My promise to you Anindya

Painting Meaning

Arriving at home, I immediately briefly heated the side dish Anin gave me, so as not to stale the next day. And enter all of them into the dining closet.

After that I immediately cleaned myself before going to bed, and prepared the school needs for tomorrow.

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A gust of wind greeted me who was pensively enjoying the view outside the classroom. Every morning I like to be alone in the corner outside the classroom while snacking on chocolate, until the bell goes off.

"Good morning to the children" said the teacher entering the classroom.

"Good morning, buk."

I also directly lead the do'a as usual, so that the lesson today runs smoothly and all the knowledge that can be a blessing.

These are the subjects I like the most. A subject that makes the world colorful, especially if not art and culture. Without this art and culture, I think the world would be boring.

"Good kids, today we're going to start the material about painting."

"Have you brought the drawing book and the painting equipment?" ask the teacher.

"It's all buk." answered us all.

The teacher also explained what painting is, and its types. After explaining the painting material, the teacher immediately gave the task of painting.

"Kids, now I'm giving you a task. You have to make one painting in 30 minutes."

"What is buk's theme? ask me.

" The theme is free, you can paint anything."

"Good buk."

Now I began to think, what painting would I make. glanced left and right to look for a painting object, because I wanted to paint someone's face. I saw Anin was busy painting flowers.

"Hmm. did I paint Anin's face" I thought.

Immediately I took out all the pencils that had various sizes and thicknesses, I saw some of them and a little wonder, for what pencils that much.

"Lang... Did you bring a lot of pencils?"

"Well, if you want to paint it, we must have various types of pencils" I replied.

"What's the difference, huh?" ask again.

"It's different, look at the thickness of the pencil." I said a little line in the drawing book, to show the thickness of the pencil I meant.

"It's different, I just swore."

"Hahaha yes, you are not a hobby of painting" I said laughing and continued to make an initial sketch of Anin's face with a pencil size HB.

After finishing making the initial sketch, I immediately continued to thicken some parts and smooth them with tissue. While coolly thickening the color of the pencil, Mother Master came up to me and praised my unfinished painting.

"I-this is me painting Anindya's face buk." I said a little embarrassed.

"Anindya apparently, kirain mother. Hahahah." he said laughing, I know what the teacher's buk meant. It was a code, so I would paint his face for free.

After that, the teacher's mother began to wander around to see others painting just about anything. At Anin's desk, the teacher's mother told Anin that I was painting her face. Anin was surprised, and she began to wonder if the painting I made was good. Anin began to slowly approach me from behind, and looked at my unfinished painting.

"Well, I was painted apparently." he said praising and making me shocked half to death, I immediately covered the painting with my body.

"Ih.k was closed that way. I want to see the results."

"Later yes, not now" I said to Anin. I was very embarrassed, because Anin knew that I was trying to paint her face.

"Yes, if it's gonna be. I want to see ya." said her sweet smile, which made me more excited to paint her face.

After Anin returned to her desk, I continued to paint until the painting was finished.

"Good kids, your time is up. Let's collect everything." he said.

"Okay, buk."

We all started to come forward to collect the paintings we had made. After that the teacher's book began to assess all the paintings that we have made, the results of that value are not written in our picture book, but in the value book that has been prepared beforehand. After we finished judging, Ibu Indah called us one by one to come forward and explained the meaning of the paintings we made.

The first to be called Anindya, he immediately explained his work painting about a flower meaning in the life of the world, There looks beautiful flowers, blooming, and some withered because they were not exposed to the sun. Anin's painting was actually not very good, but the meaning of her meaning was what made everyone in the class amazed. The meaning of his painting is about a human race near and far from religion. The beautiful blooming flower signifies a man who is close to his Lord. Anin explained that if man is close to God, he will feel happiness and peace in his life. And the withered flower, describes a man far from his Lord, who loves sin and evil. He would slowly wither like that flower, and die in a miserable state.

Everyone applauded, hearing the explanation of the meaning of the painting.

Including the mother Indah who immediately gave an additional 9 in her value book. Anin was invited back to his seat, and followed by others. Many meanings are good, some are funny, some are sad, some are happy, and some are abstract.

After a few people were called, it was finally my turn to go forward and avenge. I'm a little nervous because I don't know what I'm going to explain to them.

"Nih lang your painting, let's now you explain the meaning of the meaning." said Mother beautifully while giving my picture book is still closed.

I slowly opened my picture book, to show them the paintings. When I showed it, everyone was amazed and clapped their hands while whistling at my painting as it was real.

"Woah.

"It's good, nin you are the object of the painting."

"Cieee.." yelling all made me and Anin blush immediately.

"Already everything, Alang wants to explain first the meaning of the painting." Said Mrs Beautiful calming the atmosphere.

I also began to explain the meaning of the painting I made. At first I was confused as to what I should explain to them. But since I saw Anin's face smiling beautifully, I started to get a brilliant idea.

I am clear to all about the meaning of the painting. That this painting shows an ordinary woman who has a form like an angel of heaven with all its simplicity. The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter because of my explanation, I saw Anin's face flushed like a boiled crab. Anin smiled shyly and misbehaved due to their cheers.

( Hi Hi all 👋👋😄, sorry yes because of his long up. because yesterday was busy learning and developing concepts for this santuy novel, hopefully you like it in eps this time. Don't forget to smile ❤ )