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Special chapter: Your talent and my talent

Finally unwittingly two hours have passed, the time to rent a music studio is also up without leaving the slightest impression.

From then on I could not focus on learning music with Rachel, not notes that were taught were not in my head at all. It really frustrates me to the point of taking a deep breath.

"Hah~~". That was how my breathing was full of frustration and annoyance.

"Why take such a long breath ?".

I looked at Rachel when she raised a question like this, I saw from the look on Rachel's face she must not know about what Madam Lolita said earlier.

If this Rachel knew what Madam Lolita was saying, I'm sure she'd have breathed out like I do now.

"No I'm just tired".

"Oh...". Rachel responded flatly.

"Rubrai".

"Yes ?".

"Where else are you going ??".

"Maybe go home, what is it ??".

"Aren't you on a schedule ??".

"No, I'm emptying my schedule for today".

"Geez". Upon hearing that, I immediately cheered happily. Not because of anything, I feel happy because actually since last night there are other plans that I want to do, or rather I want to show Rachel.

Then who would have thought it turned out that today the plan could be as I was with him.

"Then let's paint together".

"Huh ??". Rachel was instantly confused.

I understand the confusion of Rachel at this time, because suddenly I took her to another place outside of our agreement, so I will not force this time.

"Yahh.., since it's over I think it's good that you should paint. There are so many beautiful displays, are you not curious ??".

"Isn't that the case, where is this painting studio ??".

Now I understand why Rachel was surprised when I asked her to do the painting, because she must have thought the location of the painting studio was far and apart from this building.

"Studio painted it not outside of this building kok Rachel, we just go up one floor, and there deh place". I told Rachel.

For a moment Rachel fell silent for a while, then looked at her watch and pulled out her phone. I didn't know what he was doing, but after that he agreed to go paint with me.

If asked how I feel right now, I'm a little worried about answering. Just a moment ago I was happy because I would be able to paint like before, plus there was a new friend who came along. But after a while I was even afraid and embarrassed that my paintings and artwork 10 years ago were still stored in the studio, and seen by Rachel.

"How is this ~?".

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Arriving distudio painting.

"Cling!!".(the sound of the bell)

"Excuse me".

"Hmm ??". A man looked at Dafira.

"How are you Andre. We haven't seen him in a long time".

The man looked at me with a shocked look as well as pleased, I had never seen him express this way.

The man who was expressing surprise was my art teacher first, when I was three years old my mother invited art teachers to stimulate my brain growth, and this was my only teacher until I was 6 years old.

It was named after Andreyano Putra Nugroho, the only child of the Nugroho family who was famous for his painting talent. I don't know if the painting talent has been passed down genetically or not in the Nugroho family, but for generations the Nugroho family has always given birth to a great painter to be famous all over the world.

And Mr. Andre is also one of the great painters who have been recognized by the world.

"It's absolutely true Mr. Andre, it's me Dafira". That's what I said to Andre, who I haven't seen in a long time.

Since Mr. Andre took me to the art competition mama fired him and did not allow me to see Mr. Andre again.

"Grep !!". Unexpectedly, Mr. Andre suddenly immediately hugged me tightly in the deck.

Then in the decapan Mr. Andre said, that he was very happy to be reunited with me, Mr. Andre also said that if he wanted to apologize for his mistake I had to get a very long sentence.

I just smile and nod while holding back my day, I love Mr. Andre very much because he is the only person who supports me in doing this hobby. I will never forget Mr. Andre's services.

"Well, lady now what are you looking for here ??". Ask Mr. Andre after our reunion is done.

"No Mr. Andre, it's just that I want to see a beautiful painting in the studio, I miss seeing it".

Mr. Andre just responded by smiling at me. Then after that we were allowed to see a collection of paintings from students or artists who had visited the temple.

I started this tour from the right corner of the room, where there were a lot of shelf shelves filled with jars or other artworks. The display of art is very beautiful in my eyes, especially one artwork that attracts my eyes, namely the painting of the night sky with the full moon that adorns.

I was amazed by the painting because I could see it telling me that there was sadness and disappointment in it.

On the sidelines I was admiring the painting a conversation between Rachel and Mr. Andre was heard.

"Hmm ...? what are they talking about ??". That's how I murmured with curiosity.

I finally died painting the sky last night and walked to where Mr. Andre and Rachel were. But still half-walking I could immediately see that what I was afraid of was happening at this time.

I who was already in great shame finally immediately ran towards the length where my painting was, then covered it with my body.

"Akhhh!!!, what do you see ??". I was nervous and embarrassed.

"You why the hell Dafira??, he said he wanted to come here because he wanted to see, but why not let him see the painting ???". Rachel replied to my words with her pouting face.

"You don't know what, just don't look !!!".

"CHA !!".

"Have you seen it, what do you want to cover it up like ??".

That's when I was immediately fixated, the anxiety that I was afraid of was happening now, Rachel saw my worst painting of all time.

But...

"Mr Rachel but the painting is the work of a three-and-a-half-year-old lady, so it's natural that the shape is unique". Mr. Andre arrived and mediated the debate between the two of us with a smile that carved his face.

"Look at this". Said Mr. Andre while bringing out one more work.

Dafira Painting.

"This is a painting of the lady when she was 8 years old, very impressive isn't it ??".

Mr. Andre looks so proud to show my painting to Rachel, and Rachel also looks very admiring my painting.

Honestly, this makes me very proud and happy.