Painting Your Eye Ball
The Naya Canvas World
Jakarta, September 2019
NAYA smoothed her brush nimbly. The special room for children exkul fine art has been empty. However, the white girl remained engrossed in her activities. That's how it is every day. There is nothing more interesting than painting and painting.
Silence drowned Naya into her canvas world. Many friends say that Naya is like a trance when faced with a painting. But, this is far from the impression of screaming or jumping here and there with bulging eyes. Nope. What happened was exactly the opposite. Everyday, this carefree girl who was known to be friendly and silent could turn one hundred and eighty degrees if faced with brushes, oil paints, and canvases.
Occasionally his pink lips smiled faintly looking at the results of his jemari dance. The topic of his painting this time is ‘Mimpi’. Something that makes the world always have a reason to live in. It was a dream about who would accompany him in the future. A person who is real and lives in his imagination.
The figure of the man in the painting is very far from the impression of a handsome prince in a fairyland. What was seen was an irregular curly-haired man with a half-down head. His face implied a covered sadness.
Naya herself did not understand, why she so craved for a man like this in her life. Not planned at all. His fingers just moved to paint the look of that face. There is a feeling of awe that rises to observe the fruits of his own work. Not because of the high level of precision of his skill of scratching brushes. However, he unknowingly portrays a man he has never met in real life, but long languishes in his wishful thinking. I don't know. It's hard to understand, but Naya is happy.
“Still here, Nay? Why not go home?” A heavy yet gentle voice pulled Naya away from her delusion.
Naya turned her head for a while, then looked back at her painting. “Gue just finished painting cute guys. So feel at home, here. You yourself why did the balloons come home? Waiting for me?” ask the carefree girl.
“Kok you tau?”
“Lu, anyway, don't know. I am, right, the eleventh descendant of Ki Joko Bodo.”
“Emang according to lu Ki Joko Bodo is that old?” The thick-browed man leaned over to look at Naya's painting. Brow wrinkled. “That's a face painting of who?”
“You know you,” said Naya while cleaning up the equipment and rolling the canvas immediately.
“Emang can't? Your girlfriend, huh?”
“Cakra! You don't have to force me to reinforce my incomprehensibility with you, yeah. Very handy, anyway.”
“So much, hell,” sahut Cakra elbowed Naya's arm. “Who, anyway, Nay? I wonder. Why do I who is handsome gini never get a chance to be your painting model?”
“Idiih. Why do I paint you too? Which there ntar every one who saw your face painting will be possessed.” Naya leaned the army green bag with a row of three balls onto her shoulder with the origin. He quickly tidied up all his painting equipment and just walked away regardless of Cakra who was still looking at the curious painting of Naya.
“Eh, uh, uh. Not very polite, yes. I'm here waiting for you. Uh, he's dead. Damn me,” ruuk Cakra while running after Naya.
“Eatya lu cepetan. Very lelet, anyway, so guy.” Naya even accelerated her pace. Actually he was on purpose. For some reason making Cakra chase after him was something very fun. Not bad, anyway. But, that guy is too mysterious. He never even managed to figure out which planet Cakra lived on. So, getting that rabbit-toothed guy to chase after him is a way to take revenge for his ignorance.
“Lu whose path is like a motorcycle advertisement. The nimble irrit,” whistle Cakra panting. Even though he has managed to teach Naya steps, it does not mean that his efforts stop there. Still, he had to try hard to keep up with the wave-haired girl's steps so as not to be left behind again.
“Not a lu.” Naya took out a piece of paper from her pocket and thrust it at Cakra.
“Aaan, here?” Cakra scrutinized the paper in wonder.
“Paper,” replied Naya of origin.
“The wife of the rat in my house also knows this is paper, Nay. What paper?”
“Read aja.”
Cakra was forced to stop to be able to read the contents of the paper carefully. His face changed. However, it immediately wrinkled back and bowed tiredly realizing Naya had been far ahead of him. “Tuh son, yes. Can't wait a minute what? My empet.”
His eyebrows rose, when he read a letter containing the registration of the names of the two of them in a pension duet in two weeks. “It's a great opportunity to show you how great I am to Naya. I don't want to make him nyeselah already chose me to be his duet. How nice it is to make, huh?”
Cakra jumped in shock by the intro sound of “Find Jodoh” echoing along the corridor. “Ngagetin aja lu,” umpatnya on a phone that screams from his pants pocket. A smile of victory adorned his face. “Surely he wants to apologize for me. It's okay, Nay. I understand.”
The sweet black guy cleared his throat before picking up his phone. Hoping that his voice will turn into as little as Sammy Simorangkir, what power comes out is precisely the voice of a lover. “Halo.”
“Lu it's really cataclysmic, yes. Here cepetan. I'll wait at the school gate!” naya's shout made Cakra almost drop his phone.
“Crazy, nih, girl. Her voice is so tight. Cans of stone crackers are not as hard as this,” Cakra stroked his ears then rushed after Naya. “What dream did I have last night, huh? He'll wait. Even though my eardrum is still ringing spoiled. It's okay, deh.”
***
“Lu any idea for our pension?” asked Naya before taking a sip of softdrink in her grasp.
“Not yet, anyway. Later that night I thought, deh,” replied Cakra with a mouth full of green bean sandwich.
“Free, deh, I bribe you with bread. Can't think too.” Naya squeezed Cakra's nose until the man coughed.
