Dandelions

37. Library

The day was getting late, the sky had started to turn orange with a golden tinge that seemed to sparkle. The warm sunlight penetrated into a library room, united with the distinctive aroma of books.

In between the shelves, a young man with blue irises standing on a small staircase put the book he had brought. Cheerfulness is seen on the faces of those who are joking to ward off boredom.

"You're great, aren't you? Sometimes I salute people like you." Taufan said expel the silence that struck.

Yasha scrunched her forehead. In his mind he asked what the Typhoon meant. "What do I look like?"

"Well, you're active in the organization, you're smart, you're beautiful. Who doesn't like people like you? I remember now, you were often called to the front during ceremonies to receive awards. Looks like you are also quite respected by the teachers and school students right? It's good to be a popular kid full of achievements." Typhoon Vocabulary.

His gaze turned to look at the sky of the library. He breathed out slowly and moved his hand back to compose the last book he brought. Then his feet stepped down the stairs.

"Ngga like me. BK subscriptions, punished in front of class, truant, maybe even a brawler. No wonder your views on me must be negative. Smart people like you are descendants of times huh? Uh, but Hali's brother is Ken Pinter. It's just that I doang bodo."

Hearing the ravings of Typhoon made Yasha smile thinly, "I'm not as perfect as you say." Yasha lirih.

The soft-sounding voice drew the attention of the Typhoon to look towards him.

"Both of my parents were quite ambitious people, my father was the principal and my mother was a lecturer. While I was an only child. They had high hopes for me, and I just followed what they planned for me. I don't mind, because I know they want the best for me. Without them I wouldn't be able to be at this point." Speech interjected.

He let out a long sigh, hoping for the unease he had been there all along. His hands played around in a book without intending to take his.

The typhoon is still silent, looking forward to its continuation. Once again Yasha pulled both corners of her lips, trying to smile despite being forced to.

"And even though I have done the best thing, there will certainly be people who cannot accept me, even hate me. Don't know why..." His speech again paused, scooping up as much oxygen as he could inhale to relieve the sudden tightness that enveloped him. He blinked, holding the liquid in his eyes.

"You know what it feels like not to be appreciated for our efforts? While I myself also have responsibilities, over school, over myself. I was confused as to what to behave! I'm just... Want to be the best. Whatever the reason is."

His breath was choked, his hands were smothering his mouth so that no suction would escape. Unfortunately the mask that had been hiding his weakness collapsed just like that. Her tears swiftly slid freely over her cheeks, making her appear helpless before others.

In the next instant, he could feel a hand gently stroking the tip of his head.

"You're so good." Those words are sincere.

Yasha reflex looks up. A smile appeared on those thin lips. When it came to sight, a pair of Typhoon blue beads stared at him in the shade.

"They just envy you, because they can't be like you. There are always people who don't like us. But that doesn't mean we have to get all their talk. Because this is your life, not theirs. You can be yourself enough, a cheerful and reliable Yasha. I'm sure there are more people who admire you than those who don't like you."

Say if the word of the Typhoon is only to comfort Yasha. That's not a problem. In fact, with just a simple sentence.Throughout hurled, it felt like a cool breeze that blew a sense of tightness in Yasha's mind.

"Don't cry." Typhoon's fingers lifted, removing the tears that soaked the two chubby cheeks.

As if being hypnotized would be said by the man before her, Yasha gave a short nod. Her sobs slowly subsided. Typhoon's hand again rubbed the girl's head, without removing the sun-bright smile that afternoon.

He was still down, avoiding eye contact that made his blood rustle violently.

"Udah afternoon, the perbus also wants to close. Go yuk! Just take the parking lot." Taufan said ending the silence at that time.

"Today I didn't bring a car. I picked up my driver, but I haven't messaged." Reply Yasha lirih. He was still busy normalizing the strange vibe within him.

"Yes, wait at the security guard. I'll take your invitation to come."

The typhoon first stepped in front, followed by Yasha who was still reluctant to knit chat with her. Along the corridor passed with silence, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for the two people. This time the school was completely deserted. The sun was also almost drowned.

"By the way, how's Ken doing? It's all better, right?" Yasha asked a little pleasantries.

"So this morning it was still a bit pale, why?" Typhoon answered without taking a look from his cell phone, replying to Hali's message which he said would be coming home at night.

"Yes, it's just not. He did not come to the OSIS meeting because, he was also not responded. Yeah, I think he's still sick."

Typhoon frowned, his attentions were now completely fixed on the girl beside him, "Today he didn't enter?"

A gang answered Typhoon's question, "So I took to his class anyway, to give files. But his classmate said he didn't come in, didn't tell him too. It's not usually Ken. That's why I'm nanya."

Hearing him made Typhoon's feelings chaotic. His memory was spinning on the scene this morning. Still fresh long recollections, Ken is wearing a uniform with his pale face. He even received the food that Typhoon gave him and left if he didn't come to school, then where did the boy go?

"Turfan? Why?" Yasha's hand-drawn her from the daydream. The sudden expression of Typhoon stiffened and his strange gurgle made him feel that something was awkward.

"Ng-ngga. He still seems to be sick." Her lies.

It seems that Yasha did not need to know the true incident, and Typhoon chose to hide it first.

The girl just nodded her head in a nod, "Too tomorrow I haven't entered yet. Uh, my invitation came. All together, let's drive it home." Yasha volunteered when a black car was seen at the school gate.

"No, I can go home by myself. Our house is also different."

"Wouldn't you be papa?"

The typhoon gave a steady nod, no longer wanting to trouble her. "Yes, I went first. Thanks for helping. See you tomorrow." Yasha said with a meaningful smile.

The wave of hands ended their encounter that afternoon. Leaving the Typhoon with its unsettled mind. Without wasting any time, he immediately spurred his pace. Making sure that his sister was watching TV at home, or maybe fell asleep due to illness.

He doesn't want to think anything. He hopes Ken is okay.

TB