Retaliation Fat Wife Who Is In Vain

Abandoned painting

Episode #94

      Asyifa came out of the toilet, the servant was still faithfully waiting for her, then they both returned to the dining table.

    After the death of Mr. Wijaya and Mrs Arum, the atmosphere at the dining table became more comfortable and not soothing like earlier, some of those present, were still busy talking and joking.

    Wijaya Kusuma's family, it looks like getting along from the outside, a lot of jokes and laughter, like a big harmonious family, only the servants know, how hot the family is, how the family is, mutual suspicion and dropping is their characteristic, although it has been covered in such a way, Asyifa can still sniff, how the mask of this large family.

    Asyifa arrived at the dinner table.

    Before he sat down, Angga stood up, and took him around the mansion.

  Asyifa could only nod her head, a sign that she agreed, she thought, this is a great way that she can attach some of the remaining Micro Recorder, which is still there, thank goodness he was able to stick it in the workspace of the owner of the house.

     Asyifa walked hand in hand with Angga, they looked harmonious, like a couple who had been predestined by Heaven, many servants who stood and whispered behind each other, saying, saying, they both look like the King and Queen.

     This time Angga invites around in the first area, namely the park, the park they have is, a park that has a combined concept between a Mediterranean-style garden and a classic garden, which is a beautiful garden, although Asyifa had come here as a child, she was still very amazed.

  The concept of a Mediterranean garden, accentuating the dominance of the color of the soil, which is bright, such as, Terracotta, coral or beige, which is present on the surface of the ground or the walls around the park, in addition, also, it is complemented by a stone arrangement of white color, and a variety of beautiful flowers, which have colors, such as color, Purple, red, white or pink, such as Adenium or Cambodia, which have colors,

    Meanwhile, the classic garden is a garden that applies ancient ornaments, in its arrangement such as, statues, fountains, wall lights, even mini labyrinths, the use of plants is more and more diverse.

   Asyifa stared at the mini labyrinth in front of her, she could only smile sweetly, as she recalled how she got lost there and cried as she pleased, her late mother and aunt Helena, it even deployed some servants to look for him, it was six years old Asyifa, and it was the first and last time she played in the labyrinth.

    Angga frowned slightly in wonder at the expression of Asyifa, he tried to call the woman, but there was no response, which was called like not being there.

   " May, um,..! Miss May!" Angga finally patted Ashifa's shoulder slowly.

   The clap worked, bringing Asyifa back to her consciousness, she slightly fluttered, "Yes, yes,.. What's up?"

     " What's wrong, you've been calling, not saying, I'm afraid you're the person of the subtle-creature who lives here, he, he, he!" Angga chuckled, "What else thought to his side?"

   Asyifa displayed a blushing facial expression, there was already no cold impression attached to it, "It's okay, it's okay, I just remembered getting lost in a labyrinth and it was quite troublesome for people around to look for me, when I saw a labyrinth like this I remembered again, especially when my mother was still there," There is a sad tone that Angga caught when Asyifa discussed about mother, he immediately felt the same thing.

" When I was a child, my mother's friend's child also got lost here, she cried, her voice was very tight, to make a rowdy, her mother and my mother to tell the waiter to look for her, so not only you who have the experience of getting lost in the labyrinth," Angga tried to entertain.

" That's me!" shouts Asyifa, in the heart.

"Have we gone somewhere else?" Angga took Ashifa's hand to another place.

Asyifa also said, following where Angga went.

This time they visit the entertainment room, there is a mini cinema, Billiard, karaoke room and also a swimming pool.

They also set foot in libraries, gyms, music studios, and now they head towards the art gallery, which belongs to Angga's father, Rio.

Asyifa was a little disappointed, because she did not have the opportunity to find out, where was the workspace of WIJAYA Kusuma.

Angga continued to explain all the ins and outs and layout of his mansion, he was like a tour guide only.

In front of the art gallery Angga invited him in, "Now, this is his art gallery papa, he spent a lot of time painting, since, decided to retire early.

Asyifa and Angga surrounded the gallery, although Asyifa did not really understand art, especially painting, she understood that Rio was a talented person, his painting seemed to be alive, and had his own soul.

"Why did you decide to retire early? isn't the Kusuma group in their prime?"Asyifa tried to make small talk, actually she was curious, on the grounds of Rio, who left the peak of his career, and chose to become a painter.

Asyifa tried to ignore the tone and act as usual.

They took another step, to look at another painting.

When Asyifa wanted to ask further, about Rio's courage, having a passion compared to career, a servant came and said to Angga, "Sir, sorry to interrupt, big master called to you" said the servant.

" Anga nodded his head, the servant immediately turned and left.

" I met Grandpa first, right? You're here, look, I'm not long!" after saying so, Angga immediately turned around and left.

Asyifa had not yet nodded her head, but Angga had passed, She continued to pay attention to the painting plastered there, in her heart she increasingly praised Rio, "Pantes alone, every art performance, every art performance, rio's work is always on display"

Asyifa continued to cast aside the room, thinking, where she would put the next Micro Recorder, besides, she also wanted to listen to Angga's chat with her grandfather, but that intention she paused, there's CCTV in this room, if that's what he's doing, he's afraid it's gonna bring suspicion, so he's pressing down on it, his curiosity, and he'll listen to it when he gets to the apartment.

Asyifa continued walking, looking at the beauty of each painting, when he arrived at the end of the room, in the corner there, there was a painting left abandoned, a painting that caught his attention.

Asyifa continued to walk towards it, To her surprise she saw the figure painted, cold sweat flooded her body, her heart beating, her eyes dewy.

Long he stared at the painting, until unconscious Angga has returned.

" So serious about her gelatin?" Angga asked surprised Asyifa.

Asyifa looked at Angga.

Suppose you immediately understand what Ashifa thinks, "Yes, this is a portrait of Mr. Umar Prameswari and his wife, I know you must want to ask that, he he!" kekeh Angga, guessing Ashifa's mind.

Asyifa just smiled, holding a bit of bitterness in her heart, "Yes, I just made sure, I was just a little shocked earlier, I slightly forgot her face, I only met about three or four times, I only met her, when he visited the parlour first, he was a very good person, not knowing what would happen to me, if not meet him, but, why are their paintings the same Om Rio?"

" It's papa himself who paints, you certainly do not know that they are right from small, they keep separated, because um Umar and his family moved, and met again after college, and, they're the same college, guess what's stranger? It turns out that the mother and his wife Om Umar are also legitimate, so they often double date deh," Angga explained further, without being asked.

" Well, could that be it, yeah. How come there's a blank piece on this canvas?" Asyifa showed the blank.

" I once asked him the same thing papa, he said it was for his daughter o Umar, who is it, his name," Angga tried to remember, remember, "Asyifa, yes, Ashifa, Asyifa, often called Syifa, it's a girl I told you was rough in the labyrinth,"

" Thus, why are you leaving it empty?" Asyifa.

" Papa forgot his face, son Om Umar, papa does not want to hurt just rely on photos, he said the painting is less animating, and there is no emotion in it, so until now, the painting is abandoned" Angga explained.

" Oh yes, this is a little, introductory gift from grandfather" Angga gave a parcel to Ashifa.

" This is what?" Ashifa accepted doubt.

" That, parcels!" Angga joking.

Asyifa just laughed, patting Angga on the shoulder, as if implying, "Everyone knows that this is a parcel!"

After coming from the art gallery, Angga drove Ashifa back to her apartment.

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