My eyes are exploring the room, looking for a man that decided to take a different direction since we're entering this huge room. He is talking with an old man dressed like a cowboy. They are talking like an old friend and sometimes giggling like a child. After a few minutes of waiting for him to finish the conversation, he finally walked closer to me that is standing beside the painting.
"Prepare yourself, it's going to surprise you," I tell him with enthusiasm before showing him the painting.
"Wait, it is 2020 and the card says the same number. I know it tells us the year of the painting is made but as far I know the number of the road isn't 2020." he points out the description card under the work.
"Is it possible that the card not trying to talk about the cafe but... the painting?"
We talk a little about the painting and now I run out of time because I need to back home before thirty minutes. We decided to go back tomorrow and meet the painter if it's possible.
"I'm so sorry but I need to come back home soon."
"It's okay, thanks for helping me today. Give me your number." he gives his phone to me.
"Diajeng Belungkang, my name. What's yours?"
"Arga, Margana Lelana Brata. Such a good name of yours by the way."
"Thanks. Here is my number. Unfortunately, you can't call me anytime. Just leave me a message, I'll read it soon when I check my phone." Just a second later I can hear a ring on my phone, certainly from a man in front of me.
"Okay. Now you can call me anytime. See you tomorrow." He waved at me before walking away, leaving me alone.
