Painting Images With Light
The Part 18
"How was your day?"
Dirga who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, then took a seat near Bagio, then plucked a piece of boiled chickpeas from inside a dinner plate owned by Bagio.
"I don't know what to say" answered Bagio quietly, forcing him to eat his dinner, and assisted in swallowing his food with a push of water.
"At that time you're not just a new person, but really new today you're living here, huh?" said Dirga. "I saw you at the gym."
"Yes," answered Bagio briefly.
"How long have you been a model?" ask Dirga.
"I just wanted to try" replied Bagio.
"Creally ...? Great of you too! Just starting out as a model, but immediately accepted in this agency," said Dirga.
"Not that great. I was helped by an acquaintance who took a picture of me, a few weeks ago" said Bagio.
Dirga looked mangosteen as if understanding.
"It looks like you're having trouble—" Dirga pointed to Bagio's dinner plate with a look in his eyes.
"This agency is already the best to take care of the models, when compared to other agencies," continued Dirga.
Dirga then leaned back in his chair and slightly lowered his buttocks from the seat, so that his legs could extend straight forward.
"Other agencies, just want the model skinny, smart posing, can make a lot of money, but they do not want to know what is an obstacle for the model," said Dirga.
"Have you been a model for a long time?" ask Bagio curious.
"Lumayan. It has been eight years, if not wrong," Dirga replied lightly. "But, I've only been able to join this agency for about a year."
"Then, your experience has been a lot" chirped Bagio.
Bagio forced to finish the last mouthful of his food, then hurriedly drank some water.
"Pffhtt ...! Not good, huh?" Maybe Dirga understood, if Bagio had trouble eating his food, to the point that he laughed batedly at the behavior of Bagio.
"Actually if there is a taste of salt let a little, this food is better than what I usually eat at my home in the village," said Bagio.
The rest of the water that soaked the tip of his mouth, was grabbed by Bagio with the back of his hand, then stood up and washed the dishes of his former meal in the sink.
"For a long time also accustomed. That's still mengingan. Imagine if you eat fried food, or Junk Food....
... Plus, irregular eating hours, but you are required to stay thin. How about?" said Dirga.
Bagio who had finished washing the dishes, then sat back in his chair earlier. "Isn't frying banned?"
"Yes, it's forbidden. But, if you are already at work, inevitably, you will only eat the food provided there," replied Dirga.
"At the fashion show, the food was only fried potatoes and fried chicken flour....
... It's better that I don't eat, than I have to spit it out again, or exercise extra, just to burn calories from that junk food," Dirga continued.
If exercising still makes sense, but if you regurgitate food that has been eaten, it feels really strange for Bagio.
"Did anyone eat and vomit again?" ask Bagio confused.
"Anorexia. Have you heard of it?" said Dirga.
Bagio shook his head. "No."
"For example, because the body wants to stay thin, but the food provided is only high-calorie food, the average model becomes accustomed to forcing her to regurgitate her food again" said Dirga explained.
Although Bagio can understand the purpose of the models, but according to Bagio, the explanation of Dirga still sounds disgusting.
"Are you not hungry?" ask Bagio.
"I just ate apples last night. The person from the agency who bought it," Dirga replied. "But for tonight, I ordered food online. In a moment, at the very most have also been delivered."
Just as Dirga finished talking, her phone suddenly rang, and Dirga seemed to rush to answer the incoming call.
"..."
"Yes, yeah. Wait a minute, I'm out!" Dirga was then seen keeping his phone again, into his jacket pocket.
"I'm ahead first! My order food has come," said Dirga who had stood up.
"Okay!" sahut Bagio's.
Dirga then walked away from the dining room that was joined with the soup kitchen, leaving Bagio back there alone.
There's nothing more that you need to do right now.
Earlier, his clothes had been washed using a washing machine, which was taught how to use by one of the models in Dorm.
Although he actually felt a little tired from training all afternoon until evening, but Bagio was still lazy to go lying in his room.
So Bagio remained sitting there, until finally Dirga was seen walking back, holding a plastic bag in his hand.
Dirga sat back in his chair, then opened and removed the contents of the plastic bag, onto the dining table.
"I ordered some corn soup. You wanna try it? But, do not expect any taste, other than the taste of corn and pepper," said Dirga offered, smiling.
"No, thank you. I'm full" said Bagio.
"I ordered food at my restaurant. So, they already knew that they could not use salt, or flavoring," said Dirga, and then began to feed the soup with a plastic spoon to his mouth.
"What during the modeling, can not eat salt?' ask Bagio curious.
"No. Of course not. If your metabolism is good, you can eat anything, without fear of gaining weight....
... Another with me. I can't eat wrong, my weight can get crazy. Hence, I keep a strict diet," replied Dirga.
Bagio mangut-mangut understood.
"How much weight do you have to lose?" ask Dirga.
"Said Coach earlier, about five to ten kilos," replied Bagio.
"Slightly," said Dirga, then looked at Bagio from the tip of his hair to the tip of his foot. "You mean targeted to be an advertising model, or a model for photo shoots, huh?"
"I don't know" said Bagio honestly.
"If you're a catwalk model, at least, you should lose about fifteen to twenty pounds" says Dirga.
"Huh?" It felt like he could not believe what he had just heard.
"Yes. Didn't you notice how straight I was, when we took a bath together?" ask Dirga.
The shadow about Dirga's clean yard, back across the head of Bagio, to make his face feel a bit hot with embarrassment.
Bagio shook his head. "No."
"Let's look at another model! If they are targeted to be fashion models, they must be very thin. Let alone fat, muscle is almost non-existent" says Dirga.
"How old are you?" dirga asked hurriedly, and seemed to link his eyebrows together, forming a crease on his forehead.
"Twenty-three," replied Bagio.
Dirga looks to nod his head. "Want to!"
"To become a catwalk model, the maximum age considered productive, is twenty-five years. With your age now, it's a responsibility to be prepared as a fashion model like that" Dirga explained.
"Then, how old are you now?" ask Bagio.
"Hehehe ...! Although I look old, but I am only nineteen years old," Dirga replied with a small laugh.
Bagio took a good look at Dirga's face, and indeed Dirga looked older than his original age, but Bagio did not want to express his judgment, and chose to keep quiet.
