Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 15: Can't Share, What?

TONIGHT, I am not staying in the Holy House anymore. Besides not wanting to cause any more trouble to this sizzling glasses girl, I did feel uncomfortable and hesitant if I had to trouble her family again.

Or maybe it was because my little heart was also resisting?

Not wanting to remember the past, not wanting to get the warmth that speaks of the past, because the past can no longer be repeated.

Everything changes, everything is no longer the same.

Especially since the time machine cannot go to the past.

Even though Holy Mama insisted, I still insisted on rejecting her. But, we were both stubborn, until at last an agreement emerged that I would be escorted by the personal driver of the Holy family. “Alright then. I thank you very much, Auntie. I go home first,” pamitku lowered his head while closing the door of the living room.

“Be careful on the road yes, dear,” sahut Mama Suci with a kiss goodbye.

Leaving behind Mama Suci, the girl with the small taper ears, and the glasses girl who sizzled, I began descending from the terrace towards the carport, opening the door of the black SUV car after a short conversation with the driver, he said, sit down and let the driver start his journey.

“Bapak has been driving the car for how long? It feels comfortable to be driven by my father. Don't have a secret ability, huh? Kkkkk,” my chatter

“Ah, no. Mas Ragib is exaggerated. It's my job, so I'm used to observing canvases that depict portraits of a woman in minute detail attentively, me and Saints discussing the length of possible processes that go on behind the work on these images. Both about the technique, as well as the estimated processing time.

“The result of the brush is smooth... similar photos? Nook. The highlights are rough. Does it look like normal hair? If you look at it for a long time, there is a tendency if this is a painting,” my comment is not on anyone. “Great...the painter can divide between photo portraits with imperfect paintings of human results. Especially on the part of his clothes, a lot of rough scratches. But, it's not a problem. Moreover, the focal point is in the eye, right? But, why does the skin color have to be blue, huh? The light was still as yellow as the others. The background color is also blue? Is this like drowning, huh? His eyes were also looking the other way, not forward. Like crying? But, this is expressive once, anyway,” continued me while stroking the chin.

“He's not human?” holy Wonder.

“Why not? The proportions are very human, kok.”

“The color is many. Not human color.”

“I agree. No human skin color is deep blue, then mixed red, yellow, or even green. Even the color of the light is not pure yellow and white. Is there a mixture of orange and chocolate? Maybe this is how the painter expresses his meaning? I don't know. What is the name of the painting? ‘Drown’ ...sink? Does that mean just being explicit? The blue color of the reflection of sea water?”

“Suci so want to cry,” further Suci longer staring at this painting of blue woman.

“....,” I turned to look at Saints who were at the side, seeing her brightly shining eyes turn into eyes that were all red, ready to flood her face with tears. Looking back at the painting in front, I can quite understand the cry for help from this blue woman. Even though her mouth was only half open not open to yell–it felt like I could hear the drowning voice of this blue woman. Like wanting to spend the air inside his lungs, like wanting to spend the rest of his life.

Furthermore, Saints and I took another walk in search of another painting, while enjoying the atmosphere offered by this exhibition. The number of paintings on display alone may amount to more than a dozen. About 30 paintings? Or maybe less than that? In addition to paintings and canvases, the exhibition is equipped with vertical banners mounted on each pillar, there are also x banners that are in the corner of the exhibition, until the horizontal banner is hung up to the top floor can see it clearly. At the front, there was something other than a painting, a stage and a large monitor behind it.

This is truly a maximally supported exhibition.

Not perfunctory, clearly there is a great intention in it.

Around the exhibition, there are visitors who are embarrassed to see only from the outside. Just talk to his relatives or family, commenting on the existence of this unusual exhibition. There are also those who push each other do not dare to ask, until the officer approached to help answer. Not only visitors who stop by on a mere whim, visitors who enjoy painting are still present even if only one or two.

