Pandora Jupiter

Awkward Death

A sliver of memory projected in my mind, the day that my brother and father were seen yelling at each other, from the distance where I was standing, I fell silent without daring to approach, his voice I could not hear or perhaps I could not remember, but the expression of wrath shown by my brother and father was so scary that it often remembered like a nightmare until now, when it was not wrong I was 4 years old. What happened I wanted to know, because that day was the fate of father's death. Where I had not understood anything about death, his body melted in front of me and mother with a faint smile, I was sure I had seen him, a life-extracting figure with a cold gaze pulling his soul through the crown. my brother left the village without seeing it. Does he know dad's dead? otherwise, would he be surprised to hear it, it was possible. Why he left at that time I don't know why.

Look to the left of the photo where it stands side by side. He's a little over my dad's shoulder. The beautiful and graceful Paras, looked like the figure of a meek mother carrying a baby me. His existence is also gone in this world. If it's fate then like a well-behaved child I think I can let it go. That's what I thought for years. But the reality made me realize that there was something strange about the death of my parents and the departure of my brother from this village. That's what I wanted to find out the truth until now.

Shift my gaze from the photo towards a large mirror that is up from my feet until it exceeds my height. The figure of a teenage girl wearing pajamas appears there.

“... Similar once”. I touched the mirror that gave a cold sensation to the finger. The dust blurred the part I had touched. The shadow there follows the movement of the hand from the opposite direction. The reddish purple hair leaves a long section up to the chest on both sides. Eye irises are purplish ruby red.

“Why yes?… Although he is a reflection of me. I still keep questioning him, Is he really me?” I am not too sure of my own existence. Looking back at the photo, I smiled. The other way I was never born would not change the smile there I thought. What makes me exist in this world, if only to feel suffering then I do not need it. As if I had never existed it might be better if without ever feeling anything, an absence, but selfishly I also do not want to avoid it because there are also happy moments that I do not want to forget

So strange. What I suddenly thought was ridiculous at this moment made myself want to laugh mocked at it. His atmosphere suddenly became melancholic like this, so defensive it was no match for me.

After all, mirror images exist because of the reflection of light on the thin black metal behind the glass. Another thing if he's out there. When that happens, when someone is exactly like me or maybe he is me, part of me shows up right in front of me. What the hell is going to happen?

“Doppel... gaenger, Self-reflection conveying Prophecy”. One of the books I read had a story about him, those who claimed to have seen a doppelgaenger declared dead after not long from it, gave me a bit of goosebumps, kuelus-elus the cold arm after taking off the shirt.

“.….”

“Ah!, it's really cold! troublesome”.take a white shirt and a red skirt lying on the floor. Wrap the scarf around the neck and wear a hat that coils there goggle glasses. Put a belt attached to a brown leather bag on the left side of his hip. Look back at the mirror combing a little part of the hair that is somewhat branched due to sleep last night.

“Everything's OK!”. Today some pieces of mystery I'm sure will merge. I wish there was a clue that could lead me to another piece. Mystery is something that is connected to each other, like a jigsaw puzzle, if all the pieces are collected, you will be able to see what is drawn there.

“First to uncle Al”. I walked out shutting the room, somewhat absentmindedly noticing the messy atmosphere inside the room that was getting darker until the seconds the door was tightly shut. Walking through the hallway through my sister's room, my father and mother brought a nostalgic sensation for some reason.My sister's room is currently occupied by Mika's feet, can be called my stepbrother. she has lived with me since childhood since the death of both my parents. He's not home right now, going to the orphanage for three days, maybe tomorrow morning he'll be home.

Up outside, behind the door of the house, a bright orange glow filled with irregular initial clumps. The view of the sky is always so, although it is fickle, the effect remains the same. The infinite splendor was far away, having a deep philosophical meaning.

I then locked the house. Throw the key in the air and catch it with the right timing when it falls in front of the eye. Jupiter's gravity has great power because of that the speed of falling objects is difficult to match with the movement of the hand but that does not mean it is impossible because I have been accustomed to doing it after trying it hundreds maybe thousands of times.

I smiled in the melodious hum of the mouth as I danced cheerfully as I stepped and then changed his tone into a ticking of time, making this move imitate him, this is how fun, how childish I thought, so happy, I want to go back to those days.

“Hmm.. hmm.. Tik.. yes. tik.. tok”.

*gulp. *gulp. *gulp. Sip by mouth a mouthful of water flowing into the esophagus, feeling cold in the stomach. Often also dripping the rest that soaks the chin is immediately swept away by the reflexes of the hand rubbing it.

"Well... Enjoy~" facial expression of satisfaction clearly without lies because so enjoy it.

Drowning both hands to collect water, I washed my face many times. Reflecting I wait for the water that is still surging, Slowly look radiant face.

"It feels so fresh!".

Then again stepped cheerfully towards the village that separated the housing there from his house. Slicing a field of wheat that has been browned. It was almost harvest season, watching the dense wheat as tall as a 4-year-old child made me feel nostalgic. I used to play here with my dad, but I don't know what I played with him, what happened back then I can't remember. It just feels warm in the heart. It must be a happy memory to think of me, it should still hold something like this for a lifetime.

A middle-aged woman came from the opposite direction.

"Fra.. Yupi's. Went where? Oh yeah, today auntie wants to make more biscuits at home. Come by later"

"Yes bi!! Sure is! There is no way anyone would refuse the same cake made by aunty. ehehe just imagined it to be drooling".

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Auntie's in the spirit too. Seeing you who always look forward and look very happy when eating it makes aunty also feel the happiness that emanates from you yupi".

"Ehe. It's so good".

"Haha.. Yaudah aunt comes home".

"Iyaa~ liver bi".

His figure slowly walked away, footsteps slowly stepping on the ground, while I stood silently watching him for a moment. I smiled bitterly. Feel the happiness, right? A person will be happy when he sees others happy, and vice versa. The concept of the spiral of happiness, not bad, is even proof that I am happy if he says so, then it is true even though I myself do not really know my feelings at that time. But surely the taste of aunt biscuits is very good. That one is not a lie.

"Iyess!!! Good sign!. ah but I became a lapeeerr, no! I have something to do first".

'Towards uncle Al's clock shop!".