Taint

Planning Something

The painting that was not clear what it looked like, now it looks beautiful and real. A beautiful woman was flapping her wings and flying among the clouds. The blue sky, combined with the golden color, even with the clouds, wings, hair, and the face of the woman, all golden in color. It was as if the painter had purposely asserted that back then the sun was showing off elegance.

Next to the painting, there is another painting with a spray technique. This time, the flow of romance, not surrealism like the previous painting.

In the painting, two men and a woman were holding hands. However, the two backgrounds are different. The man stands between dusk, while the woman stands between dawn. With the dominant orange color, the background of the two is finely united.

"Nadhea, is this ... your painting? It's amazing" Kaivan said.

"Don't make me big on my head" Nadhea said as she put her jacket on. Before waking Kaivan, he first took the jacket.

"i'm serious. Great you, have produced two works for a moment." Kaivan once again praised.

"No. This one I made yesterday. Just now, all I prepared, let tomorrow not be complicated." Nadhea answered while pointing at the romantic painting.

"Oh. Mmm, if I may know, what does this mean?" ask Kaivan.

"Take a guess."

Kaivan thought hard. For him, the painting is not much different from poetry—a work that has a million meanings—different connoisseurs, different interpretations. Only those choices can define it according to the intent of its creator.

"Mmm, this one .. might be the point of freedom." Kaivan pointed at the painting of the winged woman. "If this one, it may be an inseparable love despite different circumstances" he continued, pointing to paintings of dawn and dusk.

Nadhea smiled, "That's right, freedom. But if this one is not accurate. I don't mean that kind of love."

"Then?"

"Don't think! Yuk, go to sleep!" replied Nadhea.

"But___"

"What!" Kaivan yelled, not expecting her sleep to be too good—nearly four hours.

"Come on!" take Nadhea regardless of Kaivan's surprise.

No choice, Kaivan went up and followed Nadhea's steps towards the elevator. The beats of their shoes sounded loud, understand the atmosphere was silent. No one was active there.

After arriving on the third floor, Kaivan and Nadhea went into their respective rooms. However, Kaivan was just lying on his back in bed. The sleepiness disappeared instantly. In fact, repeatedly closed, still his mind glare—linka the meaning of his painting Nadhea.

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The next day, the inauguration of Queen Galery went well. The invitees attend and follow the event in an orderly manner. Many of them bought paintings and other art before returning home. Seeing that, Kaivan was also happy. His tiredness paid off because reality went as expected.

But the pleasure did not last long. When he was about to meet Nadhea in his room, Kaivan was glued to the side of the door. Inside the room, there were three artists talking to Nadhea. They gave a comment about the painting overnight— very spicy. He said the painting was still raw and had no impression. They give advice and input that is very patronizing. Kaivan was not happy to hear that.

"Father must be 'tuh eye. Such cool paintings, even said to be raw and no impression. Basic doubt!" gerutu Kaivan was annoyed.

Without greeting Nadhea or the artist who was there, Kaivan stepped away, with a mind that continued to grumble.

Kaivan sat in one of the chairs, in the corner of the room. Although around it there are still many guests who enjoy the dish, but Kaivan is not tempted at all. He kept thinking about the artist's criticism, which he thought must have hurt Nadhea.

After long enough to dissolve in an annoying mind, Kaivan got back up. This time, he found the best idea to entertain himself as well as Nadhea.

"I'll make sure he smiles after this." Kaivan sat up while commenting on a wide smile. No one knows where he's going, but the footsteps are clearly leaving the gallery.

Seriate...