Dandelions

36. Wake up

The bell rang, but it was not enough to wake a young man with blue irises from his dreamland. It is not clear how he could fall asleep at last, but a while ago his fingers were busy scraping the tip of the ballpoint pen on the white surface, trying to drive away boredom.

Beside him, a young man his age actually linked a pair of earphones in his ear, playing some songs from his phone while playing games. He seems to be indifferent to the noise around him, including the existence of blue humans who are still asleep.

30 Minutes have passed since the school bell rang, most classrooms have been vacant, leaving them alone. Arga who was getting bored with his phone, stared lazily at his countryman who never woke up. He didn't know what he was doing last night until he moved the bed to school.

"Fan, wake up Fan. Wanna go home? Ato want to get here?" He asked while shaking the body slowly.

But the young man who tried to wake him realized that he was silent, as if not disturbed at all. Perhaps his dream was too beautiful that he was reluctant to wake up.

"Fan, wakeup! Yesampun, sleep or faint anyway?" Smell it at his best friend who didn't wake up, too.

"Huhn..."

Typhoon wriggled uncomfortably, the babble of the lead guitar was disturbing his sleep even though he still did not want to wake up.

"Well, wake up son." Arga started to clean his desk. Now his attention is not fully focused on the Typhoon that still survives on the verge of consciousness.

The blue iris slightly revealed its beloved binar, the effect of drowsiness that still feels thick. His lips murmured something, but soon his eyes closed again.

"Of course, people are sleeping again. What dreams are so good gini? Ah I'm going home first." However, his intention to leave was delayed the moment a hand pulled him.

"Arga.." The hoarse voice escaped the dry vocal cords.

Arga was a little stunned, there was a hint of heartlessness crawling through the walls of his heart as he looked at his best friend's face.

"Why? It hurt?" His voice was low with a sigh, not as soon as before. His sight also softened.

The blue net was again closed, his lips muttering again an indistinct matter. Arga frowned confusedly landing the back of his hand on the forehead of Typhoon. Normal, no different from his body temperature. But suddenly Typhoon pulled his best friend's hand.

HAP

"Nyam Nyam's. The Mail fried chicken is the best..."

Arga sculpted for a moment. An imaginary woman appeared at her temple right then and there. Does he think his hands are fried chicken?

BUKS!

"HUADOUH!!! IT HURTS!!!"

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Two people walked together in a quiet corridor. Not many people there, except maybe some OSIS administrators who are still loyal there because of the demands of duty.

"Crazy you Ar, wake people up no matter. If I forget what memory it was because you hit?" Typhoon's murmur was upset. His hands are endlessly stroking the remnants of the pain of his former death so that his best friend.

Arga snorted, "You're made to forget real memories? Tampol here! Your sleep is neremin. Rich people don't want to wake up. Play with the hand of another person. Thought my hand was fried chicken huh?"

"How cerem? Everywhere people sleep also brushes!" Tembur Typhoon.

"You sleep until you bite people to know! Dreaming what try? So zombies? Let's not say I got rabies again." Reply Arga no less fierce.

"Where did I dream what was I dreaming? Oh no, I forgot my real memory because of you I became a real amnesiac! " Turfan looked serious with his talk.

The applause made his, not infrequently he questioned the level of stupidity of his friends. He wondered what was inside his head.

"HAHA, why my friend this one crazy has not been kelirungan Oh my God. What's wrong with a servant being his best friend???"

Breath sounds heavy from the lips of music lovers. He chose to stop this futile chatter before he rose in blood or even went crazy like the person beside him. While Typhoon desperately held back laughter looking at Arga's annoyed face. Making a human being an emotion is its own entertainment for him.

Arga still persisted in silence, not at all intending to respond to the joke that Typhoon threw. But the corner of his lips lifted, commenting on the faint smile. He could not deny the side of his heart warmed when he saw the bright expression of the troublemaker.

he prefers Typhoon who is chatty with all his unexpected behavior rather than having to see him lying limp on a mattress or hurt because of something else.

Deep within him, he prayed, hoping that the laughter would continue to cling to him, not the pain and hurt he had so far confined to a life of pain.

He did not want to imagine if only the smile and joy would disappear later.

"Hey, Arga! Even daydreaming. Kesambet. What else do you think?" Typhoon's voice this time was able to reach the hearing that he had previously been deaf. Arga's attention again focused on the blue-eyed figure before him.

"Capek shakes your rant that is not clear and there is no stopping. Mending diem and pay attention to your path, ntar numprak loh just know taste." Ketus Arga's.

Well, that's how Arga is. He never shows his attention or anxiety through words. But when the child needs help, he will be the first to reach out. Enough actions that show his concern for a friend he already considers his own brother.

Typhoon push his lips, felt annoyed because his best friend was never cool to be invited to joke. he turned around, about to turn his back on Arga without realizing the presence of a girl who suddenly appeared at the intersection of the corridor.

A little drama happened..

Bruck..

It seems like fate has always been on Arga's side, evidently already his words. That instant also a stack of package books scattered on the floor. The typhoon who realized his mistake immediately bowed, picking up the package book without seeing who it hit.

"Sorry, not intentionally."

"Papa's mother." That familiar sounding voice then made Typhoon look up.

The cute girl in pink hijab greeted with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hi you apparently, sorry, not intentionally." He said after tidying up a stack of package books that were quite thick. "This many books are brought alone anyway, emang temen your class no one wants to bring?" ask Taufan to mince words.

"Udah on all home. I'm the only one who hasn't finished summarizing because I had to take care of OSIS first. So I'm in charge of turning it into the perpus." Obviously Yasha was about to take over the book from the arms of Typhoon.

The man refused, "Let me be, cassian, gini heavy."

"No, I can't do it myself." Yasha felt bad.

"Gga papa, itung-itung bantiankasan because already take care of me when sick first. It's heavy, I can't tell you that. Arga, you go home first. I'm gonna go back to this first."

"I can wait for you in front." Arga flat. He only noticed how the two humans in front of him interacted with each other.

I don't know why he feels like the third person in pecans right now.

"God, it was just as I was sleeping he said he wanted to leave." Cibir Typhoon. "Udah, don't do it. I can go home by myself. Go to gapapa first"

Arga seems hesitant to leave Typhoon. It's nothing, it's just that he got the mandate from Hali to monitor him while at school. Even without being asked, he must have been looking after her. Since knowing the health of the Typhoon that had dropped several times, making him more worried about the health of the man.

After weighing for quite a while, with a heavy heart Arga nodded.

"Yes, I went first. If there's anything, call me." Order Arga before you leave. Even so, somehow his feelings become unpleasant must leave the blue-eyed young man

Typhoon chuckled, "Any relax, there will be nothing." He said while smiling cheerfully.

Yep... He hopes so too.

TB