My Magnificent Doll's

Eps. 37 Aroma Oil

Mark was enjoying a casual lunch as well as the smile that rose on his face after more than half of the paintings he exhibited in his gallery were sold out.

“drrt...” he felt a shiver in his shirt pocket where there was a phone there. “Who sent me a message ?”

Mark the phone in silent mode while working and forget not to disable the mode. He pulled out his phone and immediately saw his inbox.

“What ?!” Mark immediately trembled and his face turned deathly pale after reading the incoming message from Elvis. “There is no way my gallery burned before there is nothing strange there.” screeched Mark will wry amazingly and who also moved from his seat left his food is still half.

“Master you haven't paid for the meal.” cried the restaurant owner when he saw Mark running and almost out of there.

“Gosh.” Mark who felt his thoughts instantly suddenly blank turned around and headed to the cashier. “Sorry madam instead I don't want to pay but there was a serious problem just now.”

“What sire.” replied the cashier can understand the state of his customers while receiving payment from Mark.

After making the payment, the man immediately rushed into his car in a hurry to drive to his gallery.

“Oh My God how can my gallery burn up?” Mark was sad to see his gallery burning not only outside the building but the fire had been stored up inside and even burned his painting.

In a panic, Mark had no idea what to do.

“Mark quickly extinguish the fire before the fire gets bigger and engulfs everything.” Elvis who was standing next to him patted the man on the shoulder.

Mark then took a deep breath and immediately pulled out his phone to call the emergency call of the fire department.

The man then turned on the water faucet at the gallery's house and sprayed it with a hose.

“Fire team came.” said Mark seemed happy because the fire was still burning even though Elvis and some residents helped extinguish the fire.

The fire brigade worked well and set a fire that destroyed the entire building and burned only half the room, though none of Mark's paintings remained.

“My painting..” Mark only found some canvas wood that is not shaped measuring 3 cm.

“Already you Mark. No painting of yours survived and the painting exhibition time is only a few days away.” Inner Elvis smiled in a triumphant heart because there will be no rival for him anymore. “Sabar Mark's. I can feel your sadness also remains spirit.” he turned to encourage Mark.

“Insure Elvis you've helped me also tell. Maybe without your notice this gallery is no longer shaped in the swallow fire.” Mark thank you when his friend said goodbye to him.

After Elvis' departure, Mark returned to the gallery and sat down staring at the rubble as well as the crumbs of his paintings that had been in the form of ash.

“Wait ! Why do I smell oil on a shirt worn by Elvis ?” inner Mark felt a little strange but he tried to put it aside.

“Sial once I am today.” lamented him repeatedly breathing deeply and long lamenting everything.

“At least he does not have a painting that will be exhibited at the art exhibition any minute.” Inner Elvis in the middle of the road that he always say thankfulness.

Mark still thinks about Elvis. “What could be Elvis who was behind this fire event ?” he muttered so he had negative thoughts on his friend.