Not Just a Dream
Refusing gifts

Before returning home, Bagas and Renata stopped by a large mall in the middle of the city. The two walked in parallel around the vast shopping center. 

Arriving at one of the shops, Renata stops her steps, she approaches the transparent glass door. His eyes were stunned to see some of the paintings displayed in the room. 

Well, it's beautiful, if I could put my painting on there, there would be many who like it. 

Bagas patted Renata's shoulder from behind to make the girl shocked.

"What did you see?" asked Bagas, he looked inside. 

"It's a good painting, sir."

"You like paintings too?" asked Bagas enthusiastically, he immediately opened the door and entered. 

"From childhood I love paintings, but __"

Renata cut off his words, suddenly his chest tight and his tongue was confused to remember about his life that had been passed in vain. 

Renata why, like there's something that's been kept secret from me. 

Bagas grabbed Renata's hand, led her to the shopkeeper. 

"Welcome, Mr. Bagas. Are there any paintings you'll offer?" ask a man older than Bagas. 

Bagas shook his head, "At this time I am still focused on the office and can not take care of the gallery," Bagas explained. 

From the bottom of his heart, he also wanted to develop his painting talent. However, after losing to Derya, he could not leave the office that had deteriorated. 

"Sir, whose painting is this?" asked Renata curiously. 

Before the shopkeeper replied, a man walked up to them. 

"Pak Derya," said the store owner, while Bagas and Renata were silent. 

The atmosphere became awkward, Derya looked at Renata and Bagas alternately and shook hands with the shop owner. 

"How are you, Mr. Derya? Long time no see."

"Sir, it looks like we need to get out of here, there's something I need to buy." Renata and Bagas instantly came out avoiding Derya's indecipherable gaze. 

Upon arrival at the doorway, the shopkeeper called Renata until the girl stopped her steps and turned her body around.

"What's up, sir?" asked Renata enthusiastically. 

"Pak Derya gave the painting a gift to, Ma'am." The man pointed at the luxurious painting that was on the left side. 

Mas Derya gave me a painting present, did I not hear wrong.

Renata looked at Derya from afar. 

"Thank you, sir. But I don't need a gift from anyone," Renata refused, she still remembered the incident at Derya's house that upset her. Moreover, the man deliberately wanted to harass her and take her honor.

What exactly is their relationship, why Derya gave the expensive painting to Renata.

Bagas could only ask in his heart, he could not possibly ask that in front of Derya and the shopkeeper. 

"Excuse me…." Renata again grabbed Bagas' hand. 

"Renata.." call Derya in a heavy voice. 

The pounding of the shoes and the floor came closer, Derya stood beside the shopkeeper and took the painting. Either way, at the moment Renata was on the verge of confusion seeing Derya's gentle demeanor. 

"Take it, let's just say it's a sign of my apology."

Renata tilted her lips then approached Derya. The two exchanged glances to make Bagas even more curious. 

"An honor can't be bought with money, so don't ever consider me a cheap woman who will forgive a jerk like you with just a painting. Remember, you have a little sister, and you'll feel pain if she's in my position."

Renata's eyes began to look glassy, the bad memories that Derya created could not be forgotten just like that.

"From now on don't bother me, or everyone will know who this honorable Derya really is."

Upon arrival at the side of the car, Renata shed her tears, despite trying to remain resilient, her heart as a woman remained soft. 

"Re, are you okay?" tanya Bagas stroked Renata's trembling back. 

Renata shook her head and wiped her tears. His lips smiled forcefully. He must not be weak and must rise from his dark past. 

"Crying, Re. If it makes your chest relieved."

Bagas grabbed Renata's body and grabbed him, as a man, he couldn't let a woman carry the wound alone.

After slightly subsiding, Bagas cupped both of Renata's cheeks and looked at her still-reddened eyes. 

"I don't know what your relationship is with Derya, but I hope she doesn't hurt you anymore."

I can't open the disgrace of Derya's mas to Mr. Bagas, after all he was ever kind and willing to support me. 

"O, so this is your behavior when you're outside, it's appropriate that you leave the house, it turns out you're selling yourself" said a woman who had just arrived. 

Renata straightened her hair and looked over. 

"Sister Karin," said Renata with lips still slightly trembling. 

Yes, he is Karin, Renata's cousin who also often tortured him while still living in the house. 

Karin stared at Renata's appearance and then turned to look at Bagas' appearance. He hugged Renata and smiled cunningly. 

"How many millions you got last night" whispered Karin in Renata's ear. 

Plakk

A slap landed on Karin's smooth cheek. If he used to just quietly accept everyone's impingement, now Renata can not do it all. 

Toni who was beside Karin was surprised to see Renata's anger. 

"As for you know, I'm not a cheap woman who wants to exchange my body for money. You better take care of your sister's boyfriend than take care of me."

Uncle, I'm sorry I slapped my uncle's daughter, but I have to do it so that Karin can keep her word and not demean me anymore.

Renta leaves Karin, he opens the door to Bagas' car and enters. 

Karin stomped her legs annoyed, she did not accept the attitude of Renata who had dared to slap her in front of the boyfriend. 

Bagas sat down and looked at the anxious-looking Renata. 

"Who's Karin?" ask Bagas while installing the seat belt. 

"He's my cousin's brother, I used to live with him and aunt. I love them so much. However, after uncle died, they hated me. Aunty's house is hell. They treated me unfairly, because they thought I was the cause of uncle's death."

Bagas mangosteen understood, he drove his car at medium speed while wondering about Renata's previous life.

"Are you now comfortable living in Aunt Nurmala's house?" ask Bagas. 

Renata smiles considering Nurmala's mom who always spoils her. 

"Bu Nurmala is so kind, even though I'm not her family she treats me like her biological daughter."

Somehow when I heard that Bagas felt relieved. 

"But, it would be better if I could be independent and not depend on others." 

"You mean?" ask Bagas. 

"Actually I can paint, even one of my paintings was a winner at one of the events, and I'll start from now on."

Bagas raised his one thumb sign in agreement. 

"May it work."