"Sindy?" As i called out her name. She never failed to amused me with her art skills.
"Yo Caleb, what's up?" As i stared at her painting. It is weird.
"Your art skill never fails to amuse me but this… is not what i expect you to do." She smiled and look back at her painting.
"Unpredictable right?" She said and i nod.
"Like me, i'm unpredictable." She said low enough for me to hear.
"How are you sure you're unpredictable like this painting?" I asked curiously.
"Everybody said i'm a soft hearted person, i can't fake my emotions but they can never read my mind. I may fake it but it maybe something else they don't understand." My head creased at her statement.
"What do you mean? I don't understand you."
"Look at the stroke of the painting, Caleb. Do you see something?" She asked.
"No, i see nothing but just a weird canvas." I stated.
"You see, you say a weird canvas but there's a lot of meaning," she stopped and pointed the paint brush and stroke a yellow paint into the remaining blank space, "This painting shows the life of a person, how they say she is easily predicted but they never know how unpredictable she can be."
"I painted this to see how you react, and i am right. Super different from the paintings i have done but this," she looked at me, "is different from the others. This shows the real me, Caleb. This painting is me." And she smiled, leaving me stunned by her sudden smile.
"I'm unpredictable."
And that's how the story goes, after she said that, after leaving the unpredictable painting, after leaving me stunned…
She never showed up.
Well, i guess i can never predict what will happen.
Like her, i can never predict her and her painting. I can never understand the meaning, leaving me thinking deeply for her words.
She is right, she's unpredictable.
