
Zayyan Langsyng drove Eliza home because it was time for Eliza and to leave, upon arrival at home it turns out they had been waiting for by Eliza's parents.
" Zayyan, we know that you like to read a lot, I often see you guys doing lessons together, so I give this to you hopefully when you'll be successful" said Papi Irsyad, buy Zayyan books of various sciences in cardboard boxes.
" Thank you, Zay is going to do a lot" said Zayyan, glad to receive a gift from Irsyad's papi.
" We will wait for you in the car you guys talk" said Mami Farrah, seeing her daughter's grief.
Zayyan and Eliza just kept quiet without talking. " Eliza don't forget I said yesterday, wear the hijab when you grow up and wait for me" Zayyan said.
Eliza clings to her head while hugging Eliza's hijab.
" Zay can I wear it now" said Eliza, putting on a small-sized hijab. Before returning home Eliza had bought a small size hijab she wanted to show it directly to Zayyan.
" Beautiful" said Zayyan, Eliza smiled. Her mother called it was time to leave.
Eliza unhappily got into the car once she saw Zayyan waving her hand and she replied.
Zayyan stared at the car that kept walking away from him, he looked back at the house this year found it with Eliza. He saw a board attached to the house with the inscription of this house for sale.
Pak Abdul's restaurant
It had been three days since Eliza left the city of Padang making Zayyan's days as before often on the streets, if at night he's going to the restaurant for a break Mr. Abdul gives him an empty room next to the grocery storeroom.
The room was deliberately given to Zayyan by Mr. Abdul in addition to feeling sorry for him while guarding his restaurant if the night.
" I feel sorry to see him for three days he's been sitting there reading, if we talk to him it must be angry" the waiter told his friend.
" It is said that his friend who was often with him has gone, is it because he is like this" said his friend.
Mr. Abdul who heard it also felt sorry for the three days Zayyan did not want to deliver orders, he preferred to sit or on the streets.
" Zayyan" call Abdul. Seeing Zayyan daydreaming, Abdul sighed but his eyes were fixed on a painting.
During the fair Eliza and Zayyan were asked to be painted and the painter looked at Zayyan so they got two paintings.
" Zayyan will not paint you in the frame to make it more beautiful" said Mr. Abdul, stroking Zayyan's back.
Zayyan looked at Mr. Abdull and put his head on. " Now go to Frame frame before afternoon" said Mr. Abdull.
" Thank you sir" said Zayyan, running towards the frame shop. Mr. Abdull smiled to see Zayyan back cheerful and then continued his work.
Frame Shop
" Sir can paint this on the frame" Zayyan told a Frame Frame guard man. The guy smiled.
" Tumben you're here Zay, this is your painting? " said the guard. Zayyan put his head on.
for making wood frames through the process of cutting and sculpting to create strokes so that the results are more alive.
Not long after the painting is finished in the frame" Zayyan's painting I have given a better pattern" said the guard.
Zayyan thanked him while the guard shook his head looking at Zayyan.
Now that Zayyan was in his little room he put a painting near his bed.