Not Just a Dream
Stay at Derya's house

Sunlight shining from behind the curtain made Renata disturbed. He blinked his eyes and wriggled, only this time he slept comfortably without interruption from the mouths of aunt and Karin's buckets.

"Is this Heaven? Am I dead and in heaven?" Renata gazed at the ceiling of the room which was very luxurious, the walls were decorated with beautiful paintings and some precious items became a complement to the place. He began to collect his scattered life and remember what happened last night.

"It's not heaven, it's Derya's mas house" he murmured again.

His stiff knees made him grimace upon waking up.

Aawww

Renata lowered her legs slowly and stared out the window. He continued to massage his calves which still felt painful.

Renata shifted her seat and took out the ointment that Derya gave her last night. The wound that was now starting to blacken was indeed painful, but not how much compared to his heartache because of the humiliation he continued to receive almost everywhere.

While rubbing with the ointment, Renata continued to blow-delivering the pain that began to burst.

"What did Derya mean to bring me here?"

That uncaring attitude seemed to just disappear when Derya pulled Renata's hand, even she felt a handful of attention that she had longed for from the man.

Renata opened the curtains and went to the bathroom.

Derya opened the door to Sena's room. Again he found the girl pensive in the corner of his room, his eyes kept staring at the photo he had stepped on some time ago.

Sena is Derya's only beloved sister. He loved the girl more than himself. Whatever he did for Sena included helping her become a famous model. However, the profession he was proud of was now thrown down because of disappointment in a man he loved.

"Sena, we eat yuk!" take Derya from the doorway. Sena looked over without a sound. His eyes looked puffy and reddened.

Derya walked slowly to Sena and sat down on the edge of the bed. Precisely beside Sena who was still staring at the nightstand.

"You must forget him, for what you cry constantly, there are still many men who want to be with you, even more, what greatness he is, what you expect from a jerk like him," derya said loudly, although she could not bear to see her sister who was still slumped, Derya tried to continue persuading him.

"I'll forget about it, but you have to promise me, help me get her to her knees in front of me."

Derya clenched her hands and pursed her lips, "Happy, because I already have a game for her."

Renata came out of his room. He spread his eyes to every corner of the room. Not only in the room, outside the wall was filled with various paintings with various streams.

Renata walked down the stairs one by one, clearly he heard the sound of crisp laughter from behind. Increasingly curious, Renata sped up his path.

It turns out that Derya, then who is that beautiful woman?

Renata looked at Derya who had been feeding the woman sitting next to him several times, even jealous of her being treated like a queen.

Renata approaches Derya.

"Sorry, Mas. I woke up late" said Renata shyly.

"No papa, consider it your own home, after all here there are already maids who will clean the house and others. Eat up! After this I'll take you somewhere."

Sena looked careless, not even wanting to glance at Renata, let alone look at him.

"This is my sister, her name is Sena" Derya said next.

Renata extended her hand in front of Sena. But the girl brushed him off rudely.

"No need to shake hands, look at your face, it's disgusting." Sena pushed her chair back and moved from her seat.

"Sister, next time tell him to eat in the back," Sena asked tightly.

Although her stomach was very hungry, Renata could only stare at the menu on the table, wanting to eat, but she did not have the courage to touch it.

"Eat it, Sena's like that, don't take heart."

Not just Sena, but everyone who says it like that.

"Sorry, Mas. I'll just eat in the back."

Renata immediately walked towards the kitchen and picked up the food left in the cupboard with the maid.

What exactly did Mas Derya mean to bring me here, why was she suddenly so good to me.

The clock has shown at nine, Renata can only look at the garden filled with tulips without doing any activity. He feels bad for Sena, but he is also confused about where else to go.

"Renata," called Derya from the direction of the living room.

Renata ran a small approach to Derya who was neat by wearing casual dress navy color combined with white jeans.

"Follow me now!" ask him without explaining.

Without asking, Renata followed Derya's steps towards the car.

Derya stopped her car in front of a building that was not too big, but from the outside it was very beautiful and comfortable.

"What place is this, Mom?" ask Renata when she gets out of the car.

"It's my gallery, I've seen you buy painting tools, you love to paint."

Renata nodded quickly, every time he heard the word painting, he seemed to find something colorful in his life, because he could not think of a man remembering himself who was far from beautiful.

Renata followed Derya's steps, one by one the man showed her the painting he liked until his steps stopped at a painting in the corner.

"Whose painting is this, Mas?" Renata touched the picture of a man with gray hair.

Derya's eyes glazed over, her face looking gloomy and lackluster.

"He is my father. He died after I finished the painting, and I haven't even seen his picture of a heart attack."

"I'm sorry" said Renata.

Turning to an empty room, Renata developed a smile upon seeing the extremely complete painting equipment. His eyes twinkled, his hands were amused to want to immediately wrestle with the tool.

"Mas, can I paint here?" asked Renata innocently.

"May, you're free to do anything here. Think of it as your own place, Derya said.

"What is your relationship with Bagas?" tana+ya Derya suddenly.

Renata turned his head, looking at the handsome looking Derya.

"Me and Mr. Bagas have nothing to do. Last night he was just trying to help me."

Is it possible that Renata lied to me? There was no way Bagas would touch it if there was nothing. The beautiful Sena alone never cared about, let alone the Renata that I had handled like this.

"What's the matter, Mom?" asked Renata enthusiastically.

Derya simply shook her head and continued her steps.