Turns Out He Is A Boy

Turns Out He Is A Boy
Painting


The little boy continued to laugh because of the ridiculous actions performed by Peter. Looks like Peter has a pent-up talent for being a good father, haha. The little boy was sitting laughing in Glasya's lap, at a glance I saw the figure of a father, and a mother. I don't know why I don't like it.


"It's better let's find the parents of this child" I said, suddenly holding the child away. Then suddenly the little boy cried loudly, and hit me in the face.


Then Glasya took the little boy back from my hand, "Don't be so rude to a little boy, she's a girl even more" said Glasya stroking the little boy's head gently.


"All right.. I'm sorry.. hmm what's your name?" ask me about that little boy.


"Yes, my name is Frida" said the little boy with a sweet smile.


Then I stroked the little boy's head, and then I asked permission to carry the little boy. Then she let me, and she no longer cried like before. A little bit I started to understand the human feelings.


I can find out through this holy child, who is free from sin. If we do good to someone, even though we have done evil to him. Surely someone still wants to accept us, and forgive him, like this little boy.


"Don't bother them." said Yaomi, pulling the hand of Peter who wanted to catch up with me.


"Ah... alright.see them I.. huh, come on" murmured Peter.


Then a few moments later, the parents of the little boy came running to us with relief that his son was fine. We told him about it, and the little boy's parents were very grateful to us.


Then just leave, and we continue our conversation about where we are going to play. Then one of us proposed to go to an art museum to see the beauty of art that has been created by someone with various feelings while he was inspiring his art.


Once there, we had to buy a ticket to the museum. One ticket for one person, and the price is quite cheap, only 30 thousand only one ticket. Then we walked around the museum to see the beautiful works.


"See all this work..What among you can paint it?" said Peter.


"Maybe there's only one person who can do it between us" said William pointing his finger at me.


"Ah...you're right too, he's a popular kid in our school.." said Peter who accidentally said the forbidden word.


For us if anyone says anything about our old school, it's like a ban for us. Because of Peter's conversation earlier, it made the atmosphere tense. Because it could be that some of us still have trauma with that incident.


"Ah. I'm sorry, that's it. Let's forget what I said just now, let's take a look at the other works" Peter said trying to bring back the atmosphere.


Then we all continued our journey to see all the works in this art museum. As soon as we reached the end of the hall, we saw a very luxurious door, and guarded by two guards who were there.


But no one went there, we were curious, and wanted to try to get in, and see what was behind that door. To the extent that there were two museum officers guarding the place with firearms.


Then we tried to get there, but suddenly there was someone with a large body, with the clothes of a museum officer who blocked our way. That guy won't let us get near that hallway.


"But if I may know, what's behind that door?" my many.


"There is a very luxurious room there, and there is also one very beautiful painting. The painting is second to none in the world, anyone who sees it will be surprised by the beauty of the painting" the officer said.


"What kind of painting is it?" ask me who is curious.


"Don't know, uncle doesn't know, no one ever goes in there" the officer said.


"Then how do you make sure that the painting is still there?" I asked who was astonished.


"We just make sure it is from the outside, because the room is guarded 24 hours. Until now, no one had insisted on entering the room" the officer said.


"Then how do you know about the contents of the room?" ask me with a smile.


"Well, you better go and see the other paintings" the officer said, driving us away.


Then we just left this hallway, and saw the other paintings in this museum. But before I left, I saw that the officer was walking towards the entrance of the room. I thought badly of him, but I had to undo my intentions until I knew the truth.


Who exactly is the suspicious looking officer. Then we found a room filled to practice painting for free there. We immediately approached the room, and tried to paint together.


There was one person in the room who taught us about painting, and explained the contents. It seemed like he was quite skilled with painting, he had also shown a work he had created to the people in the room. I was quite amazed by the painting he made, because it was too simple, but the simplicity of it hid its beautiful side.


"Hey how about we make a challenge" Peter said with passion.


"What kind of challenge?" ask Robin who looks around because there is no place to paint.


"The challenge is quite easy, only one of us can paint beautifully" said Peter.


Then we all accepted the challenge with pleasure. We started painting things, different from me, and Peter. Before we paint, we think first about what we will paint.


Then once we thought of something that was right for us to paint, we immediately painted it. While I was painting, my vision was distorted with a painting by Robin. Although the painting is still unfinished, it is not clear.


I could understand the meaning of the painting, and I could tell how he continued the painting. There are two people hugging in the painting, and there are also two different sides of the two people in Robin's painting.


The person on the left side of the painting cried blood, and also made his hands like the hands of a demon. Then the atmosphere, and the surroundings on the left look scary, like the atmosphere of a bad person.


On the other hand on the right side, the man was crying out for glowing water, with his white hand as white as milk. Then the atmosphere, and the surroundings of the person on the right side of it looked very beautiful, and amazing. The environment, and the mood that is meant by it is the true heart of a person.