
Wayan is Hans' old friend .In the past they were very close when learning to paint together in the gallery owned by Mr. Ketut an artist from Bali . It has been almost seven years they have not met because of the busyness of each .
"I want your two paintings Hans "
" my painting is not for commercialization .Just a hobby alone is not worth taking part in the exhibition "
"Let's Hans I know what your qualities are like .this is for charity "
" Well you can come to this address .I kept all my treasures there "Hans laughed
"Okay Hans tomorrow I'll be there "
Then the two exchanged stories as long as they did not meet . There are laughter also sometimes frowning each other because of astonishment .
the next day Hans was already waiting for Wayan in his secret room . Where almost all of his paintings he kept .Wayan came in the morning once .Hans invites Wayan to choose the painting to be exhibited .
Arrived Wayan stopped at the painting of the pensive girl .Hans was shocked .
" Hans this painting is so beautiful and I was carried away by the atmosphere you described ."
" You choose another this means a lot to me "
" You should have been able to hold a solo exhibition . I have to take this pensive painting as a master piece "
" Stay no, there are still many others Wayan, do not force "
" I promise I'll give him back this Hans that can't be exchanged for material .Let others enjoy their beauty "
"You have to keep this one painting with your life "
" Of course Hans and which one you're advertising for the auction "
" It's up, but the pensive girl has to go back "
" Well I choose this one "Wayan designates a very natural painting
beautiful "
" Take it "
Hans entrusted his painting to be exhibited by Wayan .Wayan handed over the exhibition invitation to Hans .
" Come to this exhibition you'll see the magic of your pensive girl shaking the exhibition "
" I didn't promise to attend but I tried to attend "
":Well Hans I got what I wanted and I asked for a saying "
" Remember you have to keep my pensive girl with your body soul "
***
Arman was standing by Radit's car .Arman restlessly awaits .Radit out of the house . "Like a woman alone dressed for long "the grunts of Arman in the heart .
Not long ago Radit came out in a charming formal suit . Radit looked at Arman's already upset face .Radit's smile expands
" You're upset Arman?.There's still plenty of time to go there . Actually I was lazy to force myself to meet Mr. Raka .That arrogant guy is like training my patience . "
" I'm not upset, just bored waiting for you "
" Let's go "
Both of them slide towards the place where the painting exhibition was held . The distance of the exhibition venue from Radit's house is not far only thirty minutes drive .
The exhibition building is wide open .Many visitors arrived .Apparently this event has been prepared carefully by the committee .
Ten minutes from Radit came the opening event of the exhibition at the do . Radit arrived on time . Local officials inaugurated there was cordiality among fellow entrepreneurs .
Radit began to enjoy every painting that was plastered . Admiring every detail as well as the gradation of the colors swept across the canvas makes for a wonderful wonder
Arriving in front of the special room Radit was glued to a painting that made his heart crumble .Painting of pensive girl .His lips quivered calling out the name of his wife Anisa .
Radit's hand rubbed the glass-bound frame . Her tears are melting
" You're Anisa, where are you .Did you call me through this painting "
" You were carried away by Mr. Radit "someone greeted me kindly .
Radit turned his head the middle-aged man was smiling looking at him . Radit rubbed the clear grain that had flowed
" Mister Raka, Yes I really enjoyed this painting .The face in this painting..."
" I know this beautiful face is very similar to your wife . Although only once did I see Madame Radit when the wedding reception .But her pretty face is so memorable in everyone's memory "
" a ..Thanks for the compliment "
" I'm so sorry Mr. Radit for the passing of your beloved wife "
" Stop he hasn't died in the still life .He must be back "Radit said firmly
Mr. Raka was shocked by Radit's words .The rumors that circulated correctly .Mr. Radit cannot accept the fact that his wife is dead .Mr. Raka is sorry .
" I pray Mr. Radit " said Raka while leaving her
" It's a good thing I always refused to cooperate with Mr. Radit . He had a mental breakdown that turned out to be "the heart of Mr. Raka .
Arman watched the scene . He was very upset with Radit .Why could his boss be so stupid .Expanding his own weakness . Intention to come here to get the sympathy of Mr. Raka but only aggravate the situation .
" Boss why exactly makes Mr. Raka angry "
" You think the word he said doesn't hurt .He said my wife was dead .In my dream Alea said her mother was still alive "
" Dreams occur from subconscious impulses. The boss who wants Miss Anisa alive ''
" No offense to the boss "
" Look at Arman's painting ! Her face, her gesture eyes look very similar to Anisa .Please find out who the painter is and I want this painting to be mine "
" But the painting boss is not here to sell if the boss wants the painting at auction over there "
" Let's know how I don't want to know "
" Boss so go to auction no ?"
