expertise at the Institute of Desaign and Art Venice for one year, my script supervisor who recommended and turned out to be translucent. I did not waste this opportunity, one week after the announcement I said goodbye to the people of the parlour who had raised me for 1 fifteen years. They're all like family to me but I also need to know the outside world, I want to be independent, I want to be successful.

I set foot in Venice's Marco Polo airport, after a 10,966km journey I finally reached Venice. At the moment is the beginning of 2014, according to the scholarship instructions I will not be a full year of college, the lecture starts January to November.  After taking the exam and passing I will get a certificate of design and art experts, which is quite calculated by major companies in the world engaged in the field of design, art or fashion.

I wave my hand to the cab that is lined up neatly in front of the airport door. I showed the address to the taxi driver, after reading that the taxi was speeding towards the destination. I will stay in the dormitory with the students who get scholarships, information that I can hostel rooms adapted to my home country. I breathe a sigh of relief, because I don't really like mingling with strangers.

My flat is numbered 216B, on the second floor of the last room. In one room filled by two people, when I knocked the door came out the face of a typical Indonesian.

“Hai..” Sweep me.

“Hai.” I repay.

“Come..” He helped me with my big suitcase.

“I Aisyaha Alexandria Maharmita, call me Syaha.” I gave my hand to him.

“Anna Joana Princess, call me Anna.” Anna returned my hands and then we hugged each other.

“I'm from Medan, you?” Anna asked me to show me my bed.

“Bandung.” I smiled thinly.

“It's nice to meet you Sya.” Anna smiled back.

“I also.” My answer.

It was our first night in Venice, we exchanged stories about each other's lives until late into the night. Anna majored in art, Anna is good at painting. Anna showed me one of her works that she brought to Venice and it was amazing, I admit Anna was great at painting. In a short time we became close.

Today is the first day of college. I was so tense, when Anna came out of the dorm holding my hand tightly, we were both tense. We strengthen each other. With full of confident steps you walked towards our respective lecture rooms.

“Halo. i’m Syaha from Indonesia, nice too meet you.”

My class contains students from various countries, we total 40 people. The first day of college was very fun, we were taught about the form of design from all elements, from clothing design, accessories design, or art design. I picked up an accessories design specialist, because since I was a kid I really liked small, sparkling objects.

The first day of college is over. I'm so tired, I put my body on the bed. I looked around and found Anna had not yet returned. I forced myself to take a shower because my whole lecture was full of sweat.

I found Anna coming home but she didn't seem to be coming home for a shower or a break but getting ready to go again.

“Anna.. Where to go?” My tannyaku to Anna.

“Oh you have returned Sya. I want to go to the Indonesian Embassy.” Anna replied that she saw that she was putting in some stuff.

“Hah? What event is it?”.

“Every night there is a big family gathering from Indonesia.” Obviously Anna who saw it had finished packing the goods.

“You coming?” Anna looked straight at me.

“Bby.” As fast as lightning I answered. Instead of idling in the mending room I use it for positive activities, who knows meet a handsome guy, hehehe.

A few minutes later we headed there, I heard from Anna she was invited by her Indonesian classmate, Nando from Surabaya. Anna calls Nando Mas, meaning Anna's friend is older than us. I was the same age and Anna was the same age, even we were born in the same month, August.

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