Not Just a Dream
Praise Bagas

Renata got off Bagas' car. He looked at the luxurious house in front of him. Garden and front lights are already lit making the house look more stunning. The sky is almost dark. After exiting the mall, Renata and Bagas stop by a shop that sells painting equipment and go home as their mother requested. 

"It's home, Father?" asked Renata to Bagas who was busy taking out his shopping items. 

"The house of the deceased papa, said his mother leaving this house for me and mama," replied Bagas as he waved his hand at the gatekeeper. 

"Father please take this all to the room next to mine" said Bagas. 

"We're in, yuk! Mama was waiting," Bagas led Renata to the front door. 

"Mama.." cried Bagas staring at his mother's tightly closed room. 

In a matter of seconds, Amara came out. The woman looked beautiful with a dres wrapped in green bottles. 

That's Mr. Bagas' mother, so beautiful. 

Suddenly Renata felt insecure seeing the look of the woman walking towards him. 

"Ma, meet Renata" said Bagas.  

Renata grabs the hand of Amara Bu stalling in front of him and kisses him. 

"Please sit down! Mama's cooked a lot for you." Bu Amara took Renata's hand to the living room. 

Bagas immediately ran to his room leaving Renata with his mother alone. 

"Bagas cross you have a talent for painting?" ask Amara's enthusiastic. 

"Yes, Auntie," Renata replied hesitantly, she felt awkward with Amara's attitude which was very friendly to her, even though they had only met for the first time. 

"Don't hesitate, just think of it as your own home. Play here often. Let auntie not be lonely." 

Renata only responded with a faint smile. 

Renata stared at every wall. Many of the paintings there instantly hypnotized his eyes. 

Is this Bagas' own painting? that was the heart Renata asked.

"Bagas also has a gallery, but lately he rarely goes there, because the office needs it more."

"Is aunt just staying with Mr. Bagas?"

"Yes, sometimes Bagas' uncle and aunt also live here, but now they're out of town."

Ms. Amara furrowed her brows remembering Renata's call to Bagas, "Why do you call Bagas, sir? There is no more romantic call" said Amara. 

Renata bites her lower lip, not knowing what calls are appropriate for Bagas other than sir.

Bagas came with a million charms. 

"Bagas, you have Renata call you sir?" ask Bu Amara to investigate.

"No, Renata called me that, why, don't all the employees in the office call me that?" 

"But now Renata is Nurmala's aunt's son, and mama is sure she won't allow Renata to work again" Bu Amara believes. 

"He's still in prison, which means he's still my employee" Bagas argued against losing. 

Renata snorted, he was too weak if Bagas used that excuse.

"Re, tonight you want to, right, sleep here?" bargain Bu Amara who made Renata choke on tea.

"Why you?" Amara took a tissue and helped Renata wipe her lips. 

"But I haven't told my mother, Auntie, yet" Renata said. 

"Simple, let auntie say. Now you eat."

Bu Amara leaves Renata and Bagas. The two are silent until Bu Amara's body disappears. 

"What kind of father? Why not help me?" 

"Help what?" tanya Bagas pretends to be stupid. 

"Help me, if I don't want to stay here."

Bagas clenched his lips withstanding a laugh as he looked at Renata's disheveled face. 

"Say you want to practice painting, so no papa, I'm not going to fuck you either, take it easy."

Renata breathed with relief. The incident at Derya's house made her afraid if she had to live in a man's house. Moreover, Bagas was an unmarried adult man like Derya. 

Before agreeing to Bu Amara's request, Renata contacted Bu Nurmala to make sure she got permission. Although his heart was still doubtful, he was sure that Bagas would hold his words.

After dinner, Renata followed Bagas who was walking towards the second floor. As on the lower floor, there are also many beautiful painting displays lined up on the wall. The two entered in a room at the very end, there were only painting tools and some unfinished paintings. 

"Please enter Miss Renata" said Bagas teasingly. 

Instantly Renata punched Bagas stomach to make the empu grimace. 

"sickness…." Bagas complained while holding his stomach. 

"It's nothing, yesterday I kicked Derya's gun until she passed out."

As Bagas was holding his holy dragon sword, his face was pale to Renata's words. 

"Can't you?" tanya Bagas enthusiastically, although not himself who became a victim, but he could imagine how the pain of Renata kick. 

Renata laughed out loud then turned her body to look at Bagas. 

Renata told her what Derya had done to her. Now he does not want to be weak anymore which makes people underestimate him

"So Derya never __" Bagas cut her words. 

Renata nodded, "That's it, what's important now is that it won't happen again."

Renata sat in front of the canvas. He began to focus on his brain. As always, before drawing something, he made sure in advance what to make. 

"What do you want to do?" said Bagas pecking next to Renata. 

"Later you will know for yourself," replied Renata starting to touch the equipment he needed. 

Almost two hours of wrangling with brush and paint, now Renata gets a gift of applause from Bagas. 

"It's great" said Bagas, raising both his thumbs. 

Renata drew a woman holding a stick and standing on rocks overlooking a rocky, misty stretch of hill. Her long hair was unraveled in the wind in front of the sky that was filled with white clouds that were hard to distinguish from the fog. The background behind it is also very foggy and makes the mountain that is almost invisible.

"Now explain it to me! What does all this mean?" ask Bagas. 

Renata stared at the painting fixedly. 

"This painting is like a view as a sea of mist. This is one example of the thinking style of romantic artists who always use symbolism and parables in their paintings. This painting can produce interpretation. Humans are nothing compared to the vast and mysterious world realm as depicted in the sea of fog scenery in the painting. But it does not stop man from moving with all his wits (using sticks, warm clothes) to explore the world, even though the barrier is everywhere. When man contemplates the vastness of the sea of mist before him, he does not know what lies ahead. All things are so unpredictable, humans can only see small clues that are present behind the fog, " explains Renata at length which makes Bagas feel amazed.