Painting Your Eye Ball
SHORT NAYA AND THIN CAKRA
The art stage held in the framework of the separation of third grade children is lively. Many stunning performances are presented by representatives of each class. Cakra is right. There is not a single performance that combines acoustic music with painting abilities.
Now it was Naya's turn and Cakra's turn to show their best performances. Cakra looks handsome with a small black checkered black shirt combined with blue jeans. While Naya is wearing a black mini dress with no arms. However, keep wearing my white cardigan.
As they have previously discussed. Cakra appears first by being ready to sit in a chair while holding a guitar. In front of him has been placed a standing mic to make it easier for him to sing.
The song intro is starting to play. All participants are silent. They did not expect, a Cakra had such a beautiful voice. Coupled with the shrewdness of strumming guitar strings, to produce the twang that washed away.
The audience held their breath. Not wanting to lose this rare moment of goods for a second. Arriving at the song's refrain, Naya emerges from the backstage reconnecting Cakra's singing. Complete with wireless attached directly to his mouth. This time it's the boys' turn to be dazzled. All they knew all along Naya was only an expert when it came to holding a brush. It turned out that behind the tiny figure, stored such a melodious voice. Many students took long breaths. They regret, why only this time they realize that Naya is a near-perfect figure to be a lover.
Then Cakra resumed singing Naya. As the thick-browed man sang, the shoulder-haired girl then opened the white curtain that covered a rectangular box slowly.
Showing deep sadness, Naya stroked the surface of the canvas sadly. Taken a variety of color oil paint that has been poured into a ceper container that has many small holes.
Naya dipped the brush in black oil paint and began painting. The audience could only see the side of the painting and could not tell what exactly Naya was painting. However, they could feel how much the girl wanted to reveal something through the scratches of her hands.
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
Naya returns to sing the ref part of the song while continuing to paint. Slowly but surely, scratch after scratch is created. Forming a face that has often visited his dreams lately.
Just as the song stopped, Naya finished the painting. Naya quickly confronts the painting to the audience, before Cakra can see the results. Everyone clapped their hands boisterously. Some whistled at them.
Among the thunderous applause, Cakra saw something different with the audience. They smiled meaningfully and whispered to each other with a friend next door. He then glanced towards the painting he had not seen before. His eyes were wide, unable to believe what he saw. It was indeed she herself who asked to paint her face, but she did not expect Naya to agree. Because during practice, Naya always refuses to tell. In addition, what made him want to surge was a heart-shaped frame painted with pink oil paint surrounding his face. Not only that, at the bottom of the painting, were written several sentences that made his heart almost stop. I hate to say that I love you. I hope you never give up to love me. I will give my heart if you let me.
***
On the roof of Naya's father's office building, Cakra clasped Naya's fingers tightly. In his heart it was still hard to believe that the girl he had been chasing had the same feelings as him. In his heart he promised not to hurt the feelings of the girl he loved so much.
Naya leaned onto Cakra's right shoulder with her eyes closed. He wanted to permeate every precious moment with the man who had managed to tear down his arrogance all along. There are different ones indeed. Usually, the two of them will not be separated from laughter and ridicule. This time they agreed not to do that. Just for today.
“Nay, what makes you so open with your feelings to me? Even I myself am too cowardly to express my feelings in front of everyone.”
The chakra kissed Naya's forehead gently. There was an infinite amount of happiness filling the lung cavity. The hope that he had built himself, now would not collapse again. He only hoped that God would not separate them no matter what. He also prayed that God would take his life sooner than Naya. All because he was unable to face reality if at any time had to lose Naya.
“Lu really, Nay. Indeed love that makes us,” replied Cakra while the left hand felt his left abdomen.
“Yes. Please don't change, yes. I don't know what to do if I lose you. All I know is, you are the greatest source of power that God has bestowed on me.”
“Gue won't leave you. If God takes my life first than you. I'm not going to walk away from your memories and heart. So you can stay strong and tough.”
“Lu this is what, anyway? Don't talk about dying, please. At a time like this, I die. Broken the mood aja.” Naya pulls Cakra's sharp nose.
The thin-cheeked guy just laughed. “Kan, every human being must experience it, dear.
“Iya. But don't discuss it now.”
“OK, okay. It's just cramming.”
“Gue is not crammed. I am so happy today.”
“Nay,”
“Hmm?”
“We know that we love each other. But you don't want us more than this?”
“Means you?” Naya raised her head so that she could freely look at the face of her interlocutor.
“I mean. You want me to, so complement my life now, tomorrow, and forever?” Cakra grasped the back of Naya's hand tightly. There was a sense of relief when he managed to say this. All he knows is that Naya is someone who loves freedom. Commitment will be very disturbing.
Lama Naya was silent. Cakra's right. A commitment they must live to explain their status. Although he knew, one day there would definitely be a time where they would injure each other. However, this sixteen-year-old girl also realized, love needs to be proven. Problems will always be present whenever and wherever while human beings are alive. It remains how humans solve problems that come in turn. Naya also wants, Sacrifice the person who is always with her to face every challenge of life. “Yes. I want to.”
Cakra instantly pulled Naya's body into his arms.
This time Naya won't pretend to be angry anymore. Whatever happens in front of him he wants this hug that will calm him down in difficult times.
“I love you, My Short Naya.”
“I love you too, My Thin Cakra.”
The two laughed happily and tightened each other's embrace.
