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Season 2 Pandora's Box

Hiiii .. long time no see. Is there anything similar to Yoru? 😁😁 Or are you just kangen Kanya and Araz doang?

Byeah ya, want you to miss Yoru or this little couple, which surely Yoru has returned.

Finally Yoru returned again in this channel with the intention of completing the novel Home. May the intention be kept awake until Home is completely finished.

Thank you to those who have been faithfully waiting. Help the development of this novel by liking, commenting, and also adding to your bookshelf. Can really if you want to send coffee to Yoru so that the more spirit of writing, right. 😅😅

Go on, that's it. I don't want to say it for long so you can read it soon.

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I'm not so sure, but I want to try to find him. It may be true that Aksa left a message or anything before her death" Araz gasped for air as they reached Aksa's doorstep. He just followed the man in silence. He knew that, although Araz denied it, the man was hopeful that his guess about the message Aksa had left was a reality.

"Huufftt ... Please, Aksa. Don't let your Hyeong feel guilty forever" whispered Araz.

Click ...

The sound of the door opening. Araz had already asked Eomma for permission to enter his sister's room. Because, since the death of Aksa, it is rare for family members to enter his room, except for cleaning it that is routinely done every Sunday. Especially Araz. She is the only person who has not entered Aksa's room since her sister passed away. Even the mother suspects they will do strange things when Araz suddenly asks permission to enter Aksa's room.

Moist air greeted them as soon as Aksa's room door opened. Room conditions are still left as before when the occupants are not gone. Araz still recognized a neatly arranged set of painting tools on the table. Also three feet in the corner of the room with the canvas still in place. A white cloth covered the large canvas. Probably about 100x80 cm. The man muttered. I wonder why his sister's painting was left in this very damp room. The condition of the room that is too humid will certainly also make the painting quickly damaged and moldy.

"Why don't they move to a more decent place?" araz muttered almost without a sound.

The man walked up to the window and pulled open the lavender-colored curtains - Aksa's favorite color - that hung over the incoming sunlight. As expected, when the curtain was open, the warm rays of the sun entered the window gap and made the corner of the room where the painting was located, it was enough to get sunlight even though not directly. That is why Aksa chose the corner of the room to paint in his spare time.

"Ehmmm .. This is why Mas Araz can be friends with Bang Altar?" kanya asked as she observed the painting leaning on the third leg in the corner of the room. While Araz stood back to the window looking at the woman who was now walking through the room.

"You could say so. We accidentally met when I visited the cast to remember Aksa. I went more to the exhibition or to the gallery just to imagine how Aksa would react to going there. The boy barely left the house until the end of his life. If you leave the house, it is only to go to the hospital. She was never really healthy with her heart condition so weak" Araz recalled with tears in his eyes.

"Mas, do you think there's a secret place that Aksa has been hiding?"

Kanya stopped at the table where she put Aksa's books and painting equipment. The woman was interested in Aksa's collection of reading books, almost half of which were also on her bookshelf. Tetralogy of Buru, Anne Frank, Farm House, some of the works of Carl Jung, as well as books belonging to the Indonesian literati such as Sapardi, Chairil, Budi Darma, and many others. At the age of when it was still a dozen years, Aksa reading books are certainly very good quality. He even just read books after deciding he wanted to continue his literature studies.

In addition, there were some other items neatly arranged on the table. It seems like the place is cleaned often though not every day.

The man wasn't quite sure if the younger brother had a secret place like Kanya said. However, since then Araz's mind was fixed on a box that he suddenly remembered just like that. A box that was supposed to be somewhere in Aksa's room.

"I remember giving him a box of wood. No, I didn't give it to her either, but she found the box accidentally in the warehouse. The box was mine when she was a child and she kept it. Do you think he keeps his feelings in that box?" araz asked Kanya who sounded more like convincing herself.

"We'll find out if we find out, Mom. I think the box must be hidden in this room, right?"

"We need to find out, Him."

With Kanya's help, Araz begins combing Aksa's room, which is now left empty. Every corner of the room, closet, under the table or bed, or drawer that allows it to fit if stored in it. Nearly half an hour they searched the whole room, but the thing Alcatraz meant was nowhere to be seen. Even the man was almost desperate as his eyes caught a pile of cardboard on top of the closet.

What possible? inner Araz. He rushed to slide a chair so he could clearly see the pile of objects on top of the closet.

Sure enough Araz's guess, among the pile of things, there was a box referred to by Alcatraz.

"Him, I found him!" alcatraz looks happy. He took the box down from the cupboard and opened it with Kanya on the bed.

Araz's heart rate is pounding fast. He was scared and enthusiastic when he opened the unlocked box. The first thing Araz did was shed tears as he looked at the yellowed pile of paper inside the wooden box.

Araz's hand trembled as he took out sheet after sheet which the man now held. While Kanya is sitting next to him, trying to give him strength by hugging Alcatraz's arm In silence, Kanya accompanies Araz to read Aksa's feelings which are pinned in the box.

Hello, Mas. How long until you find this box? Ah, I don't want to guess, but for sure when this box is in your hands, there is one definite reality. I'm definitely not next to you anymore. Right no?

It's okay, Mum. There's nothing for Mas Araz to regret. Including my departure which has been outlined by time. Don't blame yourself. Because I know very well, Mas Araz must have blamed himself when he found out I was gone. It's okay, Mum. This is not Araz's fault.

I wrote this letter when Mas Araz didn't answer the phone or return my message. I just wanted to say that I love Mas Araz more than anything. I've never been disappointed in you, so don't ever blame yourself if I go first. Really Mas, I just want Mas Araz to know that I love you so much. I'm sorry if I have to go first. And thank you for all the things you gave me.

Greetings Dear,

Aksas

Araz's tears are free. He could not help it and returned in Kanya's arms.