Because of you and the Warm Sweet Tea
Painting As Expression

"I didn't admit it, Dad..." The woman accused of being a prostitute pleaded with her father to defend her. His eyes were already red, poignant because they had shed too many tears. But she tried to convince her father.

"What kind of proof is this!?" Shouted the woman's father while showing roughly the summons.

The letter says that the woman, who was in high school, was a prostitute. And the school had to expel the woman for the good name of the school.

Looking at the letter, the woman could only remain silent. Her tears would not stop flowing. The father who had always defended himself, always took care of himself, is now no longer on his side. His father is now on their side who had intended to get rid of him.

PLAQUES

The father, whose face and name were smeared, slapped his only daughter. Her daughter who has always loved her. His daughter who has always been proud despite having an imperfect physique. His father was so disappointed in his daughter that he became fed up.

"Now you leave this house. Me and the people in this house don't want to see your face or hear your name anymore. Don't call me dad again." Said the father coldly.

"Well..." Pinta the woman with a trembling voice. His hand was still holding his cheek which was flushed red due to his father's slap.

"Don't call me dad! Get out of this house right now!" Shake the head of the household.

"Hurry and pack your things now! And get out of this house! You've put this family to shame and my good name is definitely tarnished because you're a whore!" Shouted the sister of the girl. Coincidentally her sister was also the upperclassman at her school the woman was very respected by the teachers and students.

Then, the woman immediately ran to her room and immediately brought her valuables.

With tears streaming down and her heart gone, the woman took all her life history, as well as a few pieces of clothing. And all his money. After that, he put all the valuables in his bag. Not to forget, he also brought a sketchbook and several ballpoints tucked also in his bag.

Then, the woman without a word of farewell went away from the house where she used to shelter it. For the last time. While the members in the house feel fed up and do not want to talk to the woman they just expelled.

With the incident of bullying, and the expulsion, the woman very confidently admitted that the world was only fair to those who were beautiful. Or those who are smart. There is no place for those who do not have good looks, do not have a smart brain, nor do they have popularity.

For that woman, love no one can accept. Indeed, it is natural for women who have a sincere heart, not beautiful, not smart, and not popular, also not rich is not at all have no love. Not deserve to feel loved. I have to accept how evil this world is.

If that was all he accepted. He will accept. He would not expect to receive that love. If that love had been his nature he would not have accepted it. From today, he will take for granted a sense of emptiness, a sense of coldness, a sense that will not live because there is no warmth of love in it, and also a sense of solitude because no one will accept him.

But allow for a moment, just a moment, he humanized this heart. Let him let out his heartache, this pain of his because all those who loved and loved him so much have been taken by this world. The people he loved so much are now the ones who hate him so much and will never see his face again.

And that night, on a park bench, the woman cried. By ourselves.

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"Can the painting express itself? Why are there so many mixed feelings in this painting?" Ask the woman who cried last night on the park bench. And now he's in an art gallery.

"That's what art is for. As long as you know, they, the painters of this world, use painting to express their taste in the moment." Said a man who seems to have a family, the man was also enjoying the painting seen by the woman.

"How can a painter spill all his feelings in the form of a painting? How can art lovers realize what the painter felt when he created this work of art?" Ask the woman again. While the woman who was very fascinated by the painting in front of her seemed reluctant to see people who were chatting with her.

"The people who loved the painting knew the painter's feelings at that time, because the painter actually poured out his heart when all the brush strokes were coloring the canvas. They're not gonna play around."

"Therefore, especially with an abstract work or feeling an emotional phenomenon, the connoisseurs of the artwork can know the painter's feelings. And you know, a lot of painters end up being famous painters because they're able to vanish all their expressions. So that you can get its own special features. But, of course, they also have their own identity. And also with some other knowledge."

Hearing the explanation, the woman became curious about who had just been invited to chat. When viewed from his appearance, it could be that he is one of the connoisseurs of painting that is already a long-time player so that he can know the theory.

Or it could be that the man is one of the painters who has been in this art world for so long.

"Sorry before, sir. Not meant to humble yourself. But is your father married? And where's your family?" Ask the woman next to him.

"Oh, yeah. I have a family, and they" said the father, pointing to a mother and son enjoying other paintings in the room "they are my family. And they have done the doctrine to also enjoy the painting" said the man chuckled.

"It turns out you are a connoisseur of painting, yes. It is only natural that you can be so aware of the psychology of painters and connoisseurs of painting"

"Then, miss herself? Is the lady also a connoisseur of painting? Or is the lady a painter? So why did you come to this gallery with such a big bag?"

"I'm just happy to draw, sir. If you want to see my work, I bring it, really." Said the woman while showing her sketchbook. And handed over the sketchbook when the father wanted to see his artwork. "And I've just been kicked out of the house and thrown away for all eternity because of a rumor that says I'm a whore." The woman smiled wryly.

"Miss, your drawings are beautiful but filled with empty hope. My house is very large and can accommodate many people. If miss has nowhere to take shelter, my family and I are very happy to take you in." Say that father. And hearing those words the woman unconsciously shed tears again.