The God of Heras and Herjules

You Apparently Like Me

After a four-hour drive, the bus we were riding finally arrived at school. I saw a white sedan parked in front of the school gate. It was papa's car. I'll be heading to Papa's car.

Papa got out of the car and opened the trunk. I put my backpack in the trunk. After putting my backpack in the trunk, I got into the car.

Papa immediately runs the car.

"Where's the hell?" ask papa.

"Very fun, Pa. The view in the village is great" I replied.

I looked out the window. Various types and brands of vehicles appear to crowd the road. This is very much different from the situation in a quiet and peaceful village. It doesn't feel like papa's car has reached home.

"Assalamualaik." I say hello while opening the door. I saw my mom sitting in the living room.

"Waalaikum salam. Mama's son has come home" said the mother, then moved to welcome my arrival. I kissed mom's hand.

"Eat first, gih. Mama's been cooking your favorite dishes, stir-fried beans and fried shrimp."

Mom's words made my saliva come out. My stomach became hungry.

"Masa? I miss your mom's cooking."

"The same mom's cooking? Don't you miss mama?" ask mom while smiling.

"Yes miss mama too, dong."

"Yes already. Eat up fast."

I immediately changed clothes, took a shower, then had lunch. I eat because I am hungry. After eating, I went to my room. My body bounced a few times as I threw my body into the soft bed. I settled on the blue ceiling while reminiscing about the events at the campground. It was a very impressive event that I will never forget in my entire life. I smile when I think of someone. Suddenly I remembered something. I immediately sat down and grabbed my backpack. I took a box from inside the backpack.

I tore off the flower-patterned paper that wrapped the box. The box contains a diary. I opened the book. In the book is a neat handwriting.

*Dear, Lisa

Hi, Lisa. Through this book, I want to express my feelings. Ever since I first saw you, I've always been in your face. I didn't expect, at that camp, I'd see a girl as beautiful as you. To me, you are the most special woman.

Lisa, I always look in your face. If I look at the moon, what I see is not the moon, but your face because your face is as beautiful as the moon.

Actually, I want to have you right away. However, for now I can't see you. I hope that one day, we will meet again.

Andic*

I'm taking a breath. I am so happy because the people I love love love me too. However, I also have to accept the harsh reality because Andika cannot meet me. I don't know when I'll have to wait for her to come because she won't tell me when she'll see me.

I put my body back on the bed. Not long after, I fell asleep.

I woke up when it was night. After performing the maghrib prayer, I went to the dining room because my stomach was rumbling. After dinner, I went to the living room. Here, mom and dad are sitting watching TV while enjoying a cup of coffee and a fried cassava snack.

"Wake up, baby?" ask papa.

"Yes, Pa," I replied. My face was red with embarrassment.

"You must be tired, huh?" ask mama while picking fried cassava.

"Yes, Ma," I replied as I looked at the fried cassava on the table. The fried cassava is golden yellow and looks good. I took one piece. I started eating fried cassava.

"Where do you buy this fried cassava?" ask me after I finish my cud.

"Mama don't buy, but you're given."

"Who is loving?"

"Radrite."

I exhaled.

"Radit's your classmate, huh?"

"Yes, Ma," I replied with an annoyed expression.

"Oh, yeah. Mama almost forgot. He also entrusted this to you," said Mama while giving a pink letter.

I received the letter, and opened it. I read the letter

Dear, Lisa

How are you, Lis. Hope your news is okay. I purposely gave this fried cassava to you. This fried cassava I myself made. Hope you like my fried cassava. You don't have to worry about my fried cassava because my fried cassava doesn't contain any pellet spells. He. he's...

Next time if you want to enjoy fried cassava, you do not hesitate to contact me. I'll be happy to make you some fried cassava.

Your friend

Radite

I folded the letter from Radit and put it back in the envelope.

"Love letter, huh?" ask papa while smiling.

"No, Pa."

"If it's not a love letter, why is the envelope pink?"

"That's not a love letter, Pa."

"Seeing from your mediocre facial expression, it seems that it is not a love letter. But, with that letter and this fried cassava, it looks like Radit likes you" he said.

"He likes Lisa. But Lisa doesn't like her" I replied.

"Well, it's a pity that he's handsome and polite. You know, my mom didn't like me either" said Mama.

"Times?"

"Yes. Mama used to hate the same papa because papa often bothers mama. One day, Papa expressed his feelings for her, but she refused. After she rejected him, he never bothered her again. From that moment on, my mother's life felt something was lacking. Suddenly your life feels empty and you want to be bullied by your father again. Finally mom said to me that mom likes papa."

"There's no harm in you giving Radit a chance" papa suggested.

I thought about the words of my mom and dad. Mom and Dad's advice is good. However, I really can't accept Radit. I grabbed my HP and started to look at Tok Tak. I saw Tok Tak until eight o'clock. After that, I slept.