"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.

"It was that time of the month for me, understand? Get up. You are too heavy. "

She responded and ordered him to get off her. Stefan raised his eyebrows. For the first time, he heard about this from her since she came to live with him.

"Why have I just heard about that?"

He made a frowned face while thinking about the month before. She closed the door to keep him away and not allow him to sleep with her for almost a week.

But he was busy during Melissa being trained at the office. So he came home late for so many nights. His father asked him to teach and watched Melissa closely while she was on the job.

So when Wirata did not let him in her room during that time, Stefan secretly thought she might be jealous that he was late at the office with Melissa. But now he knew the real reason. Stefan could not help but feel disappointed that she was not jealous of him after all.

"I don't mind to drive through the red light."

He spoke openly, winking his eyes at her mischievously. Wirata blushed and hit his shoulders with her fist. She pushed him until he was off her and fell to his back beside her. The two were lying together quietly, looking at the ceiling.

"Stefan. "

she called him.

"Huh? What?"

He turned to look at the beautiful face that had already stared at him.

"If you can't bear it, I will allow you to break the rule."

Wirata said. Stefan raised his eyebrows up.

"What rule?" He asked in a puzzled tone.

"Well, the rule that prohibits you from having anyone during our one year contract. While you have me. "

She expanded.

"So kind!". The harsh voice said sarcastically.

"I really mean it."

Wirata said. Deep in her heart, she wanted to try him.

"You are counting down the time every day, huh? Tell me how many months remain? "

The solemn tone asked as if to try her. Turned his face to stare up at the ceiling.

"Around nine months,"

she answered and then went silent. Both of them were lying there quietly and contemplated in their own minds.

"After one year, what are you planning to do next? "

He asked what he was curious to know and ignored about breaking the rule that she was kind to offer.

Stefan saw her thinking. She was a woman with plans so he wanted to know what would be her next move after one year.

"I was thinking of doing many things. I might continue my studies. Or travel around the world. "

she said. In fact, she had not made any plans yet. But the certain thing she was going to do was, to stay far away from him as much as possible.

Wirata felt strange and pain in her stomach and her heart was like being squeezed by giant hands, the visible pain spread up through her heart. She suddenly turned to look at his face. He was still looking up at the ceiling. His handsome face was in thinking mode.

Oh, no!

Wirata exclaimed in her mind.

Was she falling for him?!

She asked herself immediately.

Oh, God! No!

She blinked rapidly when she realized the clear and honest answer from her heart.

Stefan felt the eyes staring at him, so he turned to look. Then he saw her looking at him with her eyes widen and it seemed she did not realize she was staring. Her mind was busy thinking Stefan guesses.

He sprang up to stand.

"Let's go to see Summer. "

he said, giving a hand to help her get up. Wirata woke from her thinking and grabbed his hand. He kissed her so gently on her mouth, Looking into her eyes with his unreadable gaze. Then they walked out of the gallery room.

At this moment, it seemed the two had found some truth from the deepest part of their hearts.