Pain(Tings)
Chapter 10: Dissapointed

Sita shook her head, she stared intently at her interlocutor. “Gak! I disagree anyway!” rejecting raw.

The interlocutor Sita hissed irritatedly. Genes from om Bima, really dominant to Sita. He snatched Sita's phone and put it on the table—parallel to some empty plates of their snack marks—and let the phone keep ringing, as there was an incoming call from the person they were talking about.

Sita tried to get her phone. However, it is always prevented. “La! Lo what the hell! Who knows it's important to know!” his nag.

Trella just pressed her shoulders. He folded his hands in front of his chest. “Makanya, quickly lasin what we discussed earlier, Sitaaa!” said gomasy.

Sita clucked, she flicked her lips. Even in a few seconds, she smiled. Trella pretended not to see him busy on Sita's phone.

“Ck! Yes, herein!”

“Don't pout it dong, Ta.” Trella menjwil as shiny as both cheeks Sita filled.

“Do not babble mulu, cepetin balikin his phone!” tell Sita impatiently.

Trella hands Sita's phone to the owner, but immediately pulls it back to keep her out of Sita's reach.

“Ish, Trella! Don't be like that!” whinek Sita while prying.

Instead of feeling afraid because of being given a sharp plot by Sita, Trella instead ngakak while holding her stomach. “Duh, your face is very red anyway,” he said.

Sita throws her lips and forcibly snatches her phone. A smile on his face. He did not realize that Trella was secretly paying attention to him in detail, especially when Sita's face was suddenly red and her own smile while looking at her phone.

Trella could not help but feel his curiosity towards Sita, he slightly inched and bent his head. Making sure that Sita really did the plan that she had given. Until, a loud deham, heard by the two girls.

They looked at the source of the voice and put on different looks. Trella with a gasp face and Sita who was beaming, although covered by a look of annoyance.

“Ngapain lo here anyway!” exclaim Sita, fierce.

The person he scolded was just raising his shoulders indifferently. Then sit next to Sita and open a jar filled with sweet snacks.

Trella could only hiss slowly, while Sita's heart started to rumble violently because the person she was scolding earlier, ate her sweet snack. Like women in general, Sita also refrained from asking— - despite curious— - with the taste of her homemade snacks.

“Eh, Dan, dong review the pastry that you again eat it,” Trella chirps that suddenly make Sita swerve sharply at him.

Under the table, Sita's feet kicked Trella's legs, as a signal to keep her cousin quiet.

Trella who got the question smiled awkwardly. “Nggg...” He glanced at Sita who had snatched at him. “Lo can ask Sita. I... there is need outside nih.”

Trella got up from her seat and approached Sita. “Go home first yes, greetings to Om same Aunt, okay?” He kissed Sita's cheek at a glance.

Sita blinked her eyes. Then turned to Widan after exhaling his breath violently. “Where do you know that Trella is good at making cakes?”

“Well, all of our school friends also certainly know the same T'Barkery, right? The cake there is delicious,” said Widan.

“Ah, so yes ...”

Sita's voice sounded lethargic, then Widan closed the jar and glanced at Sita who had a sour face. “Why lo?”

Sita shook her head. For some reason, the praise that Widan gave Trella made him silenced and caused an uncomfortable feeling. According to him, Widan was not so close to Trella, but after hearing that Widan found out about Trella's cleverness in making cakes, Sita felt jealousy.

Not to mention, his friends are proud because Trella who incidentally comes from a high-ranking person and still young, but has been able to develop a business from his small hobby. Not to mention Trella's character is story and supple, making it a fun person. But unfortunately, among the many advantages that Trella has, he still holds the status of singles compared to Sita who had several relationships. Of course, there are already many adam people who are fighting to get Trella.

Sita snorted as her self-confidence decreased only because of her best friend and cousin. “Then I'm not okay before anyway,” murmured. Sita walked towards her private room and left Widan who was on the balcony of her room.

After making preparations, Sita sat in front of a plain canvas and prepared to paint a few lines until finally formed a picture of a boy who was bare-chested by just holding a banana leaf midrib so as not to rain. Although only using banana leaf midribs, the child does not appear cold and has an optimistic gaze.

Sita is very fond of paintings that are dominated by naturalist schools, not too similar to her brother, Adya. He preferred abstract painting to naturalism. Sita closed her eyes for a moment. His emotions improved after he finished painting.

“Ehm ..”

The faint sound made him turn to the side. Sita found Widan who stood not far from the painting he finished making. His forehead was surging, with one hand resting on his face, Widan looked solemn as she observed the newly completed painting.

Although not an accomplished art lover, nor a professional art collector, Widan is often stunned by every painting made by Sita. When he looked at her, Widan felt all his feelings and thoughts as if being drawn by the painting.

There is a process of reflection and dialectics between the real world and the world of painting, so as to awaken it to the true meaning of life. What's more, Sita tends to create naturalist paintings that make her seem simple but contain meaning that makes her aware.

“Gue is not a reliable critic, but in my opinion, the painting you make is .. illustrating that banana leaves reflect our lives that should be beneficial to everyone. Just like a banana tree whose entire parts are useful, such as bananas, leaves, to the weakening,” commented Widan.

Sita gasped as Widan looked at her. He seemed to be able to read Sita's mind only. “And I.. always like,” said Widan without taking his eyes off Sita.