Painting Your Eye Ball
HEART KEY
Naya and Cakra's first day of training for retirement preparation. They chose to practice at Naya's house. With consideration, Naya's house is always quiet during the day. Papa Naya in the office and his mother also worked as a lecturer who required him to go home until evening. At home there is only Bi Rahmi, the household assistant of their family. Naya, who is her only child, often feels lonely at home and prefers to go home from school until the afternoon arrives. If he does not paint in a fine art room, then he will spend time with Cakra. The one who was always there for him.
“So, you mainin her intro used to be that, huh?” ask Naya to make sure.
“Yup. Well, keep you out later, kind of a little drama first. Sad acting or something. New, deh you start painting.”
“Gue paints what, yes?”
“Paint me, dong.”
“Males bang.”
“This is me, right, singing a romantic song. Cook are you drawing cartoons?”
“Yeah, but do not paint you also sluggish,” replied Naya sulking.
“Aduh. We were performing in front of the teenage students. What else is interesting besides love? I am sure, ntar we will be selected as the best duet performer. There is no sure thing about acoustics with painting.”
“Yakin you?”
“Hundred percent, Nay. Believe me the same. Plus, I'm, right, handsome. Surely all will be amazed, deh.”
“Narsis really you? Like a handsome gini, how ugly?” Naya advanced her lower lip sneering.
“We prove it later. That Wicaksana chakra always gives proof, not promise.”
“Facial brightener ads, dong, lu,” tease Naya. In his heart he recalled the times when Cakra embraced him. He realized all this time this mysterious guy had never been luring him any promises. But Naya still feels cared for and loved. He could truly feel that genuine affection. Maybe Cakra is the type of guy who prefers to show by deeds not words. Damn, it all made him feel comfortable. Comfortable beside the chakras. Comfortable being a girl who is considered important. In fact, it was comfortable as his body was immersed in the warm embrace of Cakra.
“Hahaha. Than a sanitary napkin ad? No salute ntar.”
“Do not sanitary napkins, but adult diapers. Your face, right, old. Must've been a hard sell.”
“Basic, Petite!” cakra then ruffled Naya's hair.
“Apaan, anyway? Damaged my hair. Ugly,” Naya said stay away. “Yaudah mainin intro now, deh. I want the denger. I don't want your guitar playing to make my beautiful painting pointless.” Naya averted an atmosphere that almost made her baper again.
“Weit. If the problem is you calm down. I am an expert in his field. As soon as the first quote, everyone will be amazed and forget to see your painting.”
“Yes, obviously not seen people when the first quote, I have not painted. Weee.” Naya stuck out her tongue.
“Yes too, anyway, huh? Ah, just look at it. I'm practising. Surely in a few minutes you immediately fell asleep with my guitar game.”
“Pede really, anyway, lu?”
“If we don't care we won't be able to squeeze. Stage fright. Umpah, deh. Instead of you curious, mending dengerin aja ntar. But before, I bill your appointment yesterday.” Cakra pointed his chin at the defiant Naya.
“What promise?” tanya Naya frowned. “I guess I never promised you anything to lu.”
“Well, there it is. Forget about. Lu, right, promise to tell you your idea when we start training. Or don't–don't you belom nyiapin idea, huh?”
“Udah, dong. I don't really care if belom.”
“Mana?”
“So gini, Cak. Actually, not just anyone who I will show my abilities this.”
“Sok very lu. Do you have talent?”
“Punya.”
“What?”
“Npainting.”
“Then I knew. The other one, dong. At best your talent path cepet doang,” taunted Cakra.
“Eat him you horrified me first, Cungkring. Play cut it. Am I having a birthday cake?”
“OK, okay. Continue the presentation, Mom. Later I stay the value of eligibility,” said Cakra reached out his right palm welcome.
“Ha? Don't you, deh, Nay. Lu will expel all participants of the ntar pension. Can't stand them hearing your voice.”
“Nyebelin really, hell, lu.” Naya renders Cakra's left ear furious.
“Okay, ouch. You think my ears are rubber bands? Pake pulled at will.” Cakra caresses her reddened ears. Turns out Naya's jeweran is hard too.
