Dandelions

32. Small celebration

Truly, this time Typhoon was quite sorry to accept Arga's invitation. Currently, he is with Sevan and Leon is in the cafe where he usually works. Taufan really does not want to go back to that place, even though the cafe is the only place that gives him extra money to help sustain his life.

However, the memories of Yuki were still there, which sometimes made the guilt re-emerge in his heart.

Memories of the girl still continue to be imagined in her memory, as they spend time together, singing songs under the sparkle of the stage light that exists.

"To celebrate the healing of the Typhoon, and our meeting after all this time. Today we eat the whole thing! Just order whatever you want. I'll buy it!" Sahut Sevan spirit.

"Wow, today we're really a party." Sahut Leon who without hesitation ordered various kinds of food.

"While the way you're bragging is annoying, but I like the way you lure friends." Arga said half-jokingly.

"Heh, you don't know yourself? It is still good to be treated still ngatain. Go there! Don't need me to find a model this way." Sevan spray does not accept.

Meanwhile, Typhoon was silent. He ignored all the commotion of his friend. And only Arga understands the change in attitude of the Typhoon so clearly.

"Turfan, what do you want?" asked Arga trying to get his attention. For some reason from then on Typhoon just looks like daydreaming. And his conjecture was just as Typhoon rushed to answer him,

"Eh? Me? What am I. Haha." said Taufan looks stiff with a clumsy smile, impressed at forced.

"What's really going on Fan? " Tanya Arga was worried. Quickly the young man shook his head.

Slowly but surely, they must be aware of the unusual attitude of the Typhoon. Therefore Sevan tried to find a different atmosphere, by inviting him to the stage when it was empty, while waiting for their food to come.

But unexpectedly, Typhoon refused. "No, you guys go there. I'm just here."

"What's? Wh why? You're usually the most excited about this?" sahut Leon doesn't believe it.

"Eum, I just don't feel good about the manager in this place. I have not worked for a long time, without giving an explanation." Typhoon's answer is logical, but it looks far-fetched. There's something to hide. They know that's definitely not the only reason.

Sevan smiled, "Hey, do you know who replaced you at work when you didn't come in? I'm sorry, but we took your job when you were sick a while ago. Besides, it's my brother's cafe, and he doesn't care if you keep working here. Never mind, there's no reason to refuse."

He dragged Typhoon to the corner of the cafe, where a small stage with yellow incandescent lights and flickering lights was decorated there.

Typhoon hesitated, for some reason his heart was unprepared. Like stage fright. Music is what he likes most. It felt like he hadn't been standing there for a long time, he never practiced vocals. What if the sound is discordant, or maybe out of breath in the middle of the song?

Various bad thoughts began to re-enter his brain making the young man look even more nervous.

That worry makes him squeak, even though it is just a mini concert at the cafe that has become his daily life. But really, that's not what's weighing on his heart. Except for the memories that were once engraved in that place.

When Yuki was still around..

Yes, he still remembered how Yuki's figure was humming under the yellowish lamp. Her face that implied happiness, reviews the sweet smile that was imprinted on those cherry lips. Who would have thought that night was the first and last time they could stand together on one stage?

The hurricane is still traumatized by that memory..

At one point, he felt his back warm. Arga patted his best friend on the shoulder, then said, "Ngga papa, we're all here with you. Yuki too, surely he wouldn't be happy to see you being such a loser."

It seemed that only Arga, - his friend - understood the feeling of the Typhoon. After saying that, Leon and Sevan understood. That memory also hurt their hearts. But they have to keep moving forward, turning away from the past and focusing on the future. Therefore, they try to fight the pain by remembering their days with Yuki and keeping it in their deepest memory.

"Slow down, we can start after you calm down." added Sevan who sat behind the drum set.

Beside him, Leon embraced himself, showing a big smile without saying a word, but he understood it. No matter how much he lost his way, even to the point that he forgot his true self, everyone was nearby and supporting him, one by one great people were present in his life. Although in several meetings, they left and did not return.

With all his courage that he fertilized slowly, encouragement and a helping hand from those he could not see, at least. Not only for him, but also the people who have stopped in his life.

"Good night everyone." Sapa Typhoon slowly. He took a deep breath before his eyes closed.

Silent.. Even all eyes were on him. The typhoon only smiled sweetly, before continuing his sentence.

"I want to share a little story with you. Not long ago, we lost one of our men. Well, even though our band hasn't been formed for a long time, we've felt such a warm closeness. I still can't believe he's gone, it's a painful reality. This song may not warm your heart, but I hope you like it. Listen to our song.. With the stars."