Not only for adults, on one side of the exhibition there is a painting area intended for curious children. Everyone can enjoy the exhibition, all in part.

When traveling, it turns out that the paintings on display also vary many types. From landscape paintings, portraits of people (like the blue woman), paintings of events like wars or demonstrations, to human and animal subjects, even abstract paintings? There are some random streaks and scratches, featuring realistic worlds, as well as worlds that are difficult to understand. Anyway, me and Saints really enjoyed this exhibition. Moreover, this girl never did not discuss or ask me, asking for my opinion, regarding each other's interpretation of these paintings.

“His hand is like a spider?”

“Kuningnya spooky. Is this the future?”

“Why is this grandma crying?”

“This deer?”

“This is a cockfight? Tails are good!”

“This Bandung of old? Suci so want to Bandung.”

“Then this is Jakarta?”

“This is a volcano, huh?”

“It's like a scribble of a child.”

And various other questions or responses that cannot be explained one by one. Like a child, Suci looked enthusiastic and always asked from every painting she saw. Although sometimes he feels uncomfortable about one painting because of the creepy atmosphere, Suci always tries to ask and guess ‘About what the painter wants to convey?’ which I cannot always answer.

Am I not the painter?

Until finally we are at the end of the exhibition, we also have no choice but to turn back. Wait for. Nila where? He brought Saints here, right? I thought astonished when I realized that the glasses girl had disappeared. I looked left-right, looking around, trying to find where the girl was going?

“Come reset! Holy to see from the beginning again!” invite the Saints without permission, just go and leave me and go to the first canvas. Luckily, he didn't pull my hand anymore. I don't need to be forced to follow her, no longer have to answer her every question. I can finally be free!

No. gabe. There are still problems I need to solve. Where did Nila go?

Leaving Sacred, I also left the exhibition area. Start walking around on this ground floor, looking for where the girl went. Nila did seem to be lying when she said she knew about painting. But I don't think he needs to be alone either, do I?

No. gabe. From the beginning Nila did insist on wanting to leave, right?

And he was tormented? But he doesn't want to? Could it be that Nila needs time to calm down? He could be in the toilet. Who knows too? Me and Saints instead spent hours at the fair, right? Nila could be in the toilet.

Yep. Is correct.

No need to worry. Nila was going to the toilet to calm down. It's almost afternoon, of course Nila is tired of forcing herself to follow the streets with Saints (and me), right?

I went back to the exhibition area, to get a very wrong answer to my speculation.

Beside a pillar, there is a long chair that is intended for visitors to rest. There, looks Nila who sits with fear, anxiety, panic, also anxiety, with eyes that show a chaotic feeling, a tense and stiff body, confused how to respond. The hand holding the chair looked trembling, just in no good condition.

The nurse had said that Nila had a certain condition. I don't really know what the condition of ‘certain’ is. To be sure, he strongly rejected my presence in the Holy House, trying to expel me as much as possible. Could it be that the condition is fear of new people? And now, she has to face two men that I don't even know her identity? They both look tempting and invite Nila to play, go for a walk, maybe ask for her phone number?

Well, they're not entirely wrong. Nila, the glasses girl with beautiful wavy hair does look very charming, giving an attractive impression to anyone who sees it. From the beginning, I thought that this girl was indeed quite pretty regardless of her rude behavior that always showed me hatred.

No. gabe.

Although Nila is a simple beautiful girl because she is wearing a dark blue T-shirt, a long gray sweater, and blue jeans only, these two men should not tease her. THEY'RE WRONG!!! THESE TWO GUYS ARE WRONG!!!!

“Nila! Finally met too. Waiting, huh? Kkkkp. Uh, who is this?” I shouted as I ran towards Nila, cutting off the arm of the man who had wanted to hug her shoulder. “What's the talk, huh? I'm coming too, dong!”

“Eh? Speak... exhibition? The exhibit! Yes!” answer the man.

“Yes! Exhibits. It's weird, yeah. Exhibition painting? Pffft-Who would love?”

