Illusions
CHAPTER 13 (Part 3)

If you want to understand the pain, just look into his eyes. Then you'll find the answer.

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"Hm, according to the cave, the cave is a bad person who is considered good by people" I said, slowly.

"Huh? you talking about something?" asked Riska, taking off from her embrace.

"Hm, no, nothing" I replied, smiling.

"Lo to the cave house huh, every Sunday. Hour 09:00. Don't be late, the cave doesn't like waiting" I said, then I stood up.

"Huh? whynot? The cave also does not know where your house is" said Riska, seeing me standing.

"Udah dateng. Later the cave sends the same address lo, the cave goes first, fearing Greysie nyariin cave because later here" I replied, then I left.

"Emang lo has a cave number" Riska said, shouting a little.

"Udah calm down. Easy" I said, waving, but I didn't see him.

Week later. Hour 09:20. I was sitting on my couch, still waiting for Riska to arrive.

Ting nung.. ting nung.....!

My house bell rings. I looked at my watch, then stood up. My feet slowly stepped towards the door. Then I opened the door.

"Kok late? the cave says it's 9 o'clock" I said, asking.

"Yes, it's too late" Riska replied, while her lips grumbled softly.

"For the cave time is important. And many cave affairs. Tomorrow you don't be late" I said, nagging.

"Yes, yeah.. Ok. Huff, naples. You didn't tell the cave to come in?" gerutu Riska, then asked.

"Mmff, yes... Please come in" I said, politely. Then I smiled.

Riska then sat on the sofa. I observed him. Lau smiled again.

"Lo what do you want to drink? later the cave is madein" I said, asking.

"Mm, it's up to you. There are no aunts here? until you want to drink it" said Riska, asking.

"Nothing" I replied, briefly. Then I stood up immediately.

"Where are your parents?" ask Riska. I looked at it for a while, then walked towards the kitchen.

"They're gone" I replied, while my feet were still slowly stepping into the kitchen.

Riska was confused by the situation she created as a result of her question. He was confused what to say.

A few minutes later. I came back from the kitchen, brought him a drink.

"Em, thank u, and. cave.. Grieving, sorry cave do not know" said Riska, stiff.

"Casual, not pp" I said, smiling.

"Eat not? Have you eaten yet?" my many. And risk drinking.

"Em, no need. The cave is not laper" Riska replied.

"So what are we gonna do about this?" continued Riska, asking.

"Gua wants to train elo" I replied, smiling.

"Huhuh? Practice what?" ask Riska, astonishment.

"Painter" I answered briefly, then I stood up.

"Where do you know if the cave can paint? If the cave can't, you want to make a cave?" ask Riska, smiling mockingly.

"I don't know from anywhere. Gua believes you already have talent, just not in the grind" I said, walking to my room to pick up equipment.

"Kok that child all know anyway" Inner Riska, asked.

A few moments later. I came back from the room, my hands full of painting equipment.

"Do you know what?" ask Riska. I was busy sketching the exercises.

"Yes know. Eat it if you're a person don't be lazy" I replied, slightly mocked.

"Hnh, in question even did not answer" Grumbled Riska leaning on the sofa, crossing her legs and hands.

"Gua will also practice the skill of playing the piano, elo. But the practice will focus more on painting. Later lo kecapean" said I, while tidying up painting tools.

"Kok lo can know all the hell, njirr" asked Riska, getting up from her sender.

"Udah, don't try anything unimportant" I replied.

"Puff, really ngeselin ni people" Riska's inner, her eyeballs twisting because they are lazy.

"Lo denger cave talk is good. Painting is not about beauty, but how to make your feelings into a painting. Each painting has its own meaning from the painter. So if your feelings are the same as your painting, the meaning will be conveyed to others who see the painting elo. Just like a writing that reaches the hearts of its listeners, through their ears" I explained, giving her a brush.

Four weeks later. Riska is getting better with her hands. I didn't force him to do it right away. Sometimes I tell him to relax. Because I think someone should be happy not depressed, if they want the meaning of their work conveyed.

Riska is also getting better at playing the piano. He said playing the piano was his new hobby. Previously he did not like the coercion of his father. But after he trained for four weeks, made him even more fond.

At present. I told Riska to paint me, so I could see her progress.

"Lo would also not if the cave practice your violin skills? But the cake has to pay anyway, free time mulu. Other people who are still the same cave cost quite a bit" I asked, mocked him.

"Huh? Can you fiddle too?" ask Riska, astonishment.

"Hm, what don't you want?" ask me again, my hands are still crossed.

"Njirr, how can you all? continue.. Where can you know that the cave can also be a little violin?" ask Riska, pricking an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's just know. Bokap you tell you to practice three right" I said, reassuring.

"Njirr... keep going, you can let alone?" ask Riska, curious. His hands stopped painting.

"Gua can sleep, can eat, can breath too" I replied, normally.

"Lo's grandfather intentionally made a bum. Every question never answers. Make a sprain" said Riska, his face slackened with annoyance.

"Haha, hahaha," I laughed after hearing that. Riska looked at me in astonishment.

