The God of Heras and Herjules

Smiling Alone

Not far from the camp, there was a large stone whose surface was flat. This morning I wanted to sit on the rock and enjoy the beautiful morning atmosphere. In the city, I have never felt such a peaceful morning atmosphere. In the distance, a farmer was spraying lombok plants.

Just a few steps from the tent, I stopped. Tia seemed to be sitting on the stone. His eyes were empty. He seemed to be smiling to himself.

"Yes, why are you smiling to yourself?" tanyaku who made Tia aghast. His face was red as a ripe tomato.

"Today I collided with a handsome man" said Tia. "I was walking while playing HP. Suddenly he hit me. I fell and my HP fell. I mean to take my HP. However, when my hand had touched my HP, I stopped because simultaneously, he would also take my HP. His hand is above mine. We looked at each other for a few seconds. From that moment on, I fell in love with that man. I fell in love at first sight" Tia said.

"You're so lucky that you collided with him."

"Yes. But, I was so disappointed when I saw him close to another girl." Tia's Facial Raut turned moody.

"Maybe he's just his friend" I guess.

"No way. I saw the girl walking hand in hand with the guy. Can a friend get that?"

"Maybe he's not your soul mate. You are patient, yes. Guys are not just one. Girl as beautiful as you, will soon get a better replacement," comfort me.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes already. Let's go to camp. The race is about to start soon."

"Sisters, introduce my name Andika as the head of the race committee. This painting competition is held to train creativity and also to hone talent. It turns out that in our school the talented student painted it a little. It could be seen from the number of participants consisting of only three people. We will give appreciation to the participants of the race. For the winners of the race, we will give a prize in the form of cash of two hundred thousand rupiah for the champion of one, one hundred thousand rupiah for the champion of two and sixty thousand rupiah for the champion of three," obviously Andika at length.

After the opening event, the painting race immediately began.

"Lis, we saw Radit painting, yuk," Bella asked.

"Radit's in the race?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I didn't know he could paint."

We walked towards Radit who was busy painting. Radit seemed skilled using brushes on canvas. Radit painted a beautiful woman. The woman was wearing royal clothes.

"Lis, the face of the woman in the painting looks like yours,"

I'm just smiling. If you notice, that woman's face does look like me. Starting from his eyes, his nose and lips were all similar. I suspect Radit was deliberately making myself as an object of painting. Maybe he wants to show me how much he loves me. But I don't love him. No matter how much you love me, it won't change how I feel. I will never be able to love him.