Painting Images With Light
The Part 30
"Eat what's good, huh?!" Citra's index finger tapped on the steering wheel of her car, as if she was hesitating, rather than waiting for an answer from Bagio.
On arrival of Bagio in Dorm earlier, without waiting for long, Bagio immediately took a shower and prepared for his meeting plan with Citra.
Andi who told Bagio that Citra who came to pick up Bagio, was waiting in front of Dorm, seemed to put on a face as if not believing, with what he was saying to Bagio.
It seems very strange, if Citra to invite one of the models to go outside with him, and even to pick up the person in Dorm, like Bagio today.
Slowly, Citra drove her car into the highway, which looks crowded with vehicles.
What foods can you suggest?
The plan, Bagio will only meet and talk with Citra alone, without any additional plans for dinner outside together.
Bagio bag that is almost hollow, certainly not ready if it has to be dredged deeper, if until Citra invites him to eat expensive food.
But it also feels impossible, if Bagio to invite Citra to eat at a roadside stall, in order to follow the level of the ability of the sheet of paper Bagio, which is rolled tangled in his pants pocket.
Does Citra want to make money from the perfume it wears, so it is replaced by the smell of burnt satay smoke in roadside food stalls?
Moreover, if they eat it just while sitting on a mat on the sidewalk, and only make jeans used Citra so dirty.
Hm ... Had Bagio known, maybe Bagio could have borrowed a little extra money from Hana.
But what do you want to say?
Inevitably, Bagio could only resign.
If the thin cloth that became the material for his trouser pocket had been removed until it ran out, but still could not afford to pay for the food, then Bagio was ready to be a dishwasher that night.
"Do you want to eat Padang food?" ask Citra.
"Eh! It's up to you" said Bagio in doubt.
"What about you? The food of the heat field is very high," Citra said.
"It's okay. Afterwards, I can increase my sports hours" said Bagio.
"Okay!"
The image does not look at all difficult when driving his car, by carrying Bagio in it, until arriving at a Padang restaurant.
The dining house is not too luxurious, and it seems simple, but looks crowded with buyers.
Taking an empty table that was located close to the window, Bagio and Citra sat in a chair facing each other.
Beautiful and interesting image that sits in front of Bagio, still more interesting views of the location of the cashier that can be seen by Bagio clearly.
Especially when there is a mother who pays the bill, to a sheet of paper with the face of the first president of Indonesia and his representative.
Bagio can already draw conclusions, if even though the place looks simple, but the price of food is not simple.
Apparently, even though Bagio washes dishes at the restaurant later, it will still not be enough to cover the price of side dishes that contain thick coconut milk.
I don't know what Bagio will say to Citra, when it's time to stand in front of the cashier.
"What are you thinking?" Citra's question, surprised Bagio from his daydream.
"Nothing," replied Bagio quietly.
Citra then poured a little sauce on the rice, and took some side dishes that were also put in the dinner plate.
The eyes of Citra seemed to move up and down towards Bagio, then towards the dinner plate belonging to Bagio, up to several times.
"We can move to another restaurant only," Citra chirped suddenly.
"Eh! Why?" ask Bagio wonder.
"No!" sahut Bagio hurry.
"Then get eaten, then!" The image pointed at the side dishes available on the table, with a look in his eyes.
"Because if I'm the only one eating, then I'm not buying you. But I just feel like I'm tormenting you, who can only watch me eat" continued Citra.
Bagio is wrong now.
If it reaches Bagio eating too much, then Bagio will only burden Citra, which he said will pay the price of their food.
Whereas if Bagio eats too little, then Citra may be disappointed to see it, because Bagio will look as if he does not like the food choices that Citra wants.
Ckck ...!
A man who has no money is no fun.
Bagio took the side dish and put it on his plate with determination, if he had earned his first salary, then he would try to repay Citra's treaty.
"Can I ask you more about you? If you don't want to, that's okay too. I just want to get to know you better" Citra said.
"Partners can ask me anything" said Bagio.
"Have you ever planned to be a model?" ask Citra.
Bagio shook his head. "No."
"If there are no students who are KKN in my village, then I meet one of them, maybe I still remain a farmer" continued Bagio.
The image, which gulped down a little of his drinking water, then asked again, "What's it like after starting work? Is there any regret?"
"No, anyway," replied Bagio. "I just still feel less confident, if anyone wants to hire me like this."
"Did you know? The swimsuit photo shoot was not just for local advertising. Therefore overseas products, whose sales have been international periodical....
... I worked with the marketing department of the product, and we also both chose the model" Citra said.
"So you have to be more confident, because we only take four local models, and you can be selected from among hundreds of models, submitted to us," continued Citra.
"I'm sorry" said Bagio, remembering the mess he made this morning.
"Not to be too thoughtful. I assume because you may still be very new in this field, so you can still be nervous....
... It may also be because you feel fear, because you see how my anger is exploding while working," Citra said with a smile.
"I'm not afraid of you, but—" Foro who rushed to say, finally just stopped talking suddenly.
Shame, if Bagio had to admit, if he became nervous, because he felt interested in the figure of Citra.
Eating rice Padang alone, Bagio was already worried about whether he would be able to pay for it, let alone talk about his dream, who wanted to establish a closer relationship with Citra.
"In addition to me working as a photographer, what else do you know about me?" ask Citra.
Fortunately, Citra did not seem to want to urge Bagio, to continue his unfinished sentence earlier.
Thus, Bagio did not need to feel too awkward and confused to look for excuses.
Bagio who had just fed a spoonful of food to his mouth, did not immediately answer Citra's question.
"Hana told me, when we left your house earlier. He said, you are the son of Madam Sally," replied Bagio, after swallowing his food.
The image then looks nodding his head.
"Hm ... I see, huh?! I was just guessing, but I think you're getting nervous because of me" Citra said.
"Is it possible that you're interested in me, even if you don't know me well?" continued Citra.