Tomorrow at school. Riska is on the roof of the school. He was looking for me, but I wasn't there.

Then Riska was still standing, leaning against the parapet on the roof of the school to wait for me. His eyes also continued to look down. Under the students were playing basketball. Shortly after, I came.

Riska was unaware of my existence. Then I walked slowly to him.

"Lo likes Alfie?" my question, patting her on the shoulder, made Riska surprised.

"Anjiirr, startled cave nying" said Riska.

"Hn, hahaha. Sorry, you're so serious about seeing him" I said, laughing.

"Njirr, heyy, you know where you've been seeing Alfie?" ask Riska, mimik wonder in disbelief.

"You know, you like him. Want a bantuin cave?" answer me, then ask.

"Hn, again no reply. If people ask it is answered, nying" Greysie said, nagging.

"Yes, yes. the cave just know, because it looks from the face of the elo" I replied, smiling.

"Couldn't you? How can you know everything? Pantesan the Greysie likes the same feeling elo, you must be very sensitive and understanding" said Riska, still staring in disbelief.

"Hn, hahaha, you're funny. Though your eyes have cleared everything. Time doesn't know" I said, laughing.

One week later. I was visiting Riska's house. He didn't know I was coming to his house.

Ting nung's... Ting nung's...!

Shortly after, an Art opened the door to Riska's house for me. I went in and sat on the sofa, carrying things like a large frame.

Riska's father is coming.

"Hello om, how are you?" say, shake.

"Om good, how are you? Come on, sit down" asked his father, then sat down.

"I'm good om" I replied, then sat down.

"Em, I'm here to bring you this painting" I continued, giving her the painting.

"Oh yeah? You are very good until you take care of your baby, thank you" said Riska's father, smiling.

"Haha, yes, yes" I said, smiling.

"Om can open?" ask Riska's father, still smiling.

"Yes, yeah.. Silahkam om" I replied, also smiling.

Riska's father began to open the frame of the painting. His eyes were fascinated to see the painting.

"Waahh, this is a really good way. Is this really for you?" ask Riska's Dad.

"yes om. It was made especially for you" I replied, smiling.

"You are a true artist" Riska's father said, shaking his head in fascination with the painting before him.

The painting depicts a father and his daughter walking on a small bridge one meter wide.

Under the small bridge there is a beautiful river, trees and dark green grass almost blackish. While the father and daughter in the painting will be separated from each other, as if away.

"It wasn't me who painted it" I said, smiling.

"Huh? So if it wasn't you, who would have painted a painting this good?" ask Riska's father, don't believe it.

"Child om, Riska" I replied, still smiling.

"Huh? you said who just now? Om's son?" ask Riska's father, still in disbelief.

"Yes, Riska son of om. He painted this himself. I saw for myself he was painting, he was sinter and talented. I am proud of him as his friend" I replied, with a smile.

Riska's father's face is still like one who doesn't believe what I'm saying. He thinks it's impossible that it's his son's painting.

"Om, can I talk to you, can't I?" my many.

"Em, yes" replied Riska's father, slowly.

"The painting that you hold is painted by yourself as Riska. I told him to paint something from his heart. And the result is that beautiful work. I know that I want Riska to go to art. But according to me, someone will never be able to if he is not cool, even just to make them feel depressed. Riska to be able to produce works as beautiful as in the hands of om because when she paints she is seneng and not depressed at all. Try to imagine if Riska continues to feel cool. He could do better work than this. You can even beat the famous painters out there. I hope om can always support Riska's dream because the painting is proof that Riska is serious with her dreams" I explained.

Riska's father was slightly pensive from seeing the painting in his hand. He felt the meaning of the painting. Like a father and son who are getting away from each other because there is no good communication between them. As well as the painting of a small bridge whose wood is partly weathered to holes.

"I think, for a girl. Their father was both their role model and first love. I don't have much time to spend with my dad. While om and Riska still have a chance to spend your time together. Don't let Riska lose what I'm feeling right now, om" I continued.

Meanwhile, Riska was peeking at us talking. I have also realized its existence from earlier.

Riska was in her room. However, Art tells him that a child of his age is talking to his father. So that makes Riska curious and want to see.

A few minutes passed. I paid my respects to his father. Then I looked at Riska, smiling at her.

"What are you riding here for? Let the driver go home" said his father, standing up.

"Em, don't do it. I got on the bike here. Then I say it" I replied.

After I left.

"Riskaaa." call his father, make Riska surprised, then immediately menghampiri his father.

"Yes, Pah" replied Riska, approaching.

"You.." said his father, directly hugging Riska.

"From now on papa will always support your dreams. Papa will also tell your mother" said his father, stroking Riska's hair.

"Really reward?" ask Riska, don't believe it.

"Yes really. From now on you can take any major you like. Papa will always be supportive, as long as you are serious about your choice" replied his father, holding his shoulder and stroking Riska's hair.

"Thank you for the reward, I love you for the reward" Riska said, hugging tightly.

"Papa loves you too" said his father, returning a hug while stroking his hair.

Seriate...