The Horizon Boundaries

Ch.53 Art Exhibition

"really? Congratulations, yes." Maisa smiled happily to hear her friend being with her sister.

The library that is not too crowded becomes a place where both are prickly. There were only one or two people sitting around reading. Happiness surrounds Mia. Can be seen from his face that blushed in shame. Sometimes a little laugh.

Maisa has her little laugh. It seemed like Kio was moving after he managed to rub it off. A little provoking on behalf of the former. He sighed softly. His sister did need a boost, given his acute tsundere demeanor. Good then. He did not like to see his sidekick crying because of the man's spicy lips.

Maisa saw the clock on her phone. "Oh yes. I have activities at the painting club. Congratulations once. May it last."

The girl immediately tidied the book on the table. Put it in his backpack.

"Thank's, Beb." Mia chuckled, blinking one of her eyes.

Maisa opens the door of the painting club. A few eyes were directed towards him. All the members had gathered except him.

"Tumben's late, Sa?" Mba Maya patted the bench beside her.

"Oh was looking for inspiration for a task in the library, Ma'am," he replied slowly, almost whispering.

Maisa pulled the chair and sat down beside her. He nodded his head to the rest of the club.

"Because they're gathered. I'll start the meeting. This time there's an art exhibition at JIE in three days and it's open to the public." Mas Ardi provides a long exposure.

Exhibits. Topics that interest Maisa. Eyes sparkling. This is a great opportunity to seek inspiration from other art workers.

"One of the interesting ones here is a painting competition for the student category. So anyone who wants to participate in the race please," said Mas Ardi ended his explanation.

Maisa immediately raised her hand. His mouth curled into a smile. He wouldn't just miss it.

The girl walked leisurely in the corridor. He planned to stop by the art store before returning home. His paint supplies are running out.

"Sa!" someone called him.

He looked back. Little Ken ran over, pulling him into a hug. Maisa let go, pushing her away. Ughhhh! This man likes to be alone, likes to hug no matter in public places.

"Heard you wanted to take part in a painting race. Really true?"

The girl nodded her head. This guy got the info quickly. It must be Maya who leaked it. Both are one force.

"How about we go to Mapo Gallery now. There's an interesting painting on display." Ken slipped his finger, clasped the girl's hand.

Maisa raised her next to her eyebrows. "Now?"

The girl laughed stifled between shock and delight. He's already in the gallery with Ken. The gallery has three floors, featuring a variety of contemporary, modern, and Asian-European artworks. Curved walls dominated by white color. There is a collection of paintings with eye cathcing arrangements. In the middle of the room is filled with several statues.

He has not visited an art gallery since moving to Jakarta. Jain was always with him. He missed when they both stared in front of the painting, telling a lot of things there.

Maisa clenched her hand at the man beside her. Ken smiled, putting his forehead on the girl's forehead.

"You can enjoy it."

Maisa smiled in thanks. He was happy that Ken would accompany him. His longing was a little treated. His eyes were fixed on a painting of trees with yellowing leaves. A few leaves were flying in a broomstick. One word to describe it, beautiful.

Ken noticed the girl smiling brightly staring at the painting before him. He was glad that Maisa had returned as before. The decision to take her to the gallery was right.

Since the death of Jain and Kiki, Ken feels the girl's bright smile disappear. Sometimes his eyes look like they're going to cry. But the girl said nothing.

"Sister, I want to stop by the store first, want to buy paint," exclaimed the girl as the two were on the road.

Ken stopped his bike in front of the hardware store Monday. Maisa immediately stormed in taking four bottles of oil paint and acrylic paint with different colors and rigger brushes. Looks like he will need that brush to create fine details.

"Thank you for today, sister," Maisa said as she arrived in front of the house.

"Are you happy today?" Ken stroked the girl's hair softly.

Maisa nodded smiling knot. Behind the dim lights he could see Ken's smiling face relieved. Ah.. He had already made the man worried.

"I'm fine, sister," she replied in a soft voice.

"Thank God then. I'll go home first, yeah."

Ken peeped at the girl. Maisa touched her forehead, blushed. Ken put on the helmet and turned on the bike.

"Wait, Brother!"

Ken looked. Maisa pulled the shirt. A hovering kiss. The male eyeballs are wide. He chuckles slowly.

"Be careful on the road, brother." Maisa covered half of her reddened face with both hands.

Argha! What you did just now.

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Maisa mixes some paint colors in the palette to find the desired color. The other participants have already started painting. Ma'am Maya and Mas Ardi sitting in front of him have also started painting. He glanced to the side, Ken smiled towards him giving a cheer.

Maisa rubs a brush onto the canvas. He made the base color white and continued to add blue. His hands were nimble making a painting silhouette.

His eyes focused on the details of the painting. His lips occasionally smile. His fingers were smashed with paint. Blending and bottling to cause color gradation.

Carefully he removed the masking tape on the side of the canvas. Maisa smiled seeing the results. A river flowed with trees on both sides. The sky was clear with clouds on the banks of the river three women. One woman was washing clothes, one man was carrying a basket of clothes and another woman was holding a vegetable basket.

Maisa paced back and forth in the hall rubbing her cold hands. Ken pulled her to sit next to him, clasping her hands together.

"Look down, Sa."

"I'm relaxed, brother."

"The friendly pie." Maya starts teasing both of them.

Maisa intends to withdraw her hand but does not manage to break away. Ken's grip was tight.

"All right. Let's announce the winner of the student category painting competition." The host announces the champions hope one and two. Maisa waited nervously.

"May win" he said repeatedly.

"The third voice falls on Ethan Gustama with a painting called the golden antelope. For the second champion falls on Maisa Auralina with a painting titled tough women -."

Maisa hugged Ken as soon as she heard his name. Almost the man fell backwards. He returned Miasa's embrace, whispering congratulations to the girl's ear.

Ken watched the girl climb onto the podium. Receiving the trophy with her bright face and wide smile. Well-favoured. He took a photo to capture the moment.

Maisa ran towards Ken and hugged him again. The man just laughed back at his embrace.

"Congratulations, yes!"