Saturday, 16 August 2025

"Is it obvious that I want a house?"
"What do you mean?", he replied.
"Look at this...", she opened her insta account to show the recent artworks that she made. She also opened her gallery on her iPad adding her point.
"I mean, seems like it has been painted in my subconsciousness that all I can dream of is a house," she added.

He remained silence, surely still listening and has his own words, but he choose to keep it.
She sighted and leaned towards her chair, still swiping her owns creation on the iPad.
"Couldn't you think about something else these days?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to, but sometimes when it comes to artwork, you just can't resist your own imagination right?"
He nodded.

"These days, I think about myself more often. It's not as heavy as it was, 'cause I also realize I can set it loose some parts of the past that adding the burden. But sometimes, all I can think of when I'm alone is only building a house, a home to be exact. I want to have my company, raise a child, a beautiful one. I want to build a nice house, design my own interior."


Jakarta, Sat 16 Aug 8.53