"then why you stop doing painting?". Elijah ask me.
I shrug my shoulder while we are waiting and we are heading to the shop where they are doing shopping. "Actually I don't know. It's just one day, I just don't do it". I said then smirk. "I can't explain why. Maybe I just lose my passion without any reason". I added.
"Ohh. I get it. It just like a random anxiety you feel everyday". He said. I totally agree because that's what I really felt. Anxiety is the worst enemy of mine.
"Yes". I said then bow down. "Are you sure that you won't let me to pay this art materials? I mean this is quite expensive. I will pay you once I get home". I said then raise a little the paper bag I am holding.
I remember something. I know that we will go home late. Maybe can I ask a favor to him. I look at him and he just look at me also.
