Not Just a Dream
Commendations

"Do you like any painting?" derya asked Renata who kept looking at the painting on the wall.

"Naturalism, actually everything I like, it's just that's what I paint a lot."

"Why? Isn't romance also good, he is not only about the beauty of nature, but also history and tragedy," asked Derya while arranging the layout of the frame that is slightly deviated until now neat like the others.

"Nature is beautiful, any decoration made by human hands will not defeat the beauty of nature, although not as beautiful as its contents. I often complain about my situation. Why is God unfair to me? Why was I born as a person full of contempt? Why did God give me such a hard test, and why I was born but wasted. I do not like romance, because the tragedy I experienced was quite bitter, even millions of souls in this world only a little who can live it, he said, I assume painting was part of my life after both my parents died, and I __"

Renata lowered her head, she wiped her tears that had escaped wetting her cheeks. There should still be a lot that he wanted to overflow, only that he was tired of revealing everything in front of Derya.

Renata is very intelligent, it seems like she is reliable, who knows I can humiliate Bagas through her.

There is no sense of pity, it turns out that Derya helped him just use it for a mission that has not been achieved.

"May I try?" asked Renata expectantly.

"May," Derya answered briefly, she called two men to escort Renata to another room.

Renata's eyes swept through the vast room, it turned out that in the place on the left side that many people were learning to paint like him.

"But my paintings are not as good as the ones here" Renata said shyly.

"It's okay, you can learn again" replied Derya who continued to follow Renata's steps towards the empty seat.

Renata was a little nervous, her hands started to tremble as she sat in front of the canvas. This was his first time painting in front of others, as he could only hide in rooms unknown to anyone.

Kanza's hand touched the brush, her brain still adjusting what she was going to draw at the moment.

The sound of the pounding of the floor shoes echoed, Renata and Derya turned towards the source of the sound.

"Mr Derya, there's something I want to talk about." A man wearing a white shirt and black pants comes to see Derya.

"I stay first" Derya said, following the man's steps forward. 

Renata turned his head again, he looked at Derya's back which started to move away from the room.

Now in his heart he wonders, who exactly is Derya? The man he often saw in the store, the man who was very indifferent to him, but good in an instant. Undeniably, the good looks of his face are able to captivate Renata, although unrequited, now he feels considered.

I don't know what Derya meant to support me, but I wish I could change my destiny from here.

Renata directed her eyes towards the Canvas back and began to move her pointy finger that was already holding the brush.

Outdoors

"What's wrong?" derya asked, both hands were put into her pants pocket by staring towards the front.

"There's going to be an exhibition at the Mico family gallery, do you want to come?" ask the man.

Mico is one of Derya and Bagas' best friends and working partners. He always brings the two men together when there is a problem. However, this time Mico can no longer break the animosity between the two because of personal problems.

Derya opened her phone and typed something in there. It turned out to be true, an announcement had already entered on his phone, only that he had just opened it.

Painting is not the main job of Derya, and it is also not a hobby, but there is something that makes him have to wrestle with the world.

Almost two hours Renata struggled with brushes and paint, finally he could finish the picture he made, quite beautiful, let alone Renata made it full of feelings and painstaking.

Renata moved from his seat, he stared at the painting from various sides and smiled proudly at his current work.

Derya comes over to Renata who is still focused on her paintings.

"How are you done?" ask Derya. 

"Oh, here's the result." Renata pointed to his beautiful work. 

He painted a clean, flowing river scene that was very calm. The flowers there look beautiful that grow on green grass so it is good to see and very suitable for pampering the eyes. The trees grew so neatly that anyone who saw them would instantly fall in love with the painting. The color that Renata uses is also appropriate, not too flashy and also not too dim.

This is great, Derya praised in her heart.

"Where, Mom, is it still ugly? " said Renata with his hands adrift to each other, his face is very plain without make up is getting duller. Sweat mixed with color chat makes complete ugly.

Suppose he was in the office there must be many employees who mocked him.

Derya lifted her thumb and smiled.

"It's so amazing, I'm sure you can be a great painter."

Derya extended her hand towards Renata.

"Congratulations, I will make you a famous painter."

It turns out that Derya's mas is very good, I didn't think she would help me. 

As soon as Renata's heart beat fast when receiving Derya's hand, he could only dream of being praised by an admired person, but now it was not just a dream, Derya not only praised him, but also praised him, but he wants to touch his hand. Even Derya continued to review the smile as Renata explained the meaning of what she was drawing. 

It turns out Renata is just a stupid girl who is easy to work with. I'm sure Bagas won't be able to laugh at me anymore. Sena, you will soon see Bagas kneeling in front of you.

"Now that we're home, I've left Sena too long."

Renata followed Derya from behind to the front door, Arriving in the yard, Renata stopped his steps when a bit of a wjaha yes it was a little visible from the rearview mirror of a parked motorbike.

Why didn't Derya tell me my face was like a clown. Does he like it when I'm worse.

Renata tried to remove the paint marks that smeared his cheeks, but nil, the marks could not disappear, instead making Renata's cheeks red and sore.

Tin

The sound of the horn echoed, Renata ran a little towards Derya's car.

In fact, the happiness that had stopped was again dim when Derya did not care about him.

It's okay, at least I escaped the torment of aunt and sister Karin.