The God of Heras and Herjules

Enchanted

The clock shows one o'clock in the afternoon. I immediately performed the dhuhur prayer under the tree. There are five people who will perform the prayer.

"Dik, you are the priest" said Rizal.

I went ahead to become a priest.

After the prayer, Rizal and I walked to the river. We'll get some water to cook later in the afternoon.

"Sik, after graduation, where are you going?" ask Rizal.

"I want to go to college."

"What do you want to major in?"

"I want to major in fine arts. That you?"

"I want to take the teacher's major."

I saw a beautiful girl talking to two of her friends. The beauty of that girl makes my heart flutter.

"Zal, who is that?" my many.

"Which one?"

"That's, the one wearing the blue shirt."

"That's Yasinta."

"Why? You have a crush?"

Reza's question I answered with a smile.

"If you like it, shoot it" Reza advised.

I'm just smiling.

I sat under a tree. I remember the girl I saw yesterday. Her sweet face makes me miss.

"What are you daydreaming about?" rizal's question is to break my daydream.

"No more daydreaming," I replied lying. "Zal, we control the scout squad, yuk," I asked. It's my job as scout leader to control scouts.

"Come on."

We walked in tandem controlling the scouts. I saw what I wanted to see, a sweet girl of my dreams.

"Sik, what are you looking at?" ask Reza.

"See nothing" I said.

"You saw Riska again, right?"

"No."

"You admit it. Risk is beautiful. Who doesn't love a girl as pretty as her."

"You're right. But, honey. She already has a boyfriend."

"But you still have a chance to get him."

"Yes. But the chances of success are very small. Because usually, girls who already have girlfriends are very difficult to turn to another heart."

"That's just as hard. I still wouldn't be able to get her without her parents' blessing."

"If that's what's his name?" ask me while directing my gaze towards the girl who was playing mobile phone.

"That's called Risma."

"He's got a boyfriend?"

"Where do I know," replied Reza, shrugging her shoulders.

"He's pretty sweet. I like him."

"Yes. Although she's not as pretty as Riska, but she's sweet and plump."

"I do prefer a girl whose body is plump than the same pretty girl but her body is not plump."

Me and Reza are gone. Since seeing Rizma, I've always been restless. I want to express my feelings to him immediately. But I'm afraid of rejection.

I was lying in the tent when Reza called me.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"There's a girl looking for you."

"Who? Risma?"

"No. Sinta."

"Who's Sinta?"

"He's from the village."

I'll get out of the tent. As soon as I exited the tent, I was stunned to see the girl standing in front of me. That girl is so pretty. Her hair is long. Her skin was white and her lips were pink.

"Include me Sinta," said Sinta as she extended her hand.

"I'm Andika," I replied while holding Sinta's hand.

'His hands are so soft, ' my inner self.

"Look. I hear you're good at painting. Are you going to teach me how to paint?" ask Sinta.

"By pleasure."

I immediately took my painting equipment and brought it to the back of the tent. Then, I started teaching Sinta to paint. I paint the natural landscape. Sinta looked serious about seeing me paint. He was so happy when I asked him to paint the rice fields.

The sun is almost drowning. The orange color looks beautiful. Sinta thanked me and said goodbye.

"Let me drive," I said.

"Not bother. I'll go home by myself."

"You dare go home alone?"

"I'm not really alone. I was with my parents. They're waiting for me in the fields. That's my lad" he said, pointing to his field.

"Yes, then. Careful, yeah."

"Yes" he answered, and walked away from me. I looked at his back until he arrived at his field. He came home with his mother riding an old two-stroke motorcycle. His voice sounded loud breaking the silence. I looked at them until they disappeared around the corner.