" I want to be here, I really miss Anisa "
" Our boss ..?"
Radit stared dejectedly at Arman .He does not want to be disturbed .Radit sensed Anisa was waiting for him .
" Go Arman do as you please as long as you don't bother me " Radit asserted .
There was a man who had noticed Radit's behavior . Hans stood at the end of there . Noticing Radit unblinking staring at the painting of the pensive girl .
Hans' feelings change, there are regrets and fears . Shouldn't have let Wayan carry her pensive girl's painting . It will be easier to trace Alea's trail .
Radit and Alea are equally connected .Despite the distance and also forgets the memory . "Is their love so great ?" hans' inner rumbles aside all possibilities . " No, I love Alea more than I can accept Alea whole even though there is a baby in her belly I still love her " Hans tepis in heart .
Hans leaves the gallery and tells Wayan if anyone wants to know who painters the pensive girl to keep her secret .Hans did not want to leave a trace that could be traced .
Radit's still in front of the pensive girl's painting . Next to him was a middle-aged man .Come enjoy the painting of the pensive girl
" You're very interested in Mr Radit ?"
Radit glanced over . The middle-aged man is quite eccentric . He is famous as the king in the field of Architecture .
"Mr David was happy to meet you "
"I also feel the yearning of this girl Mr. Radit "
" really ? This face is very similar to my wife's "
" I heard the news that I also.."
"Don't say, I'm sure my wife is still alive . Even if others think I'm crazy "
" Nothing is impossible Mr. Radit do not ignore the assumption of others "
" Thank you so far only Mr. David has believed in miracles "
" Everything on earth is a miracle we are only human "
" Thank you, Mr. David "
" It is with pleasure, Oh yes I will help you with the problem of the mall project that is being built, because you are a man who believes in miracles "
" Is David really ?I've contacted the arrogant Mr. Raka .But it is precisely the miracle of Mr. David the King of Architects to petrify me .Alhamdulilah ..."
" Tomorrow I will correct the problematic design without changing its function "
" My team will come to my father's office tomorrow morning "
" It doesn't take me to come alone "
" Mister David thank you "
The two engaged in a familiar conversation .While judging the painting painting displayed .
***
Radit threw his body on the bed .His eyes looked at the sky .This is the most painful time for Radit . The beautiful shadow of togetherness with Anisa will come and go .
Her chest back tightness supposing she deserved to scream calling Anisa calling her and venting her longing feelings . Every night Radit would be heartbroken .
Radit was forced to take a sedative that doctors prescribed . Without drugs Radit can not sleep .He would stay up all night and cry for Anisa .
Eight o'clock in the morning Radit will go to the office after preparing . He saw that Ms. Ratna was thinner. It's been a few days Radit hasn't seen Ratna's mom there's a feeling of guilt .He did not pay attention to the middle-aged woman .
" Mom didn't have breakfast ?"
" It's "said mom lied .At the end of this, Ratna lost her spirit to live . He often forgets his meal . He also felt very lonely .
" Mom should have breakfast not to be thin like this . Later Anisa will scold me Mom, see this skinny mother .What would I eat if I ordered "
" It's time for Radit not to give you too much hope . I'm tired of waiting ..I guess I just want to be with Alea "
" Mom don't ever give up on the one we love "
" Sad mother Radit keeps this up .Can't accept Anisa's reality ..."
" Mother please never say the thing I hate the most . If you don't expect Anisa to come home don't stop me from waiting for her Mom I'm sure that Anisa will come home 'Anisa is still alive "
" I hope all your faith happens "Mother Ratna's tears melt
" Mom last night I saw a painting exhibition of a girl who was pensively painting her face was very similar to Anisa .This is also a sign that Anisa still has a ma'am .I can't believe you saw me take a picture of her "
Radit gave his phone to Ms. Ratna . Watch the painting captured on camera .It is true that every inch and stroke on the face of the painting belongs to Anisa .Ms. Ratna's getting sobbing
" I ask mother's prayer, if you're sure. My mother's prayer was the quickest "
" Kid Radit forgive mom .I should have trusted you more.You really loved Anisa . In the deepest heart of the mother also felt Anisa was still alive . It's just that I feel sorry for your prolonged sadness .I want you to be happy, son "
" My happiness with Anisa Ma'am .Pray that Anisa will be found soon .If you get lost quickly get the way home if the pain is quickly healed . To be able to gather with us "
Radit's eyes glared far away . Her heart was so sick and languished harboring feelings that others did not believe her . They consider Radit's waiting in vain . .....