Page 12 - Our horror story

FRIEND PRICE

"No matter how good your drawing skills are, your coloring technique, if not appreciated, is tantamount to

lying."

Emil closed the sheet from the book he was reading, his eyes closed slowly and opened it again. It seemed like

the words from the book's quote were avoiding the eighteen-year-old girl.

The walls of his room were filled with pictures and excerpts of books he read. The look on his face was so

serious when he started drawing orders from his best friend. His hands moved nimbly on the white canvas.

"Mil, you're good at art, aren't you? Can you picture my face, right?"

"Can. But it's not free," he replied.

"How many?"

"If the full body image is twenty thousand, half the body is fifteen thousand. All with a frame of forty

thousand." Linlin put food in her mouth.

The atmosphere around the canteen was so strong there were only a few students who were still here.

"Buset! Very expensive," azima protested, "just a picture of doang', right? How can it be expensive, anyway?"

"Yes, how about it again." Emil sipped his orange juice.

"If I don't have a price, how can I eat? My job is just drawing. If you don't want to be drawn, look for something

else!"

"Dih! How come you sewot the same as me anyway, Mil? I want to, but it's the price of a friend, right? The

picture is just my face half a body. Are we friends?"

Actually Emil could have turned down an offer from azima, if only he did not remember that his friend could

not possibly want to draw. Being a bad person like this. when you want to nolak but kasian so let it go. Emil

nodded slowly then stepped to the cashier to pay for his food.

Azima just sent a photo that she thought was beautiful at nine o'clock last night, she also made her picture

request should be as good as possible, at least the frame has blinks and must be completed tonight as well.

"Hufffhh!" Emil wiped out the sweat that poured heavily.

"At least the picture is finished later."

"What do you mean! A picture of my face like this? What do you have a problem with anyway?" Azima

slammed the image given by Linlin.

"Why are you so angry? It's been as you want, the picture has been so, the frame I've given it too." Emil

repaired her hijab.

"Ta--but it's not like gini either! Bodo, ah!" Azima's feet trample on her face painting with emotion until the

painting is shapeless. Then throw it in the trash can. After being satisfied he left without a word.