"Let's follow me." Because Briena was also one thought with Mrs. Dista, so without further ado she immediately agreed to it and immediately followed where her client was going.
Although she is old, but the assertiveness and also the distinctive face of Balinese women can still be seen in her client figure. Briena believes that as a young woman, Mrs. Dista had a character like herself, a tough girl full of ambition. Briena smiles meaningfully as she imagines working with someone of her kind. Apparently Mrs. Dista took Briena towards a typical Javanese gazebo located in a large yard and facing directly towards the ocean beach under this hill. The beauty of this scenery adds a plus for this Garindra family property.
"Don't mind, if we talk just two," Mrs. Dista said later.
"Of course." The understanding Briena immediately told Ave to go back into the house, as did Mrs Dista who also told her nurse to leave.
After the two men's departure, Mrs Dista asked Briena to help her sit in the gazebo and then had Briena sit next to her. "Miss Virendra, what do you think needs to be changed from this building of my house?" asked Mrs. Dista staring sharply into Briena's eyes.
"Honestly since I set foot in this house, I also wonder, which part of this house I need to change, but until now I still can not find the answer. I don't think there's anything to change from your home ma'am, be it the interior or the exterior. Your home has been amazing," Briena replied at length.
"Hahaha." Mrs Dista's laughter baffles Briena, much beyond her expectations.
Why are you laughing? Ask Briena without compromising her respect for Mrs. Dista.
"It turns out that your tastes are really the same as my late husband's. Mrs. Dista smiled. "It was actually my husband who designed this building.
everything. I also really like this building which is why I let this building remain like this, without a definite change, even though the construction was more than 40 years ago," he explained later. "This house holds many memories of the Garindra family, ranging from the birth of the first child to the last child, then their marriage to the birth of my grandchildren. All the happy and sad things I have experienced in this House. Beautiful memories that I will never forget," continued the old woman with teary eyes.
"You're going to sell this house." Briena uttered the phrase without a doubt.
Mrs. Dista turned towards Briena. "Why do you think I'm going to sell this house? Didn't I just say that this house is full of memories of the Garindra family," he asked then stared into Briena's dark eyes, trying to guess what the young woman had in her eyes.
"The proof is now I am before you. Wasn't my purpose to come here to turn a building full of Memories of the Garindra family into a new building that is ready to be filled with new memories. Is my guess wrong, Mrs. Dista," Briena explained.
Mrs. Dista smiles at the answer from Briena recently, the old lady is increasingly convinced that Briena is a reflection of her young self. From the beginning he saw Briena's profile, she was already convinced of the character. "You're right. I'm going to sell this house," Mrs. Dista said with a warm smile.
"Why did you choose to sell it and not keep these memories until later?" asked an inestressed Briena.
"Sometimes it's better to throw away memories that have happened, than to keep them to enjoy. One memory is created to be remembered, then forgotten and then replaced with a new one. I've kept memories with my family for almost 40 years, I think it's too long to keep a memory, now it's hard for me to let go, but I have to keep forgetting it. It's like the laws of nature that can't be taken," Explains Mrs. Dista at length, conveying briena's agreed philosophy.
"So that's it." Briena understands what Mrs. Dista feels.
"If you have memories you want to throw away, then do it as soon as possible, before those memories make you feel the weight that the name unleashes."
"Memories I want to throw away? Hehm, it doesn't exist." Briena smiles thinly.
Then what about your memories with that guy? First love? First lover?
"Um, we'd better go inside and talk about the concept I've created. The file is on the laptop that my secretary brought," Briena said later.