MAYANG PUJAKU
The Beginning of the Meeting

On the fifteenth day of March I met him, the most beautiful man with a smile that could make me forget the world. Making a feeling very confident, he is a human who was chosen by God to save all forms of the beauty of the universe on the look of his face.

Aulia Rizkiya at that time she introduced herself, as the chairman of an association of artists. The woman preferred to be called Aulia for whatever reason, but I agreed her name sounded simple and beautiful.

I estimate his height to be about one hundred and sixty centimeters. I think he has the ideal height of women in General not only his face was very seductive and beautiful.

"Control my head, god."

His expertise in the field of art is very much in my opinion, not only painting he is also an expert in the field of literary world literacy, all of his written works are able to convey a sense from him to the readers. She is so great, especially the poems she posts on her YouTube channel.

Lots of poetry uploads on his Youtube channel that at once he read, well he made poetry musical content. His voice is indeed very beautiful to read the verse, even more so when he sings his voice can anesthetize me right then and there.

In addition to paying attention to the advantages that exist, I also find out the shortcomings that exist. As a result I did not find any flaws in Aulia and the word love was blind when it was really felt.

The nature that he possessed was also no less beautiful than being friendly and jovial, he was also very kind to always help other artists who needed his help, 'someone please tell me where the flaws are.'

Ah yes, until I forget, I have not introduced myself so enthusiastically about telling me about him, the woman who once filled my heart with pink. My name is Arez Surya Dilaga, an ordinary man who loves the art world. I like almost all kinds of art, writing, music and even martial arts. Moreover, the art of this one god, Aulia Rizkiya, the most beautiful work of God that is always around me.

I never measured height but when I was in High School I was about one hundred and sixty-eight centimeters tall. And when I joined the artist's society, it was probably about a hundred and seventy centimeters, and I was probably fifty-nine kilograms, I didn't even notice that.

Since I was looking at her, Aulia Rizkiya was the most beautiful woman who was always the center of attention.

At the time of wanting to breathe fresh air that cools, I was around it and felt fresh air that was blown from his breath.

No need to go all the way around the ocean, if his eyes alone represent the beauty of the endless expanse of ocean.

Pampering the eyes by always staring at the beauty of your body, which is more refreshing than the expanse of mountain hills.

The cool look in your eyes also sets, like a cloud that always holds the sun. Gently your voice is like a wind that blows slowly whispers a word that thrills the chest.

******

Until one day, for the first time, I greeted him.

"Sir Aulia, aren't you relaxed?"

Hearing my voice, he stood up and faced his face.

"Well, what's the matter, Rez?"

His voice crept softly until not only did it vibrate the eardrum, my heart also shook. Surely one sweet smile will not forget he slipped on his thin lips. Eyes that glowed like splashes of water in the middle of the reflection of the moon night, very clear eyeballs that I was helpless, just silent without continuing the sentence.

"Arez?"

He knew my name and mentioned it perfectly, with the right tone of intonation also melodious.

"Arez, why?"

"Ah sorry, can you help me correct some punctuation marks in my script? There seems to be some less fitting, but I don't know what to do."

"Emm, I'll help you as much as I can. Show me the script" Aulia said as she slowly approached me.

My beauty called it, I think it's a proper greeting.

He is like an angel out of his nature and mingling, walking freely.

I'm not even a tarub jaka who can only steal nawang wulan shawls.

Is there a way for me to steal just your attention, so that it can continue to be directed at me.

*****

I was amazed at this flawless perfect woman, so thoroughly she examined my work, carefully and intelligently she gave me the solution to all the difficulties I experienced when I wanted to work on a story script.

Not only beautiful and beautiful, she was also smart and careful in correcting the mistakes in my script, so that when checking the results of Aulia's correction all the irregularities in my script felt lost. Apparently there are some words that he changed because of the lack of fitting placement.

"Oh my God, Aulia doesn't need to apologize. I'm just grateful for perfecting the language in my script that's not right."

"You don't mind? You see, there are some words in your script that are not precise, such as placement but and but. Maybe I'll explain it to you sometime."

Hearing his words made me very happy, words that meant to meet more specifically between me and him at a later time. But I hesitated a little about the meaning of his words and asked once again the meaning of Aulia's words.

"What do you mean next time we talk about this?"

"Hem of course, if you are serious about exploring the world of writing again."

Without saying much more of course I want, the woman who I can only look at from a distance took her time to give a little knowledge, even though I know her schedule is very busy.

"Then, Saturday afternoon at seven I wait at the cafe near the intersection of the road ahead there. It just so happened that Saturday morning I had an event nearby," said Aulia arranging our meeting schedule in the middle of her routine.

I just smiled as I nodded, responding to the offer from Aulia. He finally left me who was still silent rigidly, while trying to convince myself that the conversation was not just an illusion created by being alone for too long.

"Basic jones."

*****

At that time the morning felt more beautiful a few percent whatever the cause, but the shadow of Aulia's face, especially the sweet thin smile was always imagined by me. At night when he was about to fall asleep in sleep, Aulia's smile first greeted in daydreams, and when she woke up the shadow of her face was again present.

The special thing yesterday afternoon was excited this morning, it felt like I wanted to spend time today and immediately welcome Saturday afternoon. The time Aulia promised to meet alone. I wish I could just skip today.

Even if tomorrow was the day I was waiting for but today will still be as special, because it turns out that of the many people gathered in this community Aulia knows my name. A little proud of myself is okay, I consider it as motivation.

At seventy-thirty in the morning I arrived at the hall where the campus artists often used to gather. The atmosphere is still very quiet yet there are no signs of life in this place.

I looked around the place there were some canvas already attached to the wooden buffer of the painting, some canvas already had rough sketches looking like the face of someone who had not yet finished. It gave me inspiration at that time to draw someone's face, do not ask who of course the main character in my life at that time Aulia.

I paint your eyes like a well decorated with the reflection of the moon in the middle of the night. Calm and soothing.

Carve your lips as thin as a crescent moon that curves beautifully, glows and makes me forget the world.

But clearly, a canvas will not be worthy of a beautiful face sketch. Your beautiful face can only be depicted in the soul.

The shade of your face can only be described with the beauty of the sea that is soothing. Painting your face with diction only

*****

"Ekhem ... cie whose face is it?"

"Aulia," I replied with eyes still staring at the canvas at the time without knowing who was asking.

"Me?" he said, and as I turned back it turned out that person was Aulia, the figure I had just painted on the canvas. Don't ask me again, I was really surprised.

"Aa-aulia? Since when are you there?" I stammered in surprise. I never thought Aulia was in the hall room, because I knew Aulia every Friday often held writing classes for budding writers.

"Emm since you drew the eye on that canvas I've been right behind you."

Silence happened for a while then, I really didn't expect something like this to happen, a scene that I used to only watch in the morning ftv, now actually happened to me.

"Isn't Aulia not a writing class? It's friday, isn't it?"

"Haha, already, Rez, you don't have to be stiff so why panic so much? And one more thing, don't call me your brother is older than me, instead I should call you brother!" aulia said while slightly laughing at me.

"Haha, it's also true that I should be the one called brother. But it's a formality because you're a senior here." I said, laughing at myself.

"Yes but right .. yes it's okay anyway it's natural like that, so it can be more mutual respect."

"Where would I call your name?"

"Of course it makes me more comfortable talking to you."