Novel & Cerita Sanji Drawing

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

Stefany opened the box and took out her painting equipment: pencils, erasers, and a sketchbook. Carefully, Stefany began to draw. Her first stroke was a vast wheat field, blown by the autumn wind. She then added the figures of a young man and a girl running in the middle of the field, depicting herself and Daniel. Every detail was done with love, from the smiles on their faces to the way the wind moved their hair. Stefany stopped for a moment, looking at her almost finished sketch. "Daniel will definitely like this," she murmured softly with a smile. She continued drawing until the sketch was completely finished.

"In! Absolutely in!" "My sketches will finally stop rotting in a drawer!" We smiled at each other and clinked our glasses firmly. "We'll find a studio tomorrow!" Song Sheng nodded rapidly, like a chick pecking at rice. "Yes, yes, yes! I have a sapphire design series called'Moonlit Sea'-it's definitely a signature piece level! And there's also..." Her excited chatter came to an abrupt halt. A man in a black suit stood beside our booth. He bowed slightly, his voice soft and respectful.

And what was that I had so much to say, and yet nothing came. He reached over, taking my sketchpad from my hands and started paging through it. “You have an immaculate hand, Sienna,” he said as he looked at every piece I sketched. His face was a thin line when he saw Luciano’s charcoal rendering but came to a stop at one in particular before I could thank him for the compliment. It was a portrait I drew of him so many weeks ago, in it his eyes blazed with the fury of il Drago he was known as.

As he was thinking, Baji wrote something on the cover, just under the circle. Jai shook his head as nothing came into his mind. “I got nothing else.” Baji sighed through his nose. The man pointed to the kanji. “Have a look.” Jai looked at the cover of the document, which now had another thing drawn upon it. It was the kanji for ‘Scar’, the same one that Arata used. “It’s the same word Arata gave me.” Jai said. “Can you read it?” Baji asked. Jai nodded.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Just like you.” Beaming, Sabrina pointed at the woman she drew, “This is you, mummy. I drawed your long, brown hair too. Look.” “Drew, baby,” I said, then let out a an exaggerated gasp. “It really is. She looks just like me. You drew me so well.” “And this is Uncle hamsome,” Sabrina continued, and my face instantly fell. “I wanted to draw uncle Iyan but he was the first man I thinked of. Does it look like him?”

I bent, smiled, praised her masterpiece of scribbled flowers and purple suns, though my lips felt stiff around the words. And then Sami appeared. Quiet as always, but his dark eyes landed on me and didn’t move. He didn’t speak, he rarely did but after a moment, he walked to the table and set down his own page of the drawing. Not as colourful as Leila’s. Simple lines, soft pencil shading. A tree with roots spreading wide beneath the ground. Two small figures beneath it—one taller, one smaller, hands almost touching. I stared at it, my chest tightening so sharply it hurt. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, waiting. Watching.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.