“Kkkk. That, huh? Yasudah. Nila, direct, yuk?” I asked as I reached out, which was immediately grasped by Nila who was standing hastily. “Still. Bye!” my greetings left them without needing to receive a response.

“Cih. There's a guy, huh?” the lyrics of the man with a low tone that I can still hear clearly. “Can't share, what?”

After that, I went to find a safer and more comfortable place, went away, until I finally found a quiet area. A suitable area for self-soothing, suitable for silence.

While sitting on the chair, Nila who was beside me (having already released her hand grip) was still trembling. Actually, I wanted to do something for her like say something nice or just stroke her shoulder. But, of course I undo it. I have no right to do that, nor does the nature of Nila who judges all things other than Holy is a vice. As a result, I just let go of this girl, who turned out to be as unwilling as she held back crying while wiping her tears.

“Ragib from where, anyway!? Holy looking-seeking turned out to be relaxing here!? From earlier Saints talk to themselves, dong? Stupid magi! Moron. Nila why? This Ragib Nila why!? Very bad ragib! Evil rabble!” holy Screeches with other insults did not allow me and Nila to calm down. Suci further hugged Nila who was still as excited, looking at me furiously as if I was the perpetrator of all the problems that exist.

Not willing, I also asked Nila to explain it so that the atmosphere could be calmer. But, Nila's gaze was still sharp, still hissing, like a snake trying to strangle its prey, ready to devour it without a trace.

AND I DID GOOD, HUH?

EVEN BEING TREATED LIKE THIS!?

I remember why I didn't want to come here in the first place…

These two girls are a hassle!!

I don't like. I don't like. I don't like. I don't like.

I don't like.

“That's not important. Mending now look at this,” said Suci released a hug on Nila, to show off the blue pamphlet sheet to both of us. “There is a painting race! Not for little kids, professional painting! Wow, Holy is impatient! Saints can win what champion, huh? Hehe-hehe, hehehe. Asik asik asik!” pekiknya enthusiastically forget about me and Nila, circling holding pamphlets in both hands.

Actually, this Holy confidence can be thumbs up. But, underestimating the competition to be able to choose the champion to how much he wants to achieve?

I think this is a Holy turning point in order to be slapped by the bitterness of the facts of life.

NOT felt, suddenly the day is approaching night. Simultaneously, the energy that the Saints had was slowly receding and sinking. He was tired, his drowsiness had already begun to rule the soul. In fact, Saints still join hands with Nila actively. Swing it forward behind, trying to deny that the day will change. The problem is, the exhibition is almost finished, already at the closing session. We have no other choice but to go spend time at a fast food restaurant to fill the stomach that has not been filled since.

Ordering chicken rice until full, filling the stomach whimper until stuffy, drowsiness turned out to attack again. No longer remaining the energy that Saints can release, Nila also gave elusan nina bobo to him. The glasses girl did not tremble anymore, not panic and fear anymore. Although around him there were still many people passing by, there was still me sitting opposite him (only limited by the dining table), he looked calm just stroking the Saint beside him.

Time passed slowly, each process slowly.

I saw him also carried away by drowsiness, especially with a voice that was not heard, except the boisterous people in the distance, as well as some insects and animals that hide behind the night. Looking up at the sky, I could only see an orange color that was slowly covered by dark blue, black, and a few stars scattered here and there.

“No! Don't sleep yet. We're still waiting for an invitation, right?” I broke the silence, trying to bring the three of us back to reality. Slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, also hitting the table to wake the two girls in front. This is not good news for both of them.

With Saints who woke up and panicked immediately sitting upright (seen the former sauce in her mouth), also Nila who gasped in shock was casually stroking the Holy hair and cheeks, insults and slurs were ready to be aired. “Apply? Shocked to know!” holy Screeches do not like.

“Bego. Can't see what situation!?” the real Maki Nila did not come out of her mouth, but just her cynical gaze.