“Lu it is not very willing to see I enjoy your gift bread, yes. All noses are squeezed. Can't breath me.” Cakra elbowed Naya's left arm after being relieved of her coughing attack.
“Ide is not as easy as it can appear suddenly just because of a piece of bread. In bringing up the idea, it takes a calm atmosphere, sad, full of appreciation ... ”
“Udah. Ngeles aja lu. Anyway tomorrow morning I wait for an idea from you, yeah. I actually thought about the original concept, anyway. But I wanted to hear the idea from you first. Ntar we stay onein,” answered Naya snatch a piece of bread left from Cakra's hand and then eat it.
“Lah, the last one was, Nay. I'm so fond of you,” Cakra protests looking at the pink lips of Naya who is busy chewing.
“Mistake yourself. Why do you have a face that makes laper?”
“Nasi padang, dong, i.”
The pair of young people who were always struggling finally fell silent on their own. Tired of each other's behavior. Secretly grateful Cakra. An Abinaya Buntari brought him here is not a common thing. The windy afternoon atmosphere on the roof of this office building reassures Cakra's initially rumbling heart. However, the beauty of the sky before dusk is not how compared to the beautiful figure on his right side who was stunned to look at the sky with a honey smile. Every now and then he shook his head trying to flick the mischievous hair on his face.
“Lu why worry about me? I'm beautiful, huh?” shoot Naya directly. Actually he already knew about Cakra's feelings for her. However, flirting with the man is a second pleasure other than wanting to be chased.
“Iya. You're so beautiful, Nay. So beautiful that I forgot to say that you should shave a mustache,” replied Cakra pretentiously calm, even though his heart was like a drumbeat civil war not a thousand.
“Rese lo.” Naya grabbed the guy's thick hair furiously.
Instead of being in pain, Cakra leaned over Naya's shoulder to follow the girl's jubilant.
“Your chance, yes?” Naya immediately got up, so that the guy who was always with her every day fell sideways.
“Hahaha,” Naya laughs crisply. “Rasain you. Surprise your chance.”
“That's so good of you, Nay. Pain, nih, my shoulder,” sahut Cakra grimacing.
“Lu, anyway, use the show tangent to my mustache. Cook yes I shave?”
“Lah, you're weird. Girls, coke, moustaches. Poor guy who didn't get the mustache.”
“Iis Dahlia aja moustache, more beautiful. I'm also, dong. Sweet pol!” Naya fused her thumb and index finger together in a circle.
“As far as you are, deh, yes. Now the important thing help me stand.” Cakra stretched out his right hand hoping for help. More in the spoiled direction, anyway. Just wake up, what is so hard?
Naya who felt guilty finally complied. His name is also a man. As soon as Naya welcomed the skinny hand, Cakra pulled Naya's strong hand and swiftly caught the tiny body into her arms.
Not like before. This time Naya was silent. There was a glimmer of warmth running through his heart. Strange vibrations that I don't know the name of begin to tease the chest cavity. Until a few minutes passed, they still held on with their position.
“Gue love you, Nay.” The whisper of Cakra pierced through the sixteen-year-old girl's ears until it was captured by a whole container of taste named heart.
Naya just remained silent. For the first time he did not want to be chased again by Cakra. It felt like being in the arms of the man was now more desirable than letting the patient guy stay behind.
Unconditional ... Unconditionally
Katy Perry's voice pulls the two of them from a world that almost drowns each other's taste. Naya hurriedly stood up and reached into her phone from her shirt pocket. “Yes, Papa.”
“Come down. Papa has come home. Direct to Papa's car in the parking lot, yes.”
“Iya, Pa. Naya down now.”
Cakra looked at Naya full of new hope. It felt like his dream had been getting closer to the real space.
“Home, yuk,” take Naya nervous. “Don't ask me to nolongin you again, yes. Build yourself, gih.” The suddenly misbehaved girl turned around and half ran away leaving Cakra still looking at her while shaking her head and smiling.
***
In the room dominated by the bright yellow, Naya was grieving herself. “Why did I just stay in Cakra's arms, huh? Tu kid has hypnotic science times, huh?”
The girl in white scratched her head that was not itching with anxiety, until her thick hair was tangled almost to cover the face. “Ngak. I can't be soft with him. Trouble I created an image of an expensive selling girl. Cook hugged for free, anyway? Watch out for you tomorrow at school, yes, Cungkring.” Naya slammed her fist into the talapak of her left hand as if Cakra's face was wedged in between.
***
Cakra is busy tuning his guitar keys to harmony with his unique hoarse voice. A piece of paper containing a row of guitar keys before him slowly moved to form an oval face that smiled cheerfully. Intentions want to conceptualize the appearance of their duet, which is even the face of the sweet girl continues to interfere with concentration.
“Lu himself, right, Nay, which means I made an idea for our duet. Lah, even the lu himself who ngerecokin. Hadheh. I have to focus. My future with Naya is in my hands tonight. Naya's gonna cancel the show if I don't finish tonight. Tu kid, right, moody-an”
In the style of a great businessman, Cakra holds his chin with a pen tucked in his fingers. I don't know what's on his mind right now. Thinking of ideas or even Naya? What is clear is that the dumbness continues until late and he fell asleep with the position still sitting, but his body collapsed into the mattress. As a result, tonight he dreams of becoming a circus performer.
