Kapitel 8: 7
They walked back to the campus silently. "What happened?" some of Brandon's fellow research friends, all looking like nerds approached him asking as we reached the main block near the office. He looked at me and I looked away. We walked towards the staff dorm, for him to change. He was the only person looking cool among his fellow researchers. She waited outside while he came back after changing. "You lived here long?"
"No, I moved here when my mother died. I didn't want to be home alone." He said casually.
"Oh! Sorry." Dariya said feeling awkward to have brought up the topic.
"No, no, it's fine." He said. Dariya's phone rang as they were walking to her department. To her surprise it was Mary. She picked up the phone a bit scared. "Congratulations," Mary said instead. "Come to my shop right now, someone has come asking for you. They wish to meet you in person." "What?" Dariya asked back. Lu Han got scared seeing her. Mary repeated everything in detail. "Like right now. I should come there right now?" she asked. Dariya hung up the phone and looked at Lu Han her eyes glistening with tears. "Can you drive? Do you have a car or bike?" she asked. "Car. Yes." He replied. "Let's go." Brandon for the first time saw the excited Dariya from the usual lone her. He wondered what actually she is.
Brandon drove her over to Mary's place and dropped her down. "Come." She called him. He parked the car and went in with her. "My family will kill me when they find this out." She said as they walked down. "Why are you doing this then?" he asked. "How can I give up on my dreams and let my life be wasted?" she asked him back. "Are you sure?" Brandon asked her and she nodded. Mary seemed to have been waiting. Near her sat an elegant looking man and woman. Both must in their early forties. She recognized them easily. Art museum director and his wife. She looked at Brandon and he looked clueless, clearly written on his face. Dariya stood near Mary and shook hands with the couple while he walked around big shop going through each shelf and ended up in her's. he looked at them as if he had seen a mythical creature in surprise. The name written on the shelf was Dariya's. 'she made them' his eyes opened wide. The beautiful scenery painted on the pots and vases. Like it told a tale. The night sky, the wild, the ancient rituals, the meadows, and the same couples in all of them. He was reminded of the Grecian Urn Keats has described in his Ode. Brandon touched them slowly. He could hear the conversation well. "So honored meet, sir, ma'am," Dariya told them both. "Mary and I are close, so I came here to visit once, and then I saw them." The lady said. "I asked her about it. She told me about you. We loved your work. We would like them to be taken to the museum but only if you would agree to.
"The designs you have used and the painting in them do not come easily. They talk about history. You must have put a lot of effort into it." The director spoke this time. "and the age is another plus point." Dariya's heart was dancing inside. "We can send the contract and talk further about it. How should we contact you.?"
"You can come here. We can meet here." She said looking at Mary. Mary understood and agreed with it not wishing to blow up the opportunity knowing very well how her family might react. For some reason, Brandon began to feel distant.
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