“Kok already sleepy? How the hell? It's late afternoon, you know! Kkkkk,” take me directly to stand wiping clothes, look left-right and around, take a mobile phone to question the news of the private driver Suci who spoke round. His name was Ahmad. He's been around the mall complex? “Pak Ahmad is close. We go to the back gate, yuk!”

“Males. Sleepy know! Dumb rabble!” holy Protest. “We're picked up here!”

“Yes in this mall, right? Kkkkp. Gotapa. Not long, either, right? Who's going to be carrying?” I said straight away from the fast food restaurant.

How else would you like? Who would carry it if Suci fell asleep in this fast food restaurant? Nila is impossible. Me? I touched Suci alone was already a dangerous warning in Nila's eyes. Forced, Suci also walked with the embrace of Nila. We walked slowly, going in the opposite direction from the coming direction.

After walking for about 10 minutes, we finally arrived at a shiny black minivan that also just arrived at one of the open parking lots. I waved at the car owner, and appeared Mr. Ahmad with a shocked expression like seeing a ghost behind us.

“Loh, Cook who came here? Waduh, I did not feel good,” said Mr. Ahmad as soon as he got out of the car. He immediately opened the sliding door nimbly, then went missing from before the three of us. Why rush? thought wonder.

Still confused by the disappearance of Mr. Ahmad among the wind, Nila who staggered carrying Suci behind me to enter the car first. “Udah said, right? You are not a Becus! Just bother. Dumbass dude!” hina Nila with her cynical gaze before getting into the back seat of the car.

“Please, Mas Rajib,” said Mr. Ahmad who closed the sliding door, then invited me to sit in the front of the car next to the driver.

10 O'CLOCK. It was a very tiring day, my mind saw the wall clock so pressing the living room light switch that was still not filled by any furniture. Now, I have returned to my beloved house which is still a mess full of dozens of mannequins in the interior, and leaves or other organic waste on the front garden terrace of the house.

Of course, this house is the last stop from Mr. Ahmad. His main priority was to return the two executive princesses to their respective residences. Not that I protested or anything. I was just explaining the reason why I got home near midnight.

Not a protest, not a complaint. Just an explanation.

But, it remains a tiring day, my inner self once again.

Going into the living room, I immediately sat on the sofa (while hugging the mannequins). Staring at nothing, I got up, took a glass, and drank mineral water in response to the fatigue I felt.

As payment for the study sessions that were not from Saints themselves, I had to sacrifice my weekend to this extent. Is this worth it? I don't know. At least, I'm confident enough to do a follow-up quiz from Pak Prima. I hope.

But... with this big pay? Have to deal with these troublesome girls? Nila and Saints? Who both hate me?

Nila obviously hates me. But Sacred? I'm actually hard to explain, too. At one time, he was indeed a pleasant little boy. No. precisely because Saints are like a troublesome child, he is always at will, which always makes everything fall apart.

Although socializing was something I didn't want to leave behind, not wanting to lose friends and all sorts, not wanting to feel alone, what I did with Suci and Nila was inversely proportional. Instead of feeling happy with friends, I instead had to prepare a mentality of steel for their insults and harsh words. That's very uncomfortable. This is so uncomfortable! Going to the Holy House is very unpleasant, I told myself while embracing the lifeless mannequin.

I just want to live quietly with my friends. No longer alone, helping each other, together fill the times of life.

It should be like a magnet of different poles, hugging each other and coming together.

Not like Suci and Nila, who actually refused each other to refuse me

…

So tired.

Maybe I play games first?

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It is a WKWKWK Ragib

Must take care of small children at the exhibition, lunch was scolded mulu

Tired home, nyampe house almost 10 hours :”)

Welcome back, guys!

Instead of being able to help each other, Ragib even dapet people who snapped and refused to refuse ya

You yourself are facing a different type of person like you?

Like the magnetic poles that repel it?

Btw …

See you next time;)

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