A father took his daughter for a walk in a family park. There they saw a phenomenon in the sky that the little girl had never seen before.
"Daddy, daddy, what is that?"
"That's a rainbow."
"Rainbow? Why do they have so many colors?"
"Try to count how many colors are there?"
"One… two… three… five… six… seven..." she paused for a moment, "... ten."
The father laughed and encouraged the girl to try to count them again.
Then the next scene was the child confronting a man whose appearance was much frightening. The man was in a state of anger and emotion... waving a hand moved downwards towards her face.
NO!!
Cathy immediately woke up with a hasty breath. One hand touched her forehead, which was shedding cold sweat, while the other gripped her chest, which felt tight.
Cathy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, which failed.
After making sure that her three siblings were still sound asleep, Cathy got out of her bed and strolled out of her room.
Cathy walked out the back door to the garden yard that was located behind her house without even stopping her steps.
As she walked, her right hand continued to hold onto her chest, while the other hand covered her mouth... preventing her sobs from making a sound. Meanwhile, tears had flowed endlessly from her eyes.
Cathy did not care about her feet getting dirty or sore when she left the house without wearing slippers.
It was still dark, and the sun had not shown any signs of rising. So it was certain, all residents who live in this house were still sound asleep. Because of that, she could walk freely without fear of being seen by anyone.
After she had walked far enough, she hid behind a large tree and squatted there. It was then that Cathy opened her mouth and cried as loud as she could while beating her aching chest.
***
There were many visitors who come to the V collection gallery that day. More precisely, more new young high schooler girl visitors showed up out of nowhere.
Usually, only old age or the ones who appreciate art came to visit, while the younger ones seldom take an interest in coming to the gallery.
But this time, many young girls came causing the gallery packed with high schoolers. They even didn't come to see V's work, but only to please their eyes.
A very handsome young man with a slightly Asian face mix with Canadian blood, which girl who doesn't want to take a look?
Gallery V collection was known for having minimal employees. They only consisted of Frank, the keeper and right-hand man of the V collection owner, along with two other employees, who worked to clean the room in the building.
The two employees were completely insignificant and just looked like a household servant in general. Meanwhile, Frank was the most friendly and patient person in dealing with the thousands of visitors' questions.
Frank's face wasn't handsome, but not bad either. Every time he spoke, his interlocutors always felt comfortable and did not feel bored hearing his explanation of V's works.
Frank explained in great detail that makes everyone suspect that he is V. After knowing Frank's figure in the long run, they were sure that Frank was not that mysterious V.
But a few days ago, a new employee worked to accompany Frank. A very handsome and charming black-haired man.
The news about handsome part-time workers at the V collection gallery spreads like wildfire, and the number of young girl visitors was increasing each day.
Unfortunately, this new operator never left the large reception desk. He did not serve visitors or smile friendly as Frank did.
If anyone asked him, this young man answered he knew nothing and asked Frank to take over. This carefree and silent-cold type was what attracts girls strongly. They thought the young man's attitude was very charming with his coldness and nonchalant demeanor.
Frank, who saw that his partner didn't care about the visitors, could only shake his head in resignation.
After he finished handing out the flyers to the new arrivals, Frank entered behind the large table through a small wooden door that connected the corner of the table to the wall.
His colleague is busy looking at something through his laptop.
"If you don't intend to help me, why do you come here every day?"
"Just pretend I don't even exist," came the indifferent answer.
"But I can still see you."
"You know I'm not very good at talking to them."
"That is not what I mean." Frank sighed in resignation. "A lot of high school kids, girls to be precise, come just to see your face. At least give them fan-service?"
Vincent turned to his best friend in annoyance before finally returning to his laptop.
Vincent came to his gallery every day to make sure of something. Vincent had never done this before, which was why Frank was perplexed about his unusual coming to this gallery.
Even Vincent himself felt confused as to why he was willing to come to his gallery just to see that girl.
He avoided coming to his gallery so that no one would find out that he worked at the V collection gallery. Not to mention, he was the owner.
It had been days since he came here but no sign about the girl's arrival. Only, his guts told him the tigress already noticed his frequent visit.
Speak of the devil, the tigress arrived and exclaimed in a loud voice. "I couldn't believe it. Is that really you? I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes."
"Hi, Fel. Why are you here all of a sudden?"
"Oh, now you're his man?" Felicia answered Frank with a question, earning a giggle from the man.
Felicia strolled over to Frank.
"What's wrong with him?"
Frank answered by shrugging his shoulders.
"On the first day, he looked fine. Then he became more gloomy... no. He looks scary." Frank whispered the last words in Felicia's ear. "But, how did you know Vincent was here?"
Felicia didn't voice her answer; instead, she showed a photo on her smartphone.
What did Felicia show Frank in her smartphone?