Yolanda was with them still talking to each other. They also did not forget to make jokes to Yolanda. Not long after that, Yolanda decided to go home. After saying goodbye to them, at that time also immediately left. The Yolanda family's house is indeed a little far from their shop location. At that moment Yolanda felt that this tiring day had ended happily. Unlike before, there were things Yolanda had not done for a long time. It's a shame that until now it never materialized. Once upon a time right on a beach, at sunset. Yolanda stood on the steps looking at the beautiful scenery but behind it all her heart was broken. Since then Yolanda has not been interested in love at all . Even though everyone said it was fun, Yolanda never felt interested again. Previously, when the conversation was still going on, they kept teasing Yolanda as if they really wanted to make fun of her. That's why Yolanda decided to just go home. Arriving at home, Yolanda immediately entered her room and then turned on the light in her room. The appearance of the room which is neat and also looks beautiful full of cute knick-knacks makes Yolanda feel happy to be in this room. Not long after that, Yolanda immediately fell asleep because she was tired from doing her previous activities. Meanwhile, I am still awake because I have to work on my painting for the umpteenth time. Previously I felt that there were some strange things that I felt and seemed to take me into a circle that I never understood. Now that I'm painting something that's no different from what 's happened to me recently, I feel empty but also confused. Unlike the painting I sold, I'm currently making a work that is slightly darker than the previous one and I think this is a clear picture of myself as I feel right now. Every time I want to make something, something always happens. I feel like it's a drag. When I decided to meet Yuko, at that moment I found something that became my current inspiration. Yuko once told me some really painful and strange things when that person said everything related to it as if it was very painful. However, Moi couldn't understand what Yuko felt at all . It's as if I just listen to a podcast and it doesn't have any influence that can move my heart. At that time I again questioned myself and it was useless. Until finally I poured my head into the painting I made at this time. It feels like the only way for me.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," said someone who then entered my room.
“I must do well. That is my responsibility now.”
“Even so, if you continue to force yourself to work too hard it will only cause you pain. Naturally. I understand how you feel. That pressure must be bothering you a lot.”
"But auntie, why are you still not sleeping?"
"What?"
"Shouldn't the aunt be sleeping at this hour?"
"Ah, it's because I can't sleep."
"Is it true?"
"Yes."
"Actually I don't understand why other people always feel the most pain."
"What do you mean?"
"Are they really like that?"
"I think they just want to show how they feel."
"What for?"
“Maybe they have other reasons why they want to show it. It could be because you can't hold it anymore or you just want recognition from other people.”
"Really?"
"Most humans are like that."
" Does holding an exhibition also include wanting recognition from others?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"So that's true huh?"
"Hah?"
“All humans are the same. Those words have been clearly proven.”
“If you doubt your abilities and don't want to show it, you'd better think again clearly. You'll only regret it if you ignore it."
“I think I will really regret it if I miss that golden opportunity. so , no need to worry.
Even though I don't really want to argue with this person, I don't think I 'll ever find an answer that's right for me. I don't know why it always feels like I'm in the corner and in the end it's only me who loses. Aunt's words are not wrong but also not right. I guess I better not ask the aunt anything else. Whatever I've done so far has never been praised. Even when I won the competition they didn't say anything to me as if nothing happened. That's why when hearing the word confession from other people it sounds really ridiculous. If you are aware, you should know what to do. After I did this painting, it wasn't long before I sighed and then left. I'd love to see the freedom that people have been talking about and it looks like it would be something interesting if I used it as a reference. However, again I was always limited. Grandma had prepared everything and even I had to make a lot of paintings in one day. I feel like I'm going to throw up and my hands are so sore. It was getting late and that's when I immediately decided to go to sleep. Until the next day, when the sun had started to rise and the alarm had already sounded. That's when I woke up.
"It's already morning," I muttered as I got out of bed.
After arriving at the bus stop, I started waiting for the bus. Not long after the bus came and I immediately got on it. The trip this time was fairly quick and it didn't feel like it had arrived again. I walked from here and then headed inside the classroom. There were already a lot of people inside by now and when I came they immediately glanced at me. My eyes felt so strange when they glanced at me simultaneously. At that moment I heard someone's voice that kept whispering as if he was talking about someone. Not long after that I immediately sat down in my place and then class almost started. The atmosphere here now feels quiet and peaceful because everyone is focused on doing the task. Meanwhile, there was a student who said some things that had absolutely nothing to do with today's assignment material to the point of confusing the others. The person seemed to deliberately ask that with a specific purpose. I can already guess that that's what happened. Several other students glanced at the person and after that resumed their activities. I'm almost done and it looks like I only have a few more minutes to run out of time. It was then that everyone started to panic.
'Finally done,' I muttered to myself.
When the art class started, at that time I brought some painting equipment that I brought from home. We all immediately entered the art room and not long after the teacher gave us the task of making a painting with the theme of the dark ages. Right then and there I had thought about it and then started painting. Yuko, who was still thinking, could clearly see that she was having a hard time with this theme. Yuko opened an internet page and soon found several references that Yuko would use. Several other friends have also been able to guess this possibility is related to the dark history of that time in Europe. I already know what this is going to be like. I'm currently still painting it and it doesn't feel like it's almost finished. Maybe they still have to think or make a painting like what . In my mind only crossed one thing only. Black Death. That's what went through my head and I described it as it appears in several sources. Seeing some other friends, they also seem to have almost finished. Master then saw my work and after that his face looked surprised while praising me. At first I was surprised but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Everyone clapped as if something amazing had happened and I was happy right away.
"Yes. It's not surprising. You are always great, Anne," said another friend.
After this class was over, everyone immediately left the room including me and Yuko. At that time Yuko continued to praise me and I felt embarrassed. They praised too much so I felt very uncomfortable but slowly I also got used to it. We both will now go to the cafeteria. When we arrived at the place, there were already many people lining up for lunch. Yuko looked around and herself seemed to feel strange about the atmosphere here. At that moment I was amazed at Yuko and not long after it was our turn to have lunch.
“Hey Yuko, is something bothering you?” I asked Yuko.
“Ah, it seems like I haven't seen a sight like this in a long time.”
"Hah?"
"Maybe because before I was hospitalized for so long that I forgot about this kind of atmosphere."
“Ah, maybe. How about we sit there?” I said, pointing to the table in the middle.
"Okay."
"Oh yeah, I wonder where Yolanda is. Usually that person always comes earlier but now there isn't.”
"That is true. I haven't seen that person since. even though everyone in his class had left the class.”
"Very weird. Did that person skip?”
"Who knows."