Taint

I'll Be Selfish

Nadhea's room is not a spacious room with complete facilities such as a company director's room, but a simple room that is not too broad. There were only two tables, three chairs, and a glass cabinet inside.

One of the tables is placed in the corner of the room, there is a vase of flowers, a pen, and several books that accumulate into one. Next to it, there is a glass cabinet that does not clearly see what it contains. The other table, along with three chairs, was in the middle of the room, in front of Kaivan at the moment. On it, there is a canvas that has been stretched, complete with colorful streaks of paint.

"I want to finish this. There are some senior artists I invited to the event tomorrow. I want to show them this, ask for advice and input." Nadhea sat on the chair while looking at her half-finished painting. "Over this .. can not learn the maximum. I'm busy studying business, because it's impossible every day Papa helps here. He also has dependents in Surabaya," he continued.

Kaivan pulled out a chair and brought it next to Nadhea. For a long time he observed the painting of Nadhea, which at first glance resembled a beautiful woman, but also resembled the wings of an eagle. Either way, what Kaivan understands is just his manufacturing technique—aquarel technique.

"What do you think ... is this picture?" Nadhea asked while preparing a brush and watercolor that had been stored in a drawer.

Kaivan thought for a moment, "Female, but also bird-like wings."

Nadhea smiled, without blaming or justifying Kaivan's answer. With the eyes still shining, Nadhea began to brush her brush on the canvas.

"I will accept any response from them, even if it's a scathing criticism. I will learn and continue to learn, until my painting is really worth displaying in front," Nadhea said without stopping her activities.

Kaivan did not immediately respond, instead looking at Nadhea's face as if dissolved in his painting. Perhaps, it was true, that was Nadhea's world. Just like her, who loves photography.

"You can do it, Nadhea, for sure" Kaivan said moments later.

"But why so much?" Kaivan asked again because Nadhea was just smiling.

Nadhea took a deep breath, "As long as this gallery is still being built, I'm still learning business. After the construction was completed, Papa and I were still busy looking for relationships, contacting many artists to work with. After that, Papa was sick. So, yeah, look, it's procrastinating until it's due."

"Oh. I'm very happy, finally Om Wira's business recovered as before" said Kaivan.

Nadhea was glued, even her hand holding the brush also stopped in the air. He recalled the origin of the money used to open the gallery.

"Yes. Thanks to the help of Om Darren," replied Nadhea, without revealing the role of Arsen.

Kaivan and Nadhea kept talking. However, just about the artwork, it does not offend personal problems at all, especially about feelings.

But that didn't last long. After more than half an hour of accompanying Nadhea, Kaivan was struck by severe drowsiness. The longer, the more blurred Nadhea figure, even with a voice, the more distant and finally lost inaudible.

After realizing that, Nadhea moved up and took the jacket she had kept in the closet. Then, close it to Kaivan's body. Later, Nadhea returned to the initial activity.

"Kaivan, for this time .. I will be selfish," Nadhea said as she looked at Kaivan.

The heart's intention was only to stare at a glance, but it turned out to be quite a while. His eyes were hard to divert from Kaivan's sleeping charm. Regular, calm breaths, adding to good looks that are well above average. Ah, if only!

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"Kai! Kai!"

Kaivan wriggled softly when he heard his name called, also feeling a warm grasp on his right arm. Although the dream world is dear to be abandoned, Kaivan is forced to open his eyes, find out who is disturbing his calm.

Kaivan blinked while yawning. Then, scanning the object in front of him, it turned out that there was a wingless angel who was showing off a charming smile.

"Hey, wake!"

Kaivan opened his eyes perfectly, then reassembled his consciousness. Now, he knows, it is not the angel that welcomes, but Nadhea. Before greeting the woman, Kaivan's gaze led to the table. In that instant, his saliva was hard to swallow. Again, he was surprised by something.

Seriate...