Dandelions

31. Heartache

The typhoon was silent for quite a while, sinking and drifting in its own mind. He was not even aware of the presence of Arga who entered a moment ago. His eyes stared blankly, drowning in his reverie.

Her consciousness only returned when the cold can that Arga had brought touched the skin of her cheek. Surprised the Typhoon, "Arga!? Since when is it here?"

Arga rolled his eyes, "From now on, his intention was to look at Ken all bring bread for lunch. By the way, where's Ken?" ask Arga while drinking the coffee.

The typhoon was silent again. He just shook his head weakly, and threw out a heavy breath. His face was lethargic and another expression that Arga could not understand. But he was sure something unpleasant had happened.

Quarrels for example. I don't know, he's not sure. Unknowingly, he was in silence.

Those blue eyes glared far out the window. His gaze caught a familiar figure walking slowly towards the gate. That's Ken. Maybe he'll let her go home to rest at home. But he just fell silent, did not want to discuss about his best friend's sister. At least for now.

Arga frowned as Typhoon pulled up his sleeve, looking at him with a pity, "Ar, would you like to accompany me to truancy?" he said expectantly.

Honestly, sometimes he does not want to interfere in the affairs of the Typhoon family even though their parents are also very close. But he also could not see his usually cheerful best friend become the gloomy person he is today.

Arga let out a long sigh, "Okay well,"

****

"Ah, that roof is the best place to skip?" The typhoon stretched its body, relaxing its stiff muscles. Every now and then he took a deep breath, enjoying the gentle gusts of wind that were beating on him.

"When it's only been a day that you've been in after a week's absence, you've been truant." Said the young man beside him.

"Why did you go truant yourself?" suhut Taufan with sour face.

"You're taking me, bego!" Upset Arga.

Yes, there they are, the school's roof top, a place to spend the rest of the lesson hours and laze in the shadows of the building while enjoying a small snack.

"You don't want a story?" asked the young man to start a conversation.

"Hmm? About what?" respond to the hurricane without looking. Take the juice from plastic and drink it straight away.

Arga's shoulders lifted, his expression contrary to what he was thinking.

"On your brother, maybe. Yeah, I'm not forcing it, just if you need a story place. Don't hold it yourself, ntar drop again gegara stress."

Typhoon made gawking for a moment, it turns out his best friend one has a sweet side as well.

Hearing that, Typhoon slightly hid a wry smile, "Well, I think you already know how it will be. Obviously he must have avoided me, he even shouted at me.. And.. Ah, I don't know why this time it hurts so much."

"Huh? He yelled at you!?" Arga is emotionally charged. This is just a guess, but Arga could have actually come to Ken and cursed him. Before that happens, Typhoon immediately restrains his best friend.

"That's Arga, forget it. I've been bad enough for him because this morning Kak Hali scolded Ken for me."

"Why?"

"No, it's just that he doesn't want to have breakfast at the table with me, so Brother Hali scolds him a little." A hurricane doesn't have to tell me everything, right? Like when Ken yelled at him as a murderer. Aw,

just remembering him had made his heart grimace.

"I think he deserves it." Reply Arga cynically.

Typhoon chose not to respond to his position and instead complained indistinctly.

"Ah does that heartbreak feel like this too?" suhut Typhoon suddenly. Sounding upset and hurt, I don't know. He himself did not understand what he felt.

Unknowingly her fingers squeezed into her school uniform. Touching a single point that was painful but there was no wound there. His chest feels tight every time his memory repeats the same memory while in the UKS. Every word Ken spoke still continued to ring in his brain and made his heart even more sick.

Then he asked, "Hey Ar.. What would you do if your brother told you he hated you so much?"

Arga frowned, his two eyebrows intertwined. He looked at the expressionless face of his friend. "Isn't your relationship with Kak Hali improving?"

Arga muttered, his netra looking straight ahead thinking of Typhoon's question. Unfortunately he could not find the right answer, or the appropriate words.

"Hmm, I don't know what to behave like. Since childhood we were often left out of town, so I could only rely on my brother. That's why I'm closer to my brother than both of my parents." He paused for a moment, staring at the canned coffee that was no longer cold.

"But if he suddenly says he hates me. Of course I would feel sad, disappointed, angry, hurt or.well, I don't know. I couldn't imagine it myself. Why why?"

Typhoon gave a smile, "Ngga papa, I told you I just want to know your response. I don't know why I heard your answer, I'm calmer." He stretched out his body, lying down with his hands as a pillow. His blue eyes stared at the white clouds hanging in the sky. Looks glare. Then he closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Arga looked dazed like a fool. He did not understand at all the meaning of the conversation of the Typhoon. Yet he undoes his intention to ask more and chooses to be immersed in his thoughts. He thought of the word of Typhoon.

He knew that Typhoon would not tell him directly. So knowing he knew the figure of the Typhoon, behind his joy and laughter there was a deep sadness. He is the type of person who likes to hide his pain, but that is what makes Arga even more worried.

On the sidelines of his daydream, a soft snoring sounded. As he turned his head, Arga found the sleeping Typhoon. He snorted violently, just as the Typhoon crushed his worries. Quickly the child was carried away by sleeping flowers as if he had no burden.

He wondered where the face was begging to him. Or the grief she showed just a moment ago? Or maybe it was just her who was worrying too much?

*****

"Sir Typhoon... Wake up.. Don't sleep here.." The little boy's voice sounded softly greeting the Typhoon's hearing.

He was small, still reluctant to open his eyes. But the boy didn't let her go back to sleep.

"So Typhoon, get up!" he said again, now accompanied by a small shake on his shoulder.

As Typhoon blinked, his gaze was shrouded in fog and he could not see clearly the little boy who had disturbed his sleep. Only a familiar voice made him instantly recognize the figure of the boy.

"Eung, Ken?" The half-conscious voice called out the name of his little sister.

"Hey! Get up, you kebo!"

As his consciousness gradually returned, the voice instantly became heavier. When the blue sliced eyes opened completely, he was surprised to find Arga's face now right above his head.

JDUG..

"Ouch! Damn it, what are you doing stupid!?" Erang Arga while rubbing rough on his stumbling forehead. "I should ask, what are you doing over my head, porcupine!?" The typhoon cried out.

"Ughh! Of course wake you up basic kebo! You can sleep in a place like this comfortably. Are you sleeping or dying!? Waking up is very difficult. I should have stayed." Umbat Arga can not be separated from the imaginary crossroads that color his head.

Typhoon snorted violently, he gave up on self-defense. He chose to be quiet, and looked up at the sky that was no longer blue. The orange glow persisted on the horizon, as a marker of the long day was already passed.

The night fell without him noticing. His mind floated for a moment, the dream felt so real. Memories that he may have been quieting for a long time are now back to the surface.

His hands stretched out long, stretching his body a little sick from sleeping carelessly while collecting his life that had returned completely.

"What time is it?" ask Taufan without looking at his interlocutor.

"16.04, the school bell has rung from earlier." Sahut Arga with ketus.

For a moment, Typhoon closed his eyes. Inhaling deeply, enjoying the air that he could still enjoy until this moment. His back straightened up, his body immediately rose up and moved towards the door that connected the roof with the school building.

"Let's go home."

From the iris of the eye Arga stared at that slowly distant back with a look of wonder. 'This is the kid why the hell? Labil gini his attitude.'

As he was about to catch up, his phone shook. An incoming message was printed on his flat screen. His forehead was frowned upon reading a series of words there.

"Hey, Fan! Abis, is there no show?" asked Arga suddenly.

The typhoon frowned in wonder, "Well, why?"

"Come, come with me!"

TB