HiTams
Chapter 2

I don't want to. I don't want to. A week since I met Aunt Mary. It drives me crazy. I don't want to leave this orphanage. My not much stuff is lying around. I'm rattled.

Whether I should take him or not. There's a small lockbox, which I got from a permanent benefactor of this parlour. The box rolled open, it was empty. The benefactor called it a pandora's box.

“ you will always be surprised every time you open it. It will teach you that the world is a mystery and you must be careful because of it. This little box can only fill one thing. Choose something that will help you later..” he was silent for a moment, and smiled faintly. He came to my ear and whispered.

“ anything. Anything diana.....if you are not careful. ..it can be the best choice......even the worst......that's why ‘dia’ is called Pandora”.

I remember it clearly, it was five years ago. Jelita Orphanage held a charity entertainment for us children's homes and philanthropic groups from any scattered areas. Yeah, I'm right here. In a small, dark, humid and prejudiced village for everyone who lives in it.

Rangkitan Village. A typical village with bamboo trees on each side of the road. It is called a small village. But the necessary facilities and infrastructure are available here.

The community here is open to anything that comes from the outside as long as it does not damage the bamboo or slash at will. Because the bamboo here protects them from the heat of the sun.

I don't know why everyone who lives here loves humidity. They love its aroma, amazed by its small, pointed leaf shape. That's their weapon. Exactly something that can be used as a weapon for them to dispel something that has the potential as a threat. And this village is far from the urban bustle. It took 3 hours to get to a normal civilization. That's according.

Only village devices are often in and out because of official and work needs. The rustling sound of bamboo leaves moved around here and there, rubbing against each other. Cloudy clouds and humidity as well as dimness add to the cold air at that time.

I don't know who he is. But he's a handsome guy. Maybe middle-aged about 35 years. I stared around, the other children laughing happily received gifts of funny toys with various shapes and colors. The box in my hand is so old. The color is black. Isn't this a wooden box? Pandora's box of wood. A cube box that has nothing in it. I often hear the word Pandora. But it was always interpreted ugly by people in general.

And I received something bad on this great day?. “ why should I accept? I...actually...” I stammered. Ahh why should I be so quiet. I could only look at the other children who were now getting busy with their toys. The man followed my eyes and pushed the box closer.

“ you don't need toys like that” her smile widens and winks at me. He was trying to convince me. I just looked down and stared at the box for a long time. This is a gift. I shouldn't have rejected it, right? He said the box would be useful. Well, for now I'll keep it first.

“ thank you, hmm..I will save it...”.

“ good choice!” he rubbed my hair slowly, and I again covered my mouth which was just still intending to continue my words before being cut off by his pleasure. If I look, he looks so satisfied. Wouldn't it be charity to make others happier than us?

HUH! I'm turning. Someone broke my memory. Lena Adrian, she's 15 years old and 2 years from me. He came up to me and took the box. Observing him with a frown.

“ what is this kak?” tanyakanya.

“ you surprised me lena, what did you say earlier?”

“ I said ‘what is this?” he pointed at Pandora's box.

“ is not that question, but earlier. When you stood behind me” Lena Adrian was the only one I could chat casually. We were pretty good friends, even though he was younger than me. That's why I think I can talk to him. Sometimes I don't like being around him. Sometimes he acts like everyone else. I can't guess what he is like. For example, in the previous days we talked about the shopping menu and we got the task to record it in dimemo. The next day, when I asked for the memo, he didn't know it at all. We had a fight. She insisted on never writing that grocery memo with me. And finally, we were scolded for omitting the memo records. I know, that's just the reason. He pretended to be sick forgetting memories. And this time, I believe he will answer “I didn't say anything!”

“apa? Hey sister diana. I didn't say anything” Lena looked at me in protest and then became sad.

“ pleased, could meet your aunt again kak” lena bit her lips “ hmm..can't you ask her....to take me too?” I stopped packing, which I did.

“ she is not my aunt” reject me firmly. “ and.. I don't think she will take you”

“ because he's poor?” guess it. If so, he won't have much trouble finding me. I'm starting to be impatient. I just stuffed my clothes in my suitcase. There's not much I have to bring. Enough of this pandora's clothes and boxes.

“yahh...because he is poor” replied me origin. Lena, I don't know anything about my aunt. I hope he's rich and I can add a bunch of suitcases someday.

“ he picked you up today? Oh sister diana. I can't get close to anyone here but you brother. Come on, I don't care if he's poor or anything. Just so I can continue to be with you.” Whimpering.

Lena didn't relapse, I thought. This time his words were neatly arranged and his memory was still in line. I looked at the old lena. I feel sorry for him. Lena was short-postured, and her face was also mediocre, not pretty nor ugly. Fit. She's from a baby already an orphan. He had no chance to have the memory of having a family. I'm still better than him.

I sighed “ if only Lena, tonight I let you sleep with me, that woman named aunt will pick me up tomorrow morning.” I took over the box in Lena's hand and without looking around again I put it in my suitcase. This is the last item.