
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
[NOTE: THEY USE ENGLISH WHEN TALKING!]
The same thing with Haz's answer is Andrian. "I'll choose to do that. Although painful, but proving that someone is not an item only from the decisions they make. What is presented is what is lived. After the storm passes, there will be a beautiful rainbow."
Haz used to think so. In the end what he lived would only hurt and drown himself even deeper. But, he never gave up at all. He never chose to fight the problems that came. Let someone who is washed away by the river, there is a stone jumping on the rock, there is wood holding on to the wood part. If plunging through the waterfall, pray to be given grace and safety.
It's a life lesson. Problems that come, just go. Never fight them. Just hug tight all, peace of heart—not like Alkaf who almost did stupid things and killed himself first, or Jel who every day slumped because he was a broken home child, Alkaf, or Ric who is like his parents can not accompany and he does not get enough affection so that he can do as he pleased, or Milla who never took revenge for the death of a family that did not even love her. Through it all, Haz learned a lot. Also through the stories of the past that made him keep bad habits. At least, he was grateful to be able to live for today.
"All right! We're going to continue the story of little Haz's life!" Alkaf announced.
The next morning ...
07:00 AM, when little Haz just opened his eyes ...
The atmosphere in the orphanage back then was still very quiet. Most children, especially under the age of twelve, have not woken up at all. Mother Shinta was not seen in various rooms in the orphanage, she was going to the market to sell some vegetables from a small garden owned by the orphanage.
Little Haz, sitting on the edge of the bed, decided to take a bath and wait for the arrival of Mother Shinta and the person who would adopt her. He eavesdropped on Mother Shinta's conversation with the man last night, as per the content of the conversation, today is the exact day that the people will come to pick him up.
Little Haz set his foot on the cold marble floor. He walked over to the bathroom and rolled his neck with a towel like a scarf. He also brought a casual suit to wear. It is difficult to have adult thoughts like this.
Right after little Haz came out of the bathroom, he could hear someone knocking on the door of the orphanage in his impatient manner.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Not even a minute had passed, the knock was heard again.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Ah ... basic has no manners! Who would dare to knock on the door so loudly? little Haz thought upset.
Alkaf paused for a moment, someone interrupted his story,
"Wait, does Hazelia really think that way?" ask Milla.
"I really said that in my heart. Twenty years have passed, yet I still remember it so clearly. Not only did it get there, Alkaf continue your story."
Alkaf continued the delayed story,
Little Haz throws the towel he just wore into the dirty laundry basket—remember today he's about to move house. He rushed towards the door. If it was a minute later he opened the door, he thought that the person who knocked on the door with his impatient attitude would bring a tank and bomb the orphanage.
Too bad little Haz isn't interested in either of them. He knew he was a relative of the Li's Family. His father and mother crashed a plane when he was two years old. He was eventually transferred to an orphanage for two years, before finally there were people—who said they were his relatives—ingin to adopt him.
Little Haz looked at them from top to bottom, ignoring their fancy clothes and menor makeup that seemed to say they were the richest people in the world, then said, "Please come in! If you both want to talk to Mother Shinta, she's out and she'll be home soon."
Mr and Mrs Li stared at each other, not believing what they had just heard.
"I'm sorry, did you—a little boy no older than five years old—tadi just spoke like a grown woman?" ask Madam Li scornfully.
"Of course," he said as he stared flatly at Mr and Mrs Li. "Do you want to go in or not?"
Mr and Mrs Li inevitably have to go inside and wait for the return of Mother Shinta, the owner of the orphanage. They actually feel very annoyed with client— of course what is meant is Mother Shinta, they consider it a client because it can be calculated to make transactions, of course, the exchange between a sum of money and a small child—they are not at home and they have to face a small child who behaves like an adult.
Alkaf postponed the story again,
"Well ... is immoral! They treat a child like an item?" Whisk interrupted.
"As Andrian said, the one who determines you the goods or not is yourself. Humans are not dead things! Why is it reasonable to never wear it?" said Haz. He gulped down the hot chocolate bought by Jel as long as they heard Alkaf's story. "Sorry to trouble you, Jelkesya."
"Oh. Take it easy, if that villain dares to assort, I still have a stun gun and pepper spray. I'll catch him first!" exclaim Jel.
Alkaf also hopes there is a pause for a while. He was extremely thirsty, grabbing the mineral water available in the room and gulping it greedily.
"Here, I also bought buckwheat noodles as a side meal. For Whisk, you eat porridge only," ledek Jel.
"Thank you, Miss," Whisk furrowed his brows, exasperated with Jel.
"Just calm down, Jelkesya won't give you hospital porridge. She was quite understanding," said Haz, taking the largest portion of buckwheat that was indeed reserved for her.
Everyone inside could not believe the portion of Haz eating with his soba jumbo. Except Alkaf and Jel of course.
"What's? Don't make your expression look like you're looking at a demon!" haz exclaimed before putting the noodle into his mouth.
"Well, Hermana—sof name for a younger sister in Spanish—your feeding post is no joke," said James. Now he's more friendly than ever. He has also fixed his problems with Milla.
"Oh. It's not how much. Wait until All You Can Eat! you'd be surprised even more by the portion of a Hazelia Lify's meal," said Alkaf, holding a serving of buckwheat noodles that was as large as Haz's. "Where's my story?"
"Master and Madam Li walked into the orphanage."