WILD TEMPTATIONS OF PROFESSIONAL PAINTERS

SECOND PAINTING

Kasandra's first face painting of Diandra's canvas has been paid for by Diana. A check with a nominal that is quite fantastic for ordinary people. A billion is not a little money. The money can be used for several years of daily needs with a simple life of course.

Diandra holds the cheque paper that's worth it. An envelope containing one nominal sheet that is quite fantastic and placed in his workspace to create paintings and find inspiration.

For the value of a woman named Kasandra is so high. Now the second painting made by Diandra with the same face is finished. Diandra smiled with the results she had already made. Kasandra's face that shone brightly with the sunlight made the eyes of the man who looked at her will be fascinated and hypnotized by her aura. Imagine a faint young man only able to stare at him from a distance. His hand wants to reach the figure of Kasandra who is alone in waiting for her lover. The theme of the painting that makes people will be touched if people can understand the content intended by the creator.

For Diandra and his fellow painters clearly could understand him. A longing that is really already at the top of hope. Just waiting for God's fate and power, the two men of the opposite sex can be reunited.

" Sandra! I miss! Be present even if only your shadow is present in my dreams. At least that momentary meeting was able to provide relief in the increasingly rebellious longing.

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Cloudy clouds look dark. The day with the sun was covered with black clouds. Like the hardness of my heart when I was worried in waiting for that promise. Promises you haven't fulfilled. Promises you haven't made. Here I hope to wait for you to come. In itself, deserted waiting for you to come here. Stretch out your hand, then take me away. Go across the vast blue ocean.

I'm still here. Waiting for difficult words. I wait for your honest word in pouring out all the flavors. The feeling of longing is really hard on the heart. Feeling depressed when fretting waiting for expressions that can calm the soul.

Not long you were present. Coming brings new hope. Still silent though. Silent a thousand languages just silently staring at me softly. My lips are not able to speak, just hope you embrace me in your arms tightly. Let go of all fret, longing for the wait for a new arrival.

Still the same standing still in the same hopeful gaze. Want to reach out and have it all. Neither move, just stare. Until now the tightness began to fill the cavity. Slowly this step approached. Closer until we try to feel all the warm breaths.

Suddenly you pulled me slowly. Drown my head behind her with your firm hands. I instantly had trouble breathing because my head was sinking in your field chest. Still in the mute are equally drowning in taste. Pouring out the explosive miss.

That one firm hand was now rubbing quietly at the end of my head. My tears began to wet your white shirt. For you this is a proof of how much you and I have missed all this time. And today we will pour all in taste even if the unspeakable words have not been expressed.

Shout and sound is your heart to me. Don't make this confusion and worry anymore. We both know and understand this feeling. Me and you are one taste and very difficult to express because between you and I still keep the burden. And only we will understand.

What then? Let us reveal all of them, those unspeakable words through action. In the breath that speaks to each other. In the soft and warm touch that only we feel. You and I are both resigned to the warmth of love that cannot be expressed.

I miss you. 😘😍

(Jakarta, December 28, 2021)