“You should stop being a nice guy. Is my voice that good? All of you on the run? All will be fascinated and washed away by the muddy sound of me,” replied Naya defend herself. “Do not protest! My turn is narcissistic now.” Naya pointed her index finger right in front of Cakra's face when she saw the guy wanting to open his mouth refuting.
“Who wants to protest? Your emang? Protestor! I'm just surprised, how will you sing while painting? Your focus is interrupted, dong.”
“Yes, that's what we do for training, ‘kan? Children already know my skills in painting, I want to show something different in retirement later. Once upon a time there was a third-grader who fancied me later.”
“Ganjen lu! Where anyone wants the same girl jeweler kayak lu.”
“Yeee. How come you're the sewot, anyway? His name is also a business,” fishing rod Naya. He smiled faintly when he saw that Cakra's countenance began to turn wry.
“Who is sewot? I just don't want to, our appearance becomes disturbed just because you are hard to focus between painting with singing.”
“Which said I was singing with painting at the same time who was it? Yes we make, dong, the concept is slick. How, one song that we sing can be remembered by the audience.”
“Mmmh. Maybe, too, if so. Let's be more romantic. Just continue to real life.” The chakra moves his eyebrows up and down repeatedly.
“No need to dream in broad daylight, deh,” sambar Naya fast. Again he refused to baper any further.
“It's late in the afternoon, Nay. No longer broad daylight,” sergeant Cakra defended himself. More precisely keep trying to provoke Naya's response. How hard it is to give up when dealing with this multitalented girl.
“How can you, yes. I'm playing the intro now.”
“Oke, Beautiful. But you have to live, yes. Let it hit my heart,” said Cakra picked up the guitar lying next to him without looking back at Naya's reddened face.
Cakra started strumming his chocolate guitar. Sure enough, what he said just now. There has not been a minute, Naya has been successfully floated into the realm of feeling. As soon as he lived, the man who loves acoustic music did not realize that Naya had noticed his face. His eyes implied an incredible admiration. Not only because of the passage of his guitar that is very beautiful, but by his kindness and honesty interpret the feelings so far. His heart drifted further as the melodious voice began to show itself.
This time Naya lost again. All his doubts have been broken along with each twang that collaborates harmoniously with the soft voice of Cakra.
And I admit it's just you
Which can change everything
Crazy point of view
That I feel
About the love that has been closing the door of my heart
Which you have now opened
Unknowingly Naya participated in singing the song “Key Hati” belongs to Afgan with no less lived him. Cakra stopped her singing and was stunned to see Naya's face singing as if she really felt it.
The chakras of choosing this song are not without reason. He purposely set this song as nothing but to reveal the whole flavor that was bursting and almost bubbling out. Only the pain he felt if the feeling was too strong that he held his own. He wanted to prove, whether Naya had the same feelings as him or not. The haughty girl had quite a high prestige, what else was related to feelings. Until at any time will not admit his heart.
Naya closed her eyes, even though their song was done. Long time he's been tearing things up. It did not matter that the guy in front of her looked at her while smiling sincerely. Not to laugh at his behavior, but to be satisfied because it seems he did not choose the wrong song. The heart of that irregularly wavy chick is starting to get a little touched.
“Eh sorry, Cak. I got carried away with the feeling,” Naya said when she realized that she had been engrossed in the world of her own fantasies.
“Nothing, Nay.” Cakra smiled sincerely. “Gue sure you sure love the song. That's why I chose this song.”
Naya nodded then lowered her head. He did not want Cakra to know that the song was aggravating his anxiety. That man must not know if it is Cakra who has the key of his heart.
“Lu really, Nay. Voice you good.”
Naya raised her head uncertainly. Just this time Cakra praised him. Although he knew very well, the guy who at first glance resembled Ambassador Sheila on 7 was very fond of him. However, praising someone is not his type. He would rather flirt with a light mockery than praise.
“Still. Your voice is also good,” reply Naya blushed.
Cakra smiled with satisfaction. Even though they become awkward with each other. He was sure, this would not last long. Naya still needs time to get used to accepting this different situation.
