Dandelions

26. Daijoubu

Sometimes no one knows how life will take us. Destiny plays us like the surface of the water oscillates the leaves that have already fallen into the wind. When we have accepted the reality and want to give up, the universe does not allow it. Asking us to keep going even though the steps feel so heavy.

Typhoon should be angry, because Hali stopped his suicide. Interestingly away from the darkness that promised the inner calm that he had always wanted, and now just feel the pain of the world again.

Even so, he could not deny his feelings that warmed up very his brother's hand grabbed his body. For him, it was enough to wash his wounds. Enough with the affection that Hali gave her. But not with Hali. There was regret strangling him. There is a sense of guilt that gradually hit his inner tubes.

Of course, the ego that he had been defending turned out to incise a thousand wounds in the little heart of the brother. Even if the apology he had obtained, it was unable to abort that stifling feeling.

"Yes, I didn't go in today. I have to take care of Typhoon." The heavy voice replied, responding to a call from his hand-held mobile phone.

His footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs to the second floor.

The man in black ruffled his slightly wet black mane, indicating that he had just finished bathing.

"What happened to her?"

"The story is long, which is clear that his condition is currently not good. She had a tantrum last night and had a fever too. But I already asked my family doctor to check it out this morning."

"Then, how's it going?" Someone across the street asked.

Hali let out a heavy sigh, "Surprisingly, I don't even know what to behave like. The HIV virus in his body entered stage 2, and now he also has pneumonia. And again said the doctor he was also depressed until his psychological shaken. He was only able to sleep soundly after Tadashi's doctor gave him an injection."

Arrived Hali steps in front of the blue room door. His gaze fixed on the figure lying on the bed was still always closed with a plain face.

"Wouldn't he be hospitalized?"

"I think so too, my doctor also suggested that Typhoon be hospitalized, but he refused. The doctor said he would stop by after his work to check on Typhoon again. But if things get worse I'll take her to the hospital."

"Good then, I'm glad you're starting to get better."

"..."

Hali was speechless hearing the response of his best friend across there. Khai - the person he was chatting with - also had a sister who was the same age as Typhoon, of course he understood the role of an older brother. And it looks like he has to learn from his best friend to be a 'good brother'.

"When I go to college, I'll go to your house. What do you want me to bring?"

"Ah, coincidentally. Can you buy a cure for Typhoon. I've got the recipe, but I can't leave him alone at home."

" Okay, send me the recipe."

"Okay, this abis I sent. Thanks yeah,"

"same. Yes, I'm reporting again. I have class."

Call disconnected. Silent for a moment, before he looked back at the number on the phone screen, 11.38, almost noon. He sighed heavily, the noise of the cicadas out there did not bother the figure who had slept for so many hours.

Further his feet stepped, and his attention was caught on the object on the study table. The screen shines, a series of numbers followed by the name of the owner of the number is a sign of an incoming call.

"That's..?" Hali mentioned the name listed there. His finger rubbed the flat screen, and time began to run. "Hey! Why don't you come in today? You didn't give me any news either. You're okay, right?" Chant Arga across there.

Hali chuckled lightly at Arga's rant, "It's me Arga, Hali."

"Yes, I'm. Today Typhoon is still sick, so he can't get in."

"Is he okay? Yesterday I saw it like it was battered. What happened to her?"

His forehead wrinkled, still thick in the memory of Hali he told Typhoon to rest yesterday.

"You met him? Where's?"

And the man she knew as Khai's sister quickly replied. He recounted the incident at the hospital yesterday, about Ice's sudden death, the attitude of the Typhoon when the funeral came.

Hali's expression became difficult to guess. After the phone no longer spoke, he said thank you, without any emotion in it.

"Em, how's it going now?"

At first glance he glanced towards the Typhoon, "Well, his current condition is also not too good. He had a fever last night, until he was talking. She also called out Yuki's name in her sleep. But for now he had calmed down and was still sleeping."

There was a sigh of relief across there. Now Arga can calm down after hearing the news of his best friend, although there is something that stuck in his mind.

"Eum, after school I'll see her. Okay brother, then it's already, brother, I'll call again. See you later."

Silent..

The sight of the ruby Hali glared away out the window, white clouds hanging in the clear sky. The distinctive aroma of the sun and the yellow light that was emitting from the leaves reached the atmosphere in the room. His eyes closed for a moment, feeling a sudden dizziness creeping through the base of his head.

He approached the bed, he stepped slowly as if energy was evaporating out of his body. He was still fully conscious, only his body suddenly suffocated. Now he knows why Typhoon tantrums are like that. He understood the cries of Typhoon. He understands his suffering.

Yes, he's sure.

"It turns out you've suffered a lot. More than I imagined. Must hurt huh?" his hands gently caressed the shoots of his sister's mane. He felt foolish, asking such a thing for sure to a person who was even unconscious.

Highlight his eyes scrutinized the pale level, still filled with bruises and plaster. But he only realized one thing that had escaped his observation, there was a scar of red fingers on his neck.

Instantly his breath was blocked. There was a tightness that re-covered his chest. Rumbled in there. He said, if only yesterday he was late to go home a few minutes, surely all he found was his sister's body that contained nothingness.

One thing Hali knew, that night... Typhoon really intends to leave this world.

Now he was afraid that one day he would never find the warmth in the blue eyeball again.

For the first time, after so many years. Hali again felt fear of losing.

His smile was wry, forcing a smile but it was precisely sadness that emanated. It's okay, no one sees the weak side of a Hali Rabael at the moment.

"From now on everything will be fine. I won't let the pain shackle you again. We can change Ken's hatred slowly, and you can forget that guilt. Then we release the chain of suffering that torments you. I'll give you anything as long as you can be happy, even my life. Yeah, we're gonna start everything over, as a family."

Hali whispered softly, her hands incessantly stroking her sister's hair. His eyes that felt heavy finally closed. He was not strong to withstand the sleepiness and fatigue that whack his body after a night awake. Soon a subtle snoring was heard from him who fell asleep beside Typhoon.

TB