Not Just a Dream
Contend

Seeing the hundreds of participants sitting sweetly in their respective chairs made Renata shrink. Cold sweat begins to pour through the pores. This was his first time facing painters from various countries, even one of them was a very famous international painter. 

Initially Bagas also did not want to invite Renata to join because he had never participated in such a race before. However, Renata wants to be more confident with the expertise he has. 

Renata gulped his saliva and approached Bagas who was talking to a man he did not know. 

"Mas, we'd better go home. I didn't come" whispered Renata hiding behind her fiance's broad back. 

"Why, isn't this your dream to become a world-famous painter?" The whispering bag.

"But I'm afraid of letting you down, what if I lose?"

Bagas smiled, tucking in the hair that covered the smooth cheeks of the future empress. 

"I don't need your victory. But you have to fight, show the world that you can realize a long-buried dream" Bagas assures. 

Renata nodded, Bagas' hand grip like strength and courage channeled to him. 

"Why aren't you coming?" reprimand Renata on Bagas who this time only chose to be a spectator. 

"If I come along, who will support and encourage you?" 

Along with Bagas' words, Derya entered. The man could still hear Bagas' words addressed to Renata. 

"Hi, Re. What number of participants?" ask Derya. 

Renata gave a small smile and showed the number already stuck on her chest. There was no more discussion as Derya looked at Bagas who continued to clutch at Renata's slender waist. 

Both of them were still cold. The tone of hostility is still clearly visible. They no one wants to apologize first, and still put their own egos first. 

How to make them get along, Inner Renata glanced at Derya and Bagas alternately. 

"Mas Derya's here with whom?" tanya Renata melted the atmosphere. 

"On her own, Sena's got an event out of town, so she can't come."

Renata manggut-mangut understand.

Bagas tightened his embrace. From his face it was obvious that the man was jealous of Renata's familiar attitude. 

"Mas Derya, I'm out first." 

Pulling Bagas' burly arm away, dodging Derya who kept looking at him fixedly. 

"Sorry, Mas. I just say hello," said Renata stroked the sturdy jaw of Bagas that began to harden. 

"I don't like it." 

"I won't repeat it again" Renata quickly replied. 

The game starts in five minutes. Renata used that time to be with Bagas. 

Grandfather Liam came over to Renata who still looked nervous. Even though Bagas has entertained him with various stories, his heart still beats quickly like a marathon. 

"How, Re? Are you ready?" ask Grandpa Liam. 

"It's ready, Cake."

Again, Bagas provided an encouragement to Renata before struggling with the equipment that had perched in the leading order. 

There is no special theme, this time the painter can draw anything, as long as it is precise and can be of high value. All because it is judged from the agility, the results of the image and also the meaning contained in it. 

During the race, Bagas contacted Bu Amara and Bu Nurmala. They already miss Renata and hope Bagas brings her back quickly.

After that, Bagas passed the floor and stared at the clock that was coiled in his hand. Occasionally peek out from behind a window made of transparent glass. 

Ting tung 

Bagas reached into a flat object yes from the pocket of the suit and stared at the no-man's number. 

Bagas opens an image message from an unknown person. 

Are you still sure that Renata loves you sincerely. Maybe he is just using you. The proof is that he met someone behind you. 

Bagas stared intently at the picture, where Renata only saw his face, a wide back that pecked in front of him. They were like two people kissing. 

It was three days ago at a supermarket near Nurmala's aunt's house. 

Bagas recalled that before he and Renata went to Japan, a full day did not meet with Renata. Only connect via cell phone connection. 

Bagas guessed, but his heart was still convinced that Renata loved him very sincerely. 

A lot of people hate it, it must be because of a prank and want to make our relationship break. 

Bagas did not want to respond to the photo, but also did not delete it.

Bagas refocused on Renata who was nearing completion, the girl calmed down while refining her image. 

Nearly three hours passed, finally a few seconds left. All the participants raised their hands including Derya and Renata.

When the time is closed, all participants submit their artwork on stage. 

Renata went out to meet Bagas. Although his face was filled with colorful streaks of paint, he immediately hugged Bagas tightly. 

"Where's the outcome?" tanya Bagas returned Renata's warm embrace. 

"I am very satisfied with my image, and I present it to you." 

Bagas felt overwhelmed to listen to Renata's words. 

"If so kiss also dong," bega Bagas.

Instantly Renata hit the chest of Bagas field and released his embrace. Not going to fish for the perverted man in front of him. 

"Later if you are married, anything I will give without asking," Renata continued, annoyed with Bagas' request that began strangely.

"Well, I'll wait patiently."

Next session. Everyone gathered in the room to explain the description of the painting. 

Renata went back in, left Bagas and sat down in his place. 

Renata's paintings are great. He is very intelligent, Derya praised in her heart. 

After several participants advanced, it was now Renata's turn. The woman still shakes her spirit. Positioning himself in front of the jury and Liam's grandfather. 

"Please Renata!" said Liam's grandfather directly who from earlier was fascinated with the painting of the girl. 

"Painting title: Storm. Painting School: Romanticism." 

Renata smiled, staring at everyone in turn. Although a little nervous, he still tried to calm down to see Bagas who was capturing the moment. 

"This storm painting is a typical expression of Romatism. In this stream I want to express the turmoil of the soul that oscillates between the desire to live and declare the ideal world (imagination) and the real world that is complicated and fragmented."

Pause

"In this “Badai” painting, you can see how a dramatic struggle between two ships in a violent storm in the middle of the ocean. The atmosphere seemed to be pressurized by the thick darkness of clouds and the safest high waves that destroyed one of the ships. From the upper corner of a glimmer of sunlight that bounces off to the roll of the waves, it puts more of a dramatic pressure on the atmosphere."

Renata bowed the finished sign. 

The sound of applause echoed in the room. 

Bagas raised both his thumbs towards Renata who came down from the stage.