The Horizon Boundaries

Ch.64 Painting Collector

Ken's coming straight to Ravia's studio, yeah. We have a photo shoot there.

Albert's voice shrieked from across the phone like an asthma sufferer. Ken kept his phone away from his ear. Her feelings are worried between choosing a job or Maisa. He promised to take her for a walk today.

"May I not come today. I have a date with my girlfriend" she whispered slowly.

Absolutely no!

Albert immediately decided on the phone. Ken can only gawk. He paced back and forth behind the guest sofa. The man sighed softly, ruffling his hair.

Maisa sips a glass of cold capucino latte. He noticed Ken talking to someone on the phone. From the look on his face, the man looked annoyed.

"Is there a work problem, brother? We canceled the date today. We can leave next time," he said with a gentle smile on his face.

Ken sat next to him. Pull the girl over his shoulder. "But I promised you."

Maisa pinched the man's nose. His sometimes childish attitude made him anxious. "There's still tomorrow."

Ken frowned. Her lips were irritated. The event he arranged collapsed instantly. Maisa kissed her cheek quickly hoping that her mood would improve.

Ken held her cheek. The girl went back to drinking her capucino. Ken nodded for a moment and then laughed.

"Yes, shit! I can't win against you. Ah... Yesterday Kio asked me to pick you up. Don't fight if you meet him."

Ken gave him two tickets to the amusement park. It's up to the girl. Maisa has her own idea to use the ticket.

His mind floated on Mia. That girl must be with Kio. Actually he knew a lot of incoming calls from his brother since yesterday, but not raised. You know, he fell asleep at Ken's house.

Kio looked awkward sitting opposite him. Apologized from her lips for not being able to help her. He did not blame her at all. This is his own problem with his father.

Before leaving Maisa gives her a ticket. Looks like Kio hasn't asked Mia out since she was. The girl simply told him her daily life with Kio. Even so Mia looked happy.

"What's this?" Kio raised next to his eyebrows.

"Dating ticket, dong."

"If that's what I know. But why was it given to me?"

Maisa scratched her cheek with her index finger. His eyes glanced at Mia who was busy choosing a pastry. "Ah... It was because Ken suddenly had a shooting schedule. I heard from Mia, you guys have no plans today. Why not just wear it. Don't forget to prepare two roses."

Maisa blinked one of her eyes teasing her sister. The man's eyes were wide. Mia must have given her. Before opening her mouth, Maisa had already stayed away holding a smile on her face.

While waiting for the ride, his phone rang. An unknown number emerged from his phone screen. He frowned. Heavy male voice from across the phone.

I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Abshar Antono.

Maisa sees her phone still connected to the caller. His eyes twitched a few times. The name was familiar to his ears. He was a famous painter and collector.

I saw you at the painting race at JIE. Your painting style is quite interesting. Can we meet. I have something to talk about.

Almost the girl jumped up happy if she did not remember herself in a public place. "really? I'm very happy. When, Sir?"

Now! I am staying at Hotel A. There is a painting exhibition here.

Maisa clenched both hands, jabbing down. His feet are small. A big smile adorned his face. Some passers-by shook their heads, astonished.

Realizing to be the center of attention, Maisa regained her calm. Puffed a few times. But his face still could not hide his smile. How not, a famous painter suddenly contacted him. An opportunity that cannot be missed.

Brother Ken. I went to Hotel A, yeah. There is an art exhibition there.

Be careful on the road, Sa. I love you!

Maisa laughed a little. He sent a heart emoticon to her. A taxi passed in front of him. His hand waved at the taxi.

"Sir, please go to Hotel A, yes."

The taxi drove down the highway. Arriving in front of the hotel, Maisa exhaled several times. Eliminating his nervousness that suddenly attacked him.

Maisa delivered a male conciege to the exhibition hall. Quite a lot of visitors enjoy the paintings on display. The girl's eyes instantly swept across the entire room in white with paintings hanging in line there.

He seemed to be sucked with paintings on display from impressionist style to modern works. He went around from one painting to another. His eyes sparkled looking at every detail of the painting.

"Who's enjoying the painting?" greet someone standing next to him.

Maisa. A man in his forty years with a thin sideburn on his cheek. Her hair was intentionally colored in a light brown color.

"So, meet Abshar who called you earlier." The man extended his hand.

Maisa welcomes her outstretched hand, introducing herself to him. The two walked together to see each painting. Maisa let out her opinion.

"I feel a mysterious and dynamic force in this painting. Ah... I'm sorry if I talk a lot."

Abhsar smiled at the girl beside him. He looks enthusiastic to see the collection of paintings on display.

"What's wrong. I'm glad to hear your opinion. How about we talk in the lounge. I heard there's really a new menu there."

Maisa followed the man to the lounge of the classic-style hotel with chandelier chandeliers lined up in the ceiling. Some chocolate-painted beverage racks and vertical gardens add comfort. Transparent glass almost surrounds the outer wall.

"You have a talent for painting. I'd like to offer you a scholarship to study in France."

"Is this really so, sir?"

Maisa was flabbergasted, unable to contain her surprise. Her ears are functioning normally, not mishearing. I did not expect to get a scholarship to France. But of course he had to leave Ken.

"of course. It's a pity that your talent is being wasted. I see you're diligently posting your paintings to Youtube and Instagram."

"It turns out you saw it." Maisa blushed in embarrassment. His cheeks were red.

Abshar laughed a little. "It's only natural that I know. The technique you use is good. It would be better if it was developed again. You can think about it. When you're ready you can call me."

The man gave Maisa his business card. The girl accepted with both hands. He saw the writing on the business card. Mapo Gallery.

"You're the owner of Mapo Gallery?" Maisa was surprised for the second time. Gallery visited the other day. It was like recognizing the painting on display.

Holy hooch! Moments later Maisa thought of something. When commenting on paintings, are there any words that are not good. He tried to replay his memory.

"Don't tense up so. I'll wait for your information." Abshar chuckled softly at the girl in a slight panic.

Maisa breathed a sigh of relief. He had to tell Ken about this. At least talk to him. He can't wait to get home.

Maisa. Which house is meant. He ran a stopwatch on his phone for a minute. Vote between going back to his own house or to Ken's house. Her lips kept repeating the words Ken and home.

"Ken... Homehouse... Ken's.... House..."

The stopwatch stopped as he said the word home. The girl let out a disappointed breath instead stopped at the word home. Don't know it. He stops a taxi and says Ken's home address.