Pain(Tings)
Chapter 2: Hidden

Widan Bramantyo Agler, chose to be known as Widan Bramantyo without the title of Agler family embedded in his name. Born to a family that has the ability in the arts, making Widan dabbled in the art world.

The blood of expertise from his father, Zeroun Agler in photography, makes Widan immediately follow in his father's footsteps in the field. In fact, the unsuspecting love story by Widan is his mother—Agata Blinda— is a modeling from Zeroun who when young, just started a photo studio company under the auspices of Agler company which is the main business of the Agler family.

It was enough to talk about the problems of romance of both parents. Currently, Widan is helping Sita Parwati Adirajada in a number of times, to resolve his emotions that have been ignited, he said.

“And, pinjemin me private room lo ya?” Sita's application in an effort to persuade Widan via telephone.

“How to Om Bima or Aunt Prati?”

“Lo also know for yourself, Dan!”

Widan chuckled small. “Yeah, I know if you have any troubleshome.”

“Sok England! Yes, yes?” force Sita, sounding whining.

Widan had to hold back his laughter after listening to the next narration from the only daughter om Bima.

“Just promise, later I will make you shoot dapet permit¹, will not run away again. Seriously!”

“OK, call first ‘Widan whose handsome is not helped, help this helpless weak princess’ come on, chepet! His password,” kelakar Widan.

“Ish, ogah!”

“Ya already, if you don't want to,” said cuek.

Inwardly, Widan began to count down.

Three ... Two ... One ...

“Ck, yes-yes!” Bingo!  “Widan who is handsome is not helped, help this sweet princess yes ... if you don't want to too, I will drag it!”

The tone of voice from Sita, inevitably makes Widan laugh because of it. “Oke-oke, enough. I'll pick you up at the usual place, right?”

“Yes, boy! Ughhh! See you!”

Beeping.

Widan cursed in his heart. That woman is the same. Be sweet when you want. The rest, do not expect any sweetness. Widan alone was used to Sita's unstable attitude.

Now a sweet rich kitten cute, it will be a wild rich lion, amit-amit!

Midan immediately took the key to his motorbike. The streets of Jakarta are too lazy to be spent lingering amid the traffic jam of vehicles and people milling about. At least, by using a motorbike, Widan is more free to overtake, although it must be exposed to sunlight.

Like man not like women.

After his presence at the Adirajada house was welcomed by both Sita's parents, Widan so feel sorry for them. Moreover, he also played a role in helping Sita. After making sure the situation was safe under control, Sita and Widan sneaked out of Adirajada's house with Sita carrying some of her painting equipment in a backpack. For its own canvas, Sita had left it to Widan far away.

“Taste to be my kidnapper!” widan said suddenly.

They stopped at a crossroad. The traffic light is showing its red color.

“Sickness, Jubaedah!” pekik Widan's.

Sita stuck out her tongue, Widan glanced at her from the rearview mirror. “Bodoamate, Juned!”

“So couple J dong?”

Sita bought her eyes. “Ih ... so good! That's mah mau lo!”

Widan only chuckled for a while, as they continued their journey towards the Widan house located in the Kemang area. Unlike Sita which is located in Menteng area, Central Jakarta.

As they walked along Jalan Kemang Raya that looked sparkling, the atmosphere of life impressed.

Sita remained amazed to see it. “And, I still do not think that a comfortable, calm, and cool atmosphere will be obtained in Kemang. Ah, if my family lives here, it must have been a lot of inspiration,” said Sita who saw the area around Kemang that looked shady by the trees.

“Kemang emang so its own pride that is in one of the prestige environment of Jakarta, anyway. It's only natural if you like,” said Widan.

Sita just nodded her head. The downtown never sleep. Sita became even more eager to make paintings with naturalist and realistic shades, sure to be fun!

Because according to Sita, painting is a process of reflection and dialectics between the real world and the world of painting, so as to realize the real meaning of life.

“Hunter, Dan!”

Sita's child-like whimper, made Widan increase the speed of his motor vehicle. Until ten minutes after Sita said so, they had arrived at the courtyard of the Widan house which was dominated by classic carvings of ancient Europe.

Widan's house that Sita used to visit, is almost the same as the state of his house. Not far from the word lonely and only crowded by the housekeepers, aka assistants. As they call it.

“Om Ze same Aunt Agata again job again huh?” guess Sita.

Widan answered with a nod of his head. Sita muttered softly, mocking Widan to be exact.

They climbed the steps to the third floor. There is a private room in one of the many rooms on the third floor. Sita sneak in first to the door that has a note ‘Widan's room’ and will be changed later, so that Sita does not enter arbitrarily. Though already Widan warn to—at least—give him the opportunity to appreciate his privacy a little.

“Basic women with all the Truths,” muttered Widan who is still heard by Sita.

“Gue denger, Dan!” shouted Sita.

Widan grimaced softly. “Iya, New. Forg ...,” joke.

Sita gave a small laugh at the behavior of Widan who was upset by it. Blame it aunt Agata who at that time said, “Way aja own house, do not hesitate, yes?” he said the first time Sita visited the house of Widan which he said had never been visited by a female friend of Widan before.

Widan cursed slowly, along with his intention to shirk. “Gue to the toilet first, be careful, if dateng-dateng, my private room is full of the same cat lo spot,” threatened Widan, seriously.

At that time, because it accidentally closed the paint properly, when Sita was about to go home, the paint spilled. Regarding the floor of the room Widan and that made it durable at that time, because Widan only realized it a week after the incident. Sometimes, Widan becomes traumatized again, if Sita uses her room. Although rarely used.

Sita gave her thumbs up to Widan who was still staring at her doubtfully in the doorway. “Ready!”

In his mind, Sita has designed about her paintings that will carry the theme of Eco Together and one of the categories that Sita chose is ‘Planet Earth Grand Prix’ which two years ago was held by PT Kao Indonesia.

Many unfortunate, the offer to follow the race Sita rejected because the blessing of parents who cannot yet Sita cantongi. Moreover, Sita, who was currently, wanted to vent all the feelings that shook her heart.