When Love Is Present

Chapter 46. Valuable gift.

Today's activity is done. The day crawled late afternoon. Slowly the night sky appeared. Vim takes Laras in the car. Five minutes later the car stopped at a shopping complex not far from where they lived. Vim parked the car right in front of a shophouse.

"Come down we have arrived."

Barrel looked around. He did not understand what Vim would buy here.

"What are you looking for here?" He asked with great astonishment. This is not a place for regular Vim subscriptions to shop for their necessities.

"This is the shophouse I bought for you. Cash hard so you're happy to use this place and don't think about how to deposit the rent."

Vim's explanation slid as soon as they went inside. The barrel closed its mouth wide open in disbelief.

The next second is a drop of water dripping in both corners of the eye due to the taste of haru that envelops the heart.

"I'm crying." Vim rubs the water point at the corner of the Barrel's eye.

"You bought this for me??"

"Yes, do you like it? So that you can display the items that you always market in online media. From here you can run it or if you mind you keep a close eye on it from home. We're looking for workers to keep this shop."

"I'm so happy. I like to do this activity. From here I can start my own business. Not grandiose just help mami market her stuff. That's all."

Laras was pleased. Getting the green light from Vim to start something is one of the prized gifts. The barracks will manage the store well.

"I told my mom. Mami supports you, mami's products can also be sold by you because that's why I'm happy to give you the car." Vim releases his hands on both shoulders. Making Laras happy is his goal as promised to his late sister, Vano.

"Thank you for everything." The barrel circled the entire room. There are shelves for displaying long fabrics from mami's house. There is also a table for the cashier. Decorating the room full of beauty in accordance with the merchandise on display later. Dominant with a touch of art.

"Can you run it?"

Laras nodded confidently.

"I have a lot to learn with you. Although this is a small business and just starting out does not matter. A start doesn't have to be something big right away, does it?"

Vim saw happiness on Laras' face. The woman who had known him so long and new this time was very close to him. Which he never thought would be his.

Flashback.

"What are you doing?"

At that time Vim noticed the little Laras was playing her hand painting something in the picture book. Vim looked at the 12-year-old girl. Vim was 19 at the time.

Painting made Laras themed flora. He painted himself on a medium-size drawing paper on the round table of Vim's courtyard. Vim is very memorized Laras is waiting for his mother when the mother finishes work at the house of Vim's parents and fills her time by making paintings of pencils or black pens. Even Laras can sketch faces nicely.

"I paint. Don't look at it."

Laras looked at his painting. Ducking does not take your eyes off the painting media.

"ugly. It's all grey. It should be colorful." Chirps Vim. The barrel is not affected. Scratch the pencil tip smoothly. Never once did he delete because of a scratch.p

"Belvin. I only have a pencil."

Vim did not get tired of standing in front of Laras even sitting in front of the little girl. Pay attention to the Barrel without batting an eye.

"When it's finished painting I ask yes.ehm I buy."

"This painting is ugly. Why would you buy my painting."

Laras always used the word mas to call the Vim brothers.

The barrel stops moving the hand. That innocent face was staring at Vim.

"I don't sell it." It fluttered the bangs that were almost about the eyes. Rubbing the left eye.

"Do you aspire to be a painter? Why don't you help your mom finish her job? That's a lot of fabric. You can paint cloth."

"Mom told me to go to school. It's just a hobby." Laras answered as he could. Painting on cloth was boring for Laras.

"Come give it to me. I'll give you the latest color painting tool. I'll take it for a second."

Vim ran into his room. Back with something in his hand. Handing over a box of painting tools to Laras.

"This is all I've never worn. Just make you. It's okay if you don't give me that painting." Vim shuffles the box to the barrel. The barrel sees the sincerity of 1 eye Vim. Finally Laras received and replaced the painting tool with his painting. It's okay he can make a new one he thinks.

Vim always remembered those memories as he was drawn to Laras.

Flashback.

"Mas, it's like I know this painting." Barrel touched the framed painting on display at the new store. Trying to remember where he's seen her.

"Try to remember again." Advice Vim.

"Where did you get that from? I used to love making paintings like this. There is still a collection I keep. Until Junior High I liked making it. Preoccupying."

Laras reminisces and smiles in light of his childhood hobbies.

"I knew. You used to paint at the round table in my house while your mom helped me get the job done."

"Haha, I remember it. Sometimes we meet and you like to tease me." Laras Protest. Vim really likes to play the hair Barrels are tied in two like a ponytail. Instantly he remembered Vano but did not continue to mention the name. Vano is peaceful in other realms.

"This painting I got from a girl who loved waiting for her mother to work in my house. While waiting he would spend time by scraping his pencil on paper."

"Mas mean? Who's the girl?"

"That teenage girl you're Baras. I asked for the painting from you fifteen years ago. I gave the painting a frame."

"Oya??? Did ya? So this painting is mine? I don't remember this painting of you."

"It won't be remembered because it was me who kept it until now and for that long I never forgot you."

Laras. So long time passed and Laras never glanced at Vim at all. The barrel only knows Vano who is always nearby. Vano gives more attention and only Vano loves him.

"I ignored you, huh. I really can't read your feelings. Didn't catch your attention to me but you never said it so I really don't know."

"Let it pass. What matters is that you're with me now and stay with me."

"I don't want to be away from you let alone lose you." Again the Baras carried away the atmosphere. The newness enveloped his heart.

"Zinciput. Don't cry, I don't like to see your tears." Vim taunted Laras before the clear crystal came down.

Barrels hit Vim's chest. Lean his head on the shoulder of that field and seek tranquility there. It is impossible to seek the happiness of others. Her husband gave it everything. Enough Vim for Barrel.

Don't tease me Laras. My defense can break. It's okay here too.

Hahaa basic Vim his mind is perverted.

Readers all.please support like, comment, vote nyaa..🙏