Silence is created just for them. Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed at one point at the end of the room. On that small stage, they were showered with a faint light. Arga started his intro gently, his guitar lines filling the entire cafe.

That time Taufan stripped off his guitar, he focused only on vocals. His lips drew closer to the mic, and his vocal cords began to tremble. A melody that sounds deep and mellow at one time. Like a sleep song, the sound of Typhoon hypnotizes anyone not to turn away.

The twilight is changing night

Closing a tired day

Where are you at?

I don't know where

We've been through it all

The cry of laughter

Now it's just a string of words

*Reff:

Go to sleep, good night, forget me.

Dream, in your sleep..

With stars..

I really can't

Take time without you

Farewell is not sorrow

Even if it has to leave a wound

Songs performed with classics blend with a combination that captivates the heart. Leon and Arga's guitar tips combine with stable drum beats, plus the sound of Taufan who is able to bring emotion according to the lyrics invites a lively applause from cafe visitors.

*****

"Crazy! The lake below the waterfall. I didn't expect you to be able to carry that rich mellow song. Very fond of, until the mood." Said Leon with all the excitement he had, for a moment able to ignore the food that had been presented in front of him.

"Right, I didn't think you could be this great either. We improvised without any training at all." Imbuh Sevan was amazed.

Typhoon just smiled awkwardly to get such a compliment. Amidst Leon's words that were still fussing about the same thing, Typhoon's phone vibrated. A message came in with the name Kak Hali in the sender's column. Pleasure enveloped his heart warmly, when was the last time they. Exchange messages like this? He thought his number had been deleted.

From: Brother Hali

"I'll be home tonight, you can buy food outside if Ken doesn't cook. Nb: don't forget to take your medicine."

The short message reminded him of someone. How is Ken doing now? He's at home, has he eaten? Has the fever gone down? Those thoughts made her unsettled to be there.

"Sorry guys, I think I should go home soon. My sister is sick and she is alone at home." Taufan said about to get out of her chair. But his shoulder, again held by Arga.

"Casual first, you haven't eaten since. It's as if eating the food Leon has ordered for you."

"Arga's right, after this I'll take you home. So eat first.. Oh, I also order food for your sister." added Sevan who immediately called the waiter.

"Here you go, just calm down. Enjoy the food, good. Relax sometimes. Besides your sister's grown up, she can take care of herself, too." Leon Said.

And they managed to hold off the Typhoon from staying there until at least he finished his meal. At that time, Typhoon was grateful, God brought him to meet people like them.

"Thanks Sevan, thanks for the food."

Sevan waved his hand, "Okhey. Sante aja bro! Okay, if that's what we're dulan."

"okay."

The car began to move away from the painted house. Typhoon glanced at the clock, still at half 8, and the garage was still empty, meaning that Kak Hali did not come home. His feet rolled down the grass in his yard. Both the garden and the house lights were equally extinguished, he looked towards the shoe rack. Thank goodness he had but Ken's shoes were on display.

When he came in, the lights were still out. His hands tried to find the light switch, and when the whole room became bright, he found a void there. It looks like Ken is asleep, he thought.

The blue iris glanced at the brown door on the side of the room, he approached. His heart was shrouded in doubt, reluctant to knock on the teak door. But if he just looked like a fool there, he wouldn't get any answers.

"Because you're asleep? I brought food. Let's eat first." said Taufan while occasionally knocking on the door.

There was no reply or reply from within, silence. The earthquake seems to have slept. Just want to make sure, he touched the doorknob and immediately heard a cry from inside.

"What do you want!?" his voice sounded raucous, was Ken crying, again?

"Ken, I've got food, come on ma-"

"Go you!"

As Typhoon tried not to be surprised by the exclamation, he tried to understand and remain calm. Although he himself did not know what rumble he was currently feeling.

"You've taken your medicine?" he was worried again. He remembered what happened at school. Ken's condition would worsen if he didn't eat.

Long enough to hear his answer, and only the cynical speech he heard. "It's none of your business!"

Every sentence that came out of Ken's lips was somehow like a small knife that cut his heart. Although small, but feels sore and tingling. Even so, he couldn't put hate there, for the only brother he had.

Is the sister who used to love him really gone now?

Typhoon surrender. It's clear Ken won't open the door to his room. But he waited with little hope, waiting until the chocolate-printed door opened.

TB