NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 35. CHANGE THE PAINTING FLOW

Maghala was the same, looking towards Asha. The girl then looked down.

"Am I easy to recognize and read? so that someone else is easy to make me fall?" lamented Asha, staring back at the strokes that he tore at. The look in his eyes was glaring, as if to paint a sense of heart that he was disappointed.

Maghala noticed the line that Asha scratched on the canvas. For some reason his brain and eye sight captured that Asha was fit to depict a work of art using the techniques of one type of khat.

"It's not easy to recognize and read. But you're very expressive here. An upright line, and thickness, usually signifies a clear feeling of the heart. Emotionally it is, from there others can judge after we speak or gestures of body language," Ghala said, pointing to two curves on the canvas.

Ashadiya looked back at the painting. He holds a certain kind of flow that is sometimes only understood by him.

"You're a good fit if you take the contemporary expressionist school. You want to describe feelings but don't want to be bound by rules and eroded by the times, right? What you feel is, it could be a medium in expressing your opinion in your opinion" Ghala guessed. If you look at Asha's personality and what she's painting.

Instantly the woman who looked blankly at the painting in front, turned to Ghala. The cherry lips covered the sweet smile until his eyes narrowed.

The white skin that was drenched in the sun became a blush as he smiled like this.

"Why, happy very much. I want a present, right?" tanya Ghala, also contracting Asha's smile.

"Ghala knows about the flow of painting?" reply Asha, turning her head while propping up her chin looking at her husband.

Maghala honestly didn't understand much, she just guessed the origin. Asha's painting has never been seen during her stay in Cyra's residence. The man shook his head faintly.

Ashadiya Cyra asked Ghala to push her wheelchair towards one of the buildings at the back of the Mansion. Asha pointed straight from where they were now.

The woman, then pulled the key out of the apron pocket she was wearing, asked Ghala to open the lock. As the door slowly opened, Maghala was left with many blank canvases on the side of the entrance.

"The light," Asha's pinta pointed at the wall, for Ghala to press the switch.

Clik.

"Maa by Allah. This is your work, Asha?" ghala asked in amazement as she pushed the Asha wheelchair into the middle of the room.

Maghala noticed one by one the paintings on display lined the walls. Everything revolves around, abstract lines, masks of human faces, leaves and money even tickling suppositions, piggy banks tightly bound to belts but many holes so that the gold coin pokes here and there.

The youngest daughter Adhisty nodded, she pulled out one masterpiece that had not been published yet.

"This is the plan for the German event but I'm not leaving, but they give me the golden ticket for next year" Asha said, looking at the paints that depict the silhouette of a child bending his knees in the middle of the crowd.

Maghala Sakha turned her gaze to the painting propped up on the floor. Beautiful and as if to paint, her.

"It's you?" search for Ghala, crouching beside Asha.

"I-I can't always hide in front of you. Like a psychic," Asha's great-grandson lowered his head. Again Maghala correctly guessed the contents of his heart and mind.

Young master Magenta, rubbing Asha's head. He was only paying attention, not studying psychic arts.

"Why not start learning khat, Asha? scratches under the tree will be beautiful if to write God's asthma. You wanna try?" ghala asked softly, afraid of offending Ashadiya.

Maghala explains the understanding of khat as well as its types. Khat is also known as the art of calligraphy painting. There are several types that are commonly studied and encountered in Indonesia. The most popular example is the halal MUI logo using a kufi model and a number of ordinary Arabic writing paintings displayed on the walls of the mosque.

Ashadiya was interested. He asked Ghala to push back to his original position, where his painting tools were located.

"Whatever I said the other day, we'll find a reference for you to practice painting again yes this, khat," Ghala said, showing something on the screen of his device and handing it over to Asha.

"What's this name?" asha asked, her face became very innocent with sparkling eyes.

Maghala gemas herself. Although she is over 22 years old, Asha still deserves to wear an ash-white uniform.

"Khat tsulut. To paint this usually must be proficient khat naskhi first. The lines and writing are easy for beginners to learn." Ghala lays out the basics of science that he knows.

"I-I still haven't written the Hijaiyah, how?" ask Asha, embarrassed. He even went back to learning ablution when Ghala asked him to pray.

"Learn again while flexing the right wrist. It's never too late, Asha. God prefers a servant who will change for the better whatever his past. Oft-Forgiving is also Most Merciful," Ghala replied, dampening Asha's anxiety.

Lady ayu nodded enthusiastically. He saw streaks, scratches between one kind and another. The calligraphy of the writings of basmallah compared to some types of khat scratches really make him interested.

"This type of fat is often considered a middle class khat because it is not too difficult to learn, but also not easy. Calligraphy that carries the concept of tsuluts is generally used as a wall decoration because of its beauty .. suitable right? in addition to still being able to describe the style and feeling due to the arch, you also all preach. For example, painting salawat with khat naskhi or others, everyone who reads it, you will be rewarded with kindness," said the handsome man, pointing to the different types of display on the screen.

Pleasing Rosulullah is many ways, not only going up to the pulpit or da'wah firmly in the science council. The faint, and easy to accept the community there is a way. The pious also need help to touch the connoisseurs of art with an approach to the Khalik through the medium they enjoy, and this is the duty of all the ummah if the goal is lillah.

Today Maghala Sakha has expressed much of her thoughts and opinions to Asha. Easy words to digest make Ashadiya more understanding and amazed at the figure of the man beside him.

"Asha, sorry. I ignored you earlier, we enter yuk. Time to sell live because it's a short break from the office and lunch. I have to start a cattle affiliate account to get a lot of cash and save for you. Tomorrow we control, does he have any sign of moving?" ghala said, pushing back his wife's wheelchair.

Ashadiya nodded, he did not understand what Ghala's sentence was about livestock sales accounts and also signs. "Move like what? squirming then? not yet dong, is it still unyu .. livestock account how? are you fed or looking for a mate like a chicken?" asha asked, looking up at Maghala.

Crisp laughter was heard accompanying the steps of the two back into the Mansion. The handsome man only explained a glimpse of the rules of the game if he wanted to quickly reap a lot of results. However, still Asha gawked.

When he was about to touch the terrace, suddenly.

"Ashe. The day after tomorrow we will be a four-monthly baby shower as well as the thanks of the signing of cooperation with mama. Today, MuA will come to match the dress and make-up," Sade said, blocking the pace of both.

"I'm nobody to you!" reply Asha, staring fiercely at the man in front.

"Surge! Don't try my limits, young master Sadana."

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