Rosie Sanders!
Beautiful Woman Painting
Justin seems very happy, today he managed to invite a big brother to his class to meet. A beautiful little girl, has been stealing her attention since she entered into a new student at the school.
Seeing how the girl was so considerate of her sister, made Justin feel to find a friend who was as frequency with her. The quiet girl that he always paid attention to every hour of rest arrived. Girls who are often made into ridicule because of their imperfect physique. But lucky he has a brother who always defends him. Until the bullies did not dare to openly harass him.
"Where are we going dad, why is Daddy buying so much fruit and cake?" Justin asked in wonder. When looking at the fruit and some cake boxes in the back seat.
"We're going to see Daddy's friend's wife, so be nice today. Make daddy look like an awesome dad, hmmm?" Justin laughed a little.
"Have I been bad all this time, dad?" Justin asked slowly, he felt like a bad boy because he thought Wira was disturbed by his bad attitude.
"No! No son! You've been very nice, it's just that this time daddy wants more. Do you know what a client means? He is a business partner or someone who works with daddy. Daddy just wants to create a good impression. That's all, the rest you've been a good boy to daddy." Papar Wira at length. He didn't want Justin to misunderstand his words.
Justin smiled happily, he could see the sincerity of the father's attitude.
"Well dad, I'm gonna be a sweet kid today." The two then laughed amusedly, as fellow men they were very suitable in every way.
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"Thank you very much, Mr. Wira, I'm very flattered by your presence to have even bothered to visit my wife. And who is this handsome little guy? She doesn't look like you, is she your niece?" Wira glanced at her son, right indeed. With just one look, people will know their differences are very striking.
"He's my son, Mr. Handaru. She looks more like her mother, the male child's genes follow more similarities from the mother." Bright Wira smiled warmly. Embrace the child's shoulder with affection. Justin had already begun to understand and learn the language of unity, so it would definitely understand what Handaru was saying.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Hey little man, what's your name?" Handaru felt unwell, asking such a sensitive tone earlier.
"My name is Justin uncle." Justin replied directly to Handaru, that he often saw in school. When his friends say goodbye to their parents. He wanted to do it to Wira, but it felt strange.
While Wira was stunned, seeing how her child behaved. Really very sweet as promised.
"Your son is very nationalist, see how he easily mingles with our culture. You should be proud to have a kid like this." Handaru said full of praise.
"You're right Mr. Handaru, I'm proud to have him as my beloved son." Reply Wira more tightly embrace the shoulder of the child.
"May I sit there dad, talk I'll wait while doing my job." Pamit Justin pointed to a chair that was not far from the sofa. Chairs are provided specifically for the dining area for the patient's family, set with his table.
The business partner's wife, Mr. Handaru.
An hour later, Justin had finished painting a beautiful woman, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the hospital garden they had passed.
The woman with the bald head, and the infusion hose on her thin hands. Then the oxygen hose in his nose is pointed. The woman looked like someone, yet she forgot who. The woman looked dreamy, and occasionally wiped the corners of her eyes. Justin felt claustrophobic seeing her earlier, but did not dare to say goodbye to the poor woman. He promised to be nice.
And somehow he remembered so clearly the details of the contour of the woman's face. So that it can make a painting as perfect as that with just a colored pencil.
"Son? What did you paint? Daddy look at you looking very serious." Asked the curious, now they were walking towards the parking lot.
"A very beautiful woman dad," said Justin shyly.
"Oh yes, can daddy see the beautiful woman.." Goda Wira nudged the child's arm. Embarrassedly, Justin pulled out his picture book from inside the bag.
Arriving at the front door of the car, Wira momentarily stopped to look briefly at the painting of the child. When he watched her for a while, the heart of Wira as in pulled out of his chest cavity. His eyes were glazed over, with breaths going up and down.
"Say where did you see her, Justin? Say it!" Unknowingly Wira yells at Justin leaving the boy terrified.
Aware of his attitude, Wira let out a long sigh, then looked at the frightened face of her son with regret.
"Listen son, she's the woman who got me stranded to your mother's country. The woman I loved so much with my whole life. Now tell me where you saw her. Show it to daddy.." said Wira softly, while holding both shoulders Justin.
Justin said he saw the woman in the hospital park earlier. The hero ran fast towards the park meant by the child without caring about the strange gazes of the people passing there. His goal was only one, looking for the woman who managed to make her breath almost stop blowing.
A few minutes running around the park area, Wira never found what he was looking for. His breathing is like a person doing a marathon race.
After failing to find her, Wira heads to the reception desk of the hospital.
After saying a little lie, Wira was told the room occupied by the person she was looking for. The steps of the Hero feel heavy when almost reaching the door of the room that is slightly open. A nurse had just come out of there with enough luggage to confiscate the movement of his two hands, so he could not close the front door properly.
The hero was about to reach for the door handle, but stopped when he heard the woman inside there making a phone call with someone. Words that made his breath stop.
