WILD TEMPTATIONS OF PROFESSIONAL PAINTERS

LOOKING FOR MATERIALS IN THE CITY

Diandra goes with her daughter Sifa to a shopping mall in the city. The materials used to paint it are already running out. Diandra is currently having to collect a large collection of paintings that will be exhibited later in the year-end event with several other painters at the art exhibition later. Diandra familiarly with his daughter walked around enjoying the atmosphere that afternoon in the city center.

Many materials to buy Diandra, as well as taking his daughter around the city. It's been a long time together with his daughter that Diandra did not do since her divorce with Dina. Sifa, her daughter was often picked up Diana lately just eating together and shopping to buy clothes, shoes, bags for Sifa. But both with the only daughter of the puppet is very rarely Diandra do, let alone Diandra more often struggling with his graffiti and more often confine himself in the room that is used to paint it.

Until Diandra saw the poster plastered clear and large in front of the kiosk in the shopping center. There are also some people, whether students or not they share brochures with mall visitors who arrive. Diandra began to approach some people who distributed the brochure and took one sheet of brochure that was shared by the person. Diandra began reading that the brochure was a theatrical performance that was to be held Sunday night in the theater and art building in the city center. I see the names on the brochure. How the heart of Diandra immediately beat so fast when he saw the name Kasandra there. But isn't there a lot of Kasandra in the world?

Diandra began to observe posters that had several facial images that would stage the theater's performance. Diandra started to be surprised instead of playing. His heart was also happy to find Kasandra's face there. It's true! Diandra will not be wrong again. Kasandra is in town right now. So, whether he rarely went out of the house and many rooms so as to find the figure of Kasandra was not able to.

" Dad!" call Sifa who saw Diandra, her father looked at the poster until he wiped the picture of the poster.

" Oh, yes, boy!" sahut Diandra was shocked.

" Did you recognize the characters who will play the theater?" ask Sifa full of probes.

" It seems like he was indeed my college friend at the time" replied Diandra honestly.

" Hey? But it's still so young! While the father looks no longer as fresh and the same age as the picture on the poster" said Sifa honestly

Diandra became chuckled hearing Sifa, her daughter said so. In fact, he was not taking care of himself. Moreover, her straight hair began to be left long. With a little whiskers left a little thick yet shaved.

" But, dad would look young if this was a mustache, his brew was shaved out." Sifa's grades were honest.

" Really?" sahut Diandra innocently trusted his daughter's judgment.

" Was this woman, whom my father often painted and many of them objects in my paintings? All of them have faces. Sifa won't take a wrong look." seduced Sifa.

" Then, Sifa will ask them. Where to buy the ticket entry. This should not run out and be missed. Dad, this is my chance to meet a woman I've admired all along. Right, dad?" said Sifa then rushed to one of the women who was distributing brochures to visitors.

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" Dad! The woman said, here also serves the entrance ticket to watch the theatrical performance" said Sifa with shining eyes.

Diandra sparkled her eyes. His heart was very happy to hear Sifa tell him this.

" Dad! Buy it here, right? I also want to see the theater show" said Sifa excitedly.

Diandra unspeakably pulled out her purse which was placed on her pants and handed it to Sifa. Sifa took the wallet given by her father and rushed to the woman who was ready to buy admission to see the theater performance.

" Thank God! I'll see you Kasandra!" murmured Diandra while smiling.

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How this love can slowly kill me when the longing does not end. When the feeling accumulates more and more memendam longing. I'm in waiting to see you. Your presence that will wash away every dry body of mine will touch you.

How this love corrupts my common sense. When the shadow always crosses my path. In dreams that hope to meet. It will be your presence that will treat me. Subverts a frozen soul. May your presence heal my hope of reaching you in a reality that does not upset my heart. (Love is more)