Painting OrchidsGradually afternoon evening at Kuta beach."Santi, was evening, let's go back to the inn." Said Papa."Look, Aunt Louise was first into the car." Added Papa Mama on the back."Yes .., yes .., Pa. briefly ... Santi would print the sand once again. May Pa. .. yes? "Whined Santi. "Pa! Papa, "cried Jane when she saw Daddy and Mama followed Tante Louise.Arriving at the inn, Santi's face was still sullen. Santi still want to linger on the beach. Last year Jane Sprott sand play together, her younger sister. But now Sprott has left forever since Santi ill."Our visit to the market's Sukawati Pa. Mama would like to buy some paintings. "Mama Papa sat next to the middle of watching TV."Mama was a lot of painting, would be placed where else?" Papa's hands busy selecting TV programs."In the room there are no paintings Santi, Santi is not it?" She turned toward Santi. "The front porch also want you to put the painting." Continued Mama after seeing Santi did not answer."Santi does not need painting." Santi said suddenly, and without another word, she entered the room."What a sweet child?" Tante Louise closed the magazine. "That was a promise already loh, not be angry anymore .., not to be spoiled again. What is it dear? "Repeated Aunt Louise with caution."Nothing. Santi want to sleep! ""Ooh ..., just want to sleep, it would've just slept at Auntie what Mama?""Just Auntie!""Dech Okay, good night. Yes a nice dream, do not forget to pray. 've Said goodbye at Mama Papa? "Santi did not answer. He threw his body down pillows.
Morning after breakfast, Santi and his family prepared to go to market Sukawati.Suddenly Papa deer car breaking down. While waiting for the car repaired, Santi stroll around the inn with Tante Louise. At the front gate of the inn, apparently a lot of traders gathered. They immediately attacked when I saw Santi and Tante Louise."Ibuk, Buk pathungnya buy cheap ... Cheap-only, yes Buuk unthuk loss leader ..""Buy a sarong panthainya yes Thud. This color is sweet. Cheap .. ""Clothes barongnya Buk. Ya that good. There is a long shirt, too ... "Why, all merchants offering wares."Buy a painting yaa ...?" Said the little girl, Santi's age."Um ...." Santi just mumbled. Tante Louise sought but was far away."Good, good. It may be seen-see ... "her bony hand thrust toward Santi paintings. "I own a painting." Added the little girl proudly."Oh yes?" Santi could not hide his admiration for the paintings he was holding.***
Santi was sitting in the middle seat with Tante Louise. Mama was sitting in front of Papa accompany. Car deer had arrived at the port of Gilimanuk. All out of the car and then headed for the passenger ship. Santi chose a seat near the window. He was face to an island, more and more distant. And when the ship began to pull at the port ketapan, hanyat felt was nothing in his eyes that round.The car kept going to leave the harbor ketapang."How quiet San aja, tired yes. Almost there. "Papa said when it stopped to refuel."What time is up in Malang Pa?" Santi sleepy yawn."About five o'clock this afternoon we are already at home." Papa said."Bener Pa?" Santi can not wait.And, when the car entered the yard, Santi ran into the house. In his hand was brown paper package. Santi took off her shoes and her pink jacket. After washing the feet and hands, he locked the room from inside.Santi increasingly impatient unwrap. Apparently a handwritten letter.
To my new best friend is sweet, Santi Diah Jewels.Santi, glad to meet you. Unfortunately we only briefly met ya. You must be immediately returned to Malang. When you read this letter, maybe I'm still selling. And the next day I started school after the long holiday. Typically, home from school I continued to paint.Santi, since Mr. meningga, l I diligently help you. ... My mother, you remember a mother who sells clothes barong? She was my mother, Santi. My mother sold clothes barong property of others. Later she would get a wage.Santi, I still remember how you were surprised when I say I own this painting. Yeah Santi, from childhood I was good at painting. Father was a painter. My father also taught me to paint. Santi Oh yes, thank you already bought my paintings. And this I give a white orchid flower paintings, as a sign of our friendship. Please framed itself yaa ...Finish reading this letter, quickly replied yes. I can not wait for your letter and do not forget to include your photo along with your brother, the late Sprott. I can not wait to see his picture, which you say is very similar to me.Santi had already ... yes.Your new best friend(Putu Eka Cahyani)
Santi deep breath. His hands folded and his eyes fixed on the paper out the window.When his eyes white flowers in hanging pots, suddenly there was cool in his heart. And now Santi eyes filled with tears visible. White orchids beyond that, as beautiful as a painting in his hand.Even the same form of flowers and leaves ....
Morning after breakfast, Santi and his family prepared to go to market Sukawati.Suddenly Papa deer car breaking down. While waiting for the car repaired, Santi stroll around the inn with Tante Louise. At the front gate of the inn, apparently a lot of traders gathered. They immediately attacked when I saw Santi and Tante Louise."Ibuk, Buk pathungnya buy cheap ... Cheap-only, yes Buuk unthuk loss leader ..""Buy a sarong panthainya yes Thud. This color is sweet. Cheap .. ""Clothes barongnya Buk. Ya that good. There is a long shirt, too ... "Why, all merchants offering wares."Buy a painting yaa ...?" Said the little girl, Santi's age."Um ...." Santi just mumbled. Tante Louise sought but was far away."Good, good. It may be seen-see ... "her bony hand thrust toward Santi paintings. "I own a painting." Added the little girl proudly."Oh yes?" Santi could not hide his admiration for the paintings he was holding.***
Santi was sitting in the middle seat with Tante Louise. Mama was sitting in front of Papa accompany. Car deer had arrived at the port of Gilimanuk. All out of the car and then headed for the passenger ship. Santi chose a seat near the window. He was face to an island, more and more distant. And when the ship began to pull at the port ketapan, hanyat felt was nothing in his eyes that round.The car kept going to leave the harbor ketapang."How quiet San aja, tired yes. Almost there. "Papa said when it stopped to refuel."What time is up in Malang Pa?" Santi sleepy yawn."About five o'clock this afternoon we are already at home." Papa said."Bener Pa?" Santi can not wait.And, when the car entered the yard, Santi ran into the house. In his hand was brown paper package. Santi took off her shoes and her pink jacket. After washing the feet and hands, he locked the room from inside.Santi increasingly impatient unwrap. Apparently a handwritten letter.
To my new best friend is sweet, Santi Diah Jewels.Santi, glad to meet you. Unfortunately we only briefly met ya. You must be immediately returned to Malang. When you read this letter, maybe I'm still selling. And the next day I started school after the long holiday. Typically, home from school I continued to paint.Santi, since Mr. meningga, l I diligently help you. ... My mother, you remember a mother who sells clothes barong? She was my mother, Santi. My mother sold clothes barong property of others. Later she would get a wage.Santi, I still remember how you were surprised when I say I own this painting. Yeah Santi, from childhood I was good at painting. Father was a painter. My father also taught me to paint. Santi Oh yes, thank you already bought my paintings. And this I give a white orchid flower paintings, as a sign of our friendship. Please framed itself yaa ...Finish reading this letter, quickly replied yes. I can not wait for your letter and do not forget to include your photo along with your brother, the late Sprott. I can not wait to see his picture, which you say is very similar to me.Santi had already ... yes.Your new best friend(Putu Eka Cahyani)
Santi deep breath. His hands folded and his eyes fixed on the paper out the window.When his eyes white flowers in hanging pots, suddenly there was cool in his heart. And now Santi eyes filled with tears visible. White orchids beyond that, as beautiful as a painting in his hand.Even the same form of flowers and leaves ....
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