Pain(Tings)
Chapter 5: Resolve

“Huaaa, And!! Sakittt ...,” complained Sita.

Widan clucked, but still helped Sita to divide him into the parking lot of the Hadiprana Gallery. After a day the girl terrorized him, to comply with his request last time, now so happy to take an art class that is usually opened every day, Sita complained that her body was sore because it had slipped on the front tile of her class.

It's embarrassing, Sita thought.

Though Widan had once told Sita to take private classes only, even though the Adirajada family did not help Sita in financing private teachers, Sita's savings would not run out despite hiring 10 private art teachers at once. Or once, Widan occasionally proposed, that only Widan who financed the private class, but Sita always rejected it.

“Udahlah, Dan. No need to report again, anyways I'm more comfortable if you join the class together than alone so, boring know, ih!”

In addition to not liking solitude, Sita prefers to mingle with many people, can also help himself to pestered Widan. Actually, the Hadiprana Gallery, is the oldest active gallery in Jakarta. Precisely in Mitra Hadiprana Boutique, ground floor No. 30 Jalan Kemang Raya, South Jakarta.

The highway in the southern part of Jakarta, is indeed a frenzy with community activities. Not to mention the location of the Widan house which is very strategic, close to the Partner Boutique. Sita is also no longer awkward to disturb Widan every day. Another case in the past, when Sita recently knew Widan. Even Widan himself once thought Sita Gago, so difficult to talk to him. Though at that time, Sita was a quiet and calm woman, so Widan's opinion about her first impression on Sita.

As time went on, his thoughts about Sita changed. She was no longer the gagu girl that Widan had met, but a super spoiled girl! Just look at it now, Sita was already sulking at him, because she felt that Widan was about to drop him in the middle of the road.

Really like a child, muttered Widan inwardly.

“Gak, Sita! You misunderstand me! I cu—”

“Long, Widan! Oh, you have to, really! Huaaa ..”

Widan's words were interrupted first by Sita and because of her nature of women, Sita concluded it herself without knowing the true reason of Widan.

Widan's ears are flushed, it feels like he needs to see an ENT doctor right now. Sita and the future of her month are the causes that make her feel frustrated facing Sita Prawira Adirajada at this time. For the problem came the month of Sita known by Widan, it happened yesterday-yesterday.

When Sita was at his house, it happened that at that time, he was feeling abdominal pain which was a symptom before his menstruation. Because it has not brought preparation, inevitably, Widan bought him a blood wrapper—papalut—pada Sita. Not that he did not know the shape or appearance, if only Agata was at home, Widan certainly asked for help from his mother.

“Hiks ... don't think you're really the same with me, Dan!”

Sita's cry was heard again, this time it felt deafening and full of sadness. Widan rubbed his face rough, he deliberately pulled his car near the sidewalk of the road, because Widan was about to give Sita some snacks. But Sita had already concluded it herself and did not give her the opportunity to explain her purpose.

“Tata .. can lo diem first?” lirih Widan, while looking at the stunned Sita.

Sita held her breath as the call sounded. He turned his face away. “Stop calling me by that nickname,”.

Widan sat down with a huff, he was wrong for calling for a forbidden call for Sita to hear. “OK, fine. I'm sorry, seriously, Sit.”

Sita who was reluctant to turn her head also made Widan almost desperate to persuade him. Widan chose to take Sita home. But during that trip as well, Sita actually broke down to talk to him.

“Gue not sure you will follow about—”

“Gue tagged!” pekik Sita's.

His face ripples are back. Sita looked at Widan with her adorable puppy eyes. “Anter if so!” break Sita next to the side.

Mood Sita can change drastically. Relatively short if everything is related to the girl's favorite.

“Lo sure?” ask Widan to doubt.

Sita nodded excessively. “That's so good!” sahutya.

“But lo heck, give me his sudden year. I, right, not ready yet,” complained Sita, expressing her feelings.

Widan grimaced. He was about to grab a poster of the race that was already held by Sita's hand. “Ya already, next time huh?” wheedled.

Sita frowned in annoyance, she looked at Widan cynically. “If you have made that baper girl, you have to take responsibility, Widan!”

Widan blinked his eyes, gawking in wonder. “Ha?”

“That's all I don't understand!” sumpul Sita who returned angry with him while scolding.

Widan smiled wryly, it was difficult to also persuade the woman who was angry, her mind.

“Lo really want to participate in this ‘Art Olympia 2019’ race? Lo's parents, how?”

Sita clucked in annoyance. Widan alluded to the constraints of his dream at an inopportune time. “If you don't want to nganter, yes! I can do it myself!” ketus Sita's.

Widan sighed in an instant, after weighing for a moment, she finally decided to follow Sita's will. “Alright, if there's anything, don't hesitate to story yes?”

Sita nodded enthusiastically. “Ready, carry out, Captain!”

In his heart, Widan continued to hope that this decision would not harm him as well as Sita. Likewise with Sita, she was indeed excited and also felt her adrenaline increase, but for a moment, she wanted to forget on the rope that remembered her. A feeling of fear for his own dreams. Deep down, the puddle of doubt will reach his dream, making Sita feel slumped. Her happiness may have only comforted her for a moment, as there was never any support from her parents.

Although it cannot be denied, that the result if he gets out of his comfort zone, is another heavy thing that Sita must live.