Chapter 119 - My girl (4) (1/2)
”Wow! So beautiful!” She exclaimed with excitement.
Wirata walked to see closer. At the corner of each painting had the artist's signature.
S.F.M.C
She frowned and gasped before turning her face to look at the person standing behind her.
”Don't tell me that you have painted all these!!!...
Wirata said with an unbelieved voice. Stefan pretended to be frowning, pulled her to hug loosely.
”Why? Do you think a man like me doesn't have a heart for arts?”
Stefan asked. But he already guessed her reaction already so he was not surprised.
”No, I don't mean that. I am just surprised that you can paint so beautifully and professionally like this. I haven't seen any of your paintings in the penthouse.”
She responded with her soft voice. Stefan bent down to kiss on her cheek gently.
”I like drawing and painting. All these paintings were from a long time ago since my high school days. ”
”You are very good at it. Every picture looks wonderful. Why haven't you continued to draw? ”
Wirata asked. Looking at his handsome face that glanced at his own paintings. She reached up to used her finger to draw on his forehead and smiled broadly.
”I easily get bored. It depends on the mood. And since I started to work after I came back from England. I didn't have time. Also, don't feel like to paint or draw anything.
He replied.
Wirata understood and knew that he was the man who got bored easily. As the rumors had it, that he only slept with a woman once and never cared to look back. That how fast and easily getting bored he was! Wirata sighed quietly.
”It's a pity. They are very beautiful. You have got talent.”
She said to him with her sincerity.
Why was God so biased? Giving everything to this man plenty. The great appearance, prosperity, great mother, great life and a talent that he did not need.
If this blessing fell onto a poor young boy and let him use it as a career to earn a living. That would be better.
Stefan used his finger to lift her chin up. They looked into each other's eyes.
”Someday I'll draw you.”
Said the dashing voice. He was in a good mood.
”But I have to wait for the right mood first.”
He continued. An artist must wait for the right mood and feelings in order to draw. And now Wirata saw his sharp blue eyes were sparkling in a cunning way. His handsome face bent down to hers.
”But now my other mood has arisen.”
He whispered into her ears. Wirata made big eyes pushing his chest immediately because she could guess which mood had arisen!
He did not let her push him off but dragged her down onto the floor. The soft carpet was underneath them.
”Hey! Don't be crazy, Stefan. This is your mother's house and it's broad daylight as well.”
Wirata protested. Her beautiful was red with the embarrassment of thinking about what he wanted to do. She's afraid that anyone would hear them. And what if his mother came up here?
”Nobody would come in here without my permission. This room isn't allowed for anyone to enter apart from mother, father, and Sam. ”
The stubborn man never listened. He wrestled until she went soft and let him kiss her until he was satisfied. But she did not allow him to take her clothes off.
”Wine ... Don't be stubborn to me, please.”
He made a soft tone to ask when she refused.
”It's You who are stubborn, not me. Please be more considerate to think about the time and the place.”
She lectured him with her daggered eyes.
”What's wrong with me wanting to make love with my girl?”
He asked the familiar question.
Wirata paused to think for a second.
”Because I'm not ready.”
”Why?”
He frowned immediately. Wirata sighed.