The God of Heras and Herjules

Exhibits

"Oh, yeah. I'll play here again tomorrow, yeah. Dando wants to teach you how to paint" said Dando.

"Tomorrow sister there's a show. So, brother can't play here."

"What way, brother?"

"So I'd like to see a painting exhibition with Indra."

'Indra? Him again. He must be getting close to Sinta. I can't let that happen, ' Dando said.

"Dando can come?"

"Can. Tomorrow we leave at eight in the morning."

The next day, Dando went to Sinta's house.

"See, I'll have breakfast first. Have you had breakfast?" ask Sinta.

"No, yet" Dando shook his head.

"Yeah, we're having breakfast together."

"Yes." Yeah."

Dando headed towards the dining room.

In the dining room, there was already mama and papa Sinta.

"Eh, Dando. Let's have breakfast first" said Arni, Sinta's mother.

They took the rice in turn.

"Please, Dando. Sorry, yes. It's as bad as it is" Arni said.

"It's good, Auntie," said Dando.

Dando ate voraciously. He likes Arni cuisine. Although the menu is simple, only consists of fried tempeh, salted fish and vegetable stir-fry kale, but the food feels very delicious.

"And, plus the rice," said Dedi, Papa Sinta, when he saw the rice on Dando's plate was running out.

"Yes, Om."

Dando went back to taking the rice and side dishes.

After eating, Dando and Sinta left the dining room.

"We just wait for Indra on the terrace" said Sinta.

They sit on the terrace. Sinta saw the clock on the screen. It's eight o'clock exactly. However, Indra had not come yet either. Suddenly there was a message notification from Indra.

Indra: Sin, sori I'm a little late. I'm stuck in traffic. I had a little accident on the road.

Sinta: Yes, no nothing. Be careful, yes...

Not long after, a white sedan car stopped in front of Sinta's house. Indra got out of the car. He looks handsome wearing a blue jacket and black jean pants.

"In, can Dando come?" ask Sinta.

"Can. Let's go" Indra said as she pulled Sinta's hand.

"Sinta's sister sat in the back" said Dando, pulling the other hand.

"Love just sit in front. I don't want to be your driver" Indra insisted.

"Can't," refused Dando.

"In, I'm just sitting in the back" said Sinta.

Indra released her handrails.

They got in the car. Indra was a little disappointed that Sinta was not sitting next to him, but instead was sitting in the back with Dando. 'Why did Sinta take her?' ask Indra in my heart. 'What exactly is Sinta's relationship with the con man? Just ruin the mood, ' his mouthpiece.

Indra has run his car.

"You guys look very close. Are you guys dating?" ask Indra.

"No. We are just friends" Sinta replied.

"But you guys are very familiar. How long have you known each other."

"We have only known him for two weeks" Sinta replied.

"Ooo.."

Without notice, they had reached the exhibition building. They're getting out of the car.

"This is the place?" ask Sinta.

"Yes. I rented this place for my painting exhibition" Indra replied.

"So, this is your painting exhibit?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I thought it was someone else's painting exhibit."

"Let's go in," Indra asked while pulling Sinta's hand.

Dando's heart became hot to see Indra holding the hand of her beloved girl. 'I have to do something, ' Dando's inner self.

"Sir Sinta, Dando wants ice cream," said Dando in a spoiled sabil voice pulling Sinta's hand. Dando doesn't want to eat ice cream. He wanted to eat ice cream just as an excuse so that he could keep Sinta away from Indra.

"Dando want some ice cream?" ask Sinta.

"Yes, Brother."

"Let's buy it there," Sinta said, pointing to the ice cream seller not far from them standing.

"Uncle, the ice cream is two" Sinta told the ice cream seller.

"Kok call me uncle? I look like my uncle, right?" ice cream seller smile.

"What do you want to be called?" ask Sinta.

"Call mas, dong. I'm still young."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Uncle, uh, Om, uh Mas, two ice creams" Sinta repeated.

"What flavor is it?"

"There's vanilla, chocolate and strawberries."

"Dando what do you want?" ask Sinta to Dando.

"Dando wants vanilla, brother," replied Dando.

"Mas, vanilla taste two," Sinta's message.

'Love ordered the same ice cream as me, ' Dando's inner self. 'That's a sign he likes me.'

"This is the ice" said the ice cream seller while giving two pieces of ice cream to Sinta.

Sinta immediately paid for the ice cream.

'It turns out the man was his sister. I thought his girlfriend was, 'the inner ice cream vendor.

"And, let's go to the exhibition," Sinta asked.

"Sister, look. There's a cake seller. It looks good" said Dando, pointing at the cake vendor.

"Dando want?"

"Yes, Brother."

"Let's buy it. After that we go to the fair, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

After eating the cake, they met Indra.

"In, let's go in," asked Sinta.

"Come on."

They entered the exhibition building to look at Indra's paintings.

"Sin, I want to show you something. Come with me."

Sinta and Dando follow Indra walking towards a painting of a woman. Sinta was surprised because the painting was a painting of her.

"This is a painting of me?" ask Sinta.

"I deliberately painted you as a surprise on your birthday."

"It's my birthday, huh? I forgot that today is my birthday."

"Happy birthday, Sinta."

"Thank you, In."

"Either. Dando, you as his best friend should know that today is Sinta's birthday," Indra said.

"Who said I don't know. I just haven't had time to give him a gift. I'll give him a gift after coming home from the fair" said Dando.

'Basic shucks!' as Dando said in his heart. 'He tried to corner me to attract Sinta's attention.'

"Tring...!" Hp Indra clinking.

Indra immediately checked the mailbox on her phone. A message notification from Rani, the cashier.

Rani: In, someone wants to buy a picture of the Dream Girl.

Indra: Okay. I'll take the painting there.

"Sin, there's someone who wants to buy you a painting for thirty million" Indra said.

"What's? Thirty million?!" Sinta's eyes widened. He did not believe that his painting could be so expensive.

"Yes. Why?"

"I can't believe my paintings can do that much."

"Let's take the painting to the cashier's table" Indra asked.

Indra removed Sinta's painting from the wall and brought it to the cashier's table. At the cashier table, a man was sitting in the waiting room. The man was wearing a black suit and a blue tie.

Rani immediately wrapped the painting, then gave it to the man.

"Sin, I'll transfer the money to your account,"

"Don't, In. It's your work."

"Yes. But you are the model. So you deserve it too."

"How much will you transfer?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't, In. Painting also requires capital. You should reduce the sales first. Then, the net profit we share," suggested Sinta.

"alright. Three million of them. So, the net profit is twenty-seven million rupiah. The benefits are for you all,"

"No. You give me thirty percent."

"Sin, please don't refuse my gift. I told you that painting was your birthday present. So, I'm not refusing my gift."

"All right then. I'll take your gift."

"Thank you, Sin."

"I should be the one to thank you."

"How many accounts?"

Sinta looks at her account number on the screen, then mentions it. while Indra records it on Hp.

"The money will be transferred soon. Now we go around to look at my other paintings," Indra asked.

They look at Indra's paintings. Sinta was very impressed with Indra's painting. Not so with Dando. He hated all those beautiful paintings.