Dandelions

48. Emotion

He sat in front of the ICU alone. His heart was again in pain. Given what the doctor said about the child's condition. "The condition is not stable." At least that's all he heard from the doctor who treated Typhoon.

Even after a few hours had passed since the surgery, his body did not show any improvement. Making it must be monitored continuously, it is feared if the line on the patient monitor suddenly turns flat. That reason is also what makes it unable to be visited.

The nurse on guard doesn't allow anyone, including her own family.

Had crossed his mind, it was possible that his sister had been at the tip of the horn. He was tired of all the pain he had faced. However, Hali quickly put away that thought. He knew that Typhoon was not a weak man.

Suddenly he missed the boy's laughter and nosiness. The old memories that returned were like flowers in the spring, spreading a sweet fragrance, then disappearing in the wind like dandelion flowers flying away.

Since the incident in which Typhoon tantrum, Hali was determined to never let hurt again. But now what?

He is helpless now. Only able to see that pale face from the outside, she felt like she had failed to become an older sister.

In the end, he could do nothing. Only surrender to the winds of fate will take him like a dandelion seed. He failed to protect his brother. He failed to protect that smile.

Suddenly a call calling out his name drew his attention to turning his head. From a distance, Arga, Sevan and Leon ran over with worried faces.

"Where is Typhoon!?" Arga was impatient. His breathing seemed disordered with sweat dripping down his forehead. There was clearly worry on the young man's face.

Hali did not immediately reply, his gaze dimmed, "He is inside. Until now can not be visited. You can only see it from the outside." Wiry reply.

Arga froze instantly. As if the air disappeared from her, her breath choked upon hearing the speech of the figure before her. He did not want to believe it, but when he saw the pale figure lying inside, there was nothing else he could deny.

"Tau-fan?"

It felt so tight when I saw the face was decorated with plaster and the bandage paled. There's no hue there at all. The ventilator lodged in his mouth looks painful and terrible.

Arga's body is squeezing. His feet stepped back. He did not want to believe that the body lying there was his best friend.

Some time ago Khai contacted him, reported that Taufan was in the hospital, more precisely the ICU. He left the class immediately after contacting his two friends.

"How come? What's going on?" Arga demanded an explanation. Instantly he immediately threw a sharp glare at the man who was several years away on it. Tears had already blurred his eyes.

Hali shook her head weakly, "I don't know either. Everything happened so fast. When I got there he was already-"

"How can you not know!? You're her brother, right!?" Arga's cry echoed, inviting the attention of several people around him.

Leon and Sevan try to keep Arga from getting out of control. The rest of them just silence, do not dare to speak because they do not understand the root of the problem.

"Ar, relax. This is a hospital." Said Sevan Arga does not care, he does not care about the existence of other than himself. He himself also did not know why he could be this emotional just by looking at the body of Typhoon who was lying on the bed with such appalling conditions.

His heart ached as if it was pierced by thousands of needles. He was afraid that he could no longer see the young man's laughter and smile.

Because only Arga is a witness to how the struggle of life of a Typhoon. How he survives with a heart full of wounds, hiding all his pain behind a mask of smiles and joy that is always in his stock. Even people who do not know the Typhoon too well, will certainly think the young man lives without problems. But that's not true.

His smile, cheerfulness, silliness and all his mannerisms were mere masks to cover up all his pain.

It was enough that he closed his eyes to the pain that Typhoon suffered because of his own brother. He did not want his friend to suffer more.

"Do you know the suffering of his life all this time? How many wounds did he receive because of your selfishness and that of your sister? If you really care about her now, why look after her you can't?" shouted Arga cursing, vaporizing all the emotions that exist.

"What is it that a person like you, who always ignores your own sister is called a big brother!?" His words slapped Hali.

His hands clenched firmly, a sharp look he gave at the figure of the youth who was older than him. His emotions had completely exploded by now.

"Arga! Keep attitude! This is a hospital!" In one blow, Arga slammed his brother's hand.

"Then explain! How could a hurricane be like this?!" The law is not less fierce.

"I'll explain it after you calm down."

Arga softened, the look on his face was no longer as loud as before. His eyes were closed, his breathing was blown so deeply, dampening the gurgle in his chest.

"Tell me everything." Sahut later.

Khai began to explain everything in detail.

Tell him everything he knows. About Ken being kidnapped and the desperate Typhoon barging into the enemy's lair until it ends like this Hali is trying to help, but unfortunately he's a little late.

Also the reason he did not come home all night because he helped Hali take care of various things in the hospital. Khai also had time to apologize for not immediately preaching it, himself as well.

Hali was completely silent, did not refute a single word that came out of Khai's mouth, he just remained silent while listening. Everything is true.

Arga's body sagged, falling down. Both of his hands cupped, covering his face in a huff.

If he could, he wouldn't believe the story. Just yesterday afternoon, they walked together in the corridor accompanied by a carefree laugh and a flickering figure who always unraveled the smile.

He's a fool. Arga knows that, but he doesn't know that his best friend is an idiot. Really idiots. Could-be he cringed into the mafia headquarters only with a thin body like that. He wanted to feel cursed but the situation was not right.

There was regret in his heart. He should have stayed there to accompany Typhoon until he returned home, not left him like that. But, just as the dandelion flowers that fly carried by the wind will not be able to return to the flower stem, time will not be able to be turned back to the past.

"We should have gone home yesterday. I should have waited for him to come home. If only I had been with him, I would have been able to prevent his reckless actions." Arga's regret is still inexhaustible.

"Gga Ar, it's my fault. You're right, I'm not the one guarding Typhoon. I am useless as a sister. Even I can't take care of my sister..." Sergey Hali.

From the end of his eyes Arga glanced, reading the look of Hali's face that looked tired. His eye bags were clear black and puffy, he was sure for hours Hali spent in tears.

Then he just sighed tired. Free, willing to blame each other, no one thought it would end like this. There is only the word if.

"Forget over. Sorry for putting you on that." His gaze turned flat, his back he leaned back while looking blankly ahead. After removing traces of tears.

"That storm, even though it never showed, she still loves you both. No matter how much you hate him. He chose to endure the pain himself. Even though he doesn't know why you hate him so much."

Arga's words may be like insinuations to Hali. But it's true. Miris indeed if considering his treatment on the Typhoon, even others who are not bound by relationships. Blood can actually understand his sister. And Hali felt guilty about it.

"He was just beyond his strong, rich never had a burden, but I'm sure there were many things he thought of. His smile and laughter were nothing more than a mask to hide the pain. Typhoon just doesn't want to make others worry or pity others for their lives."

"If you're aware of your mistake, please don't hurt him again. Take good care of her, before you become more sorry for wasting her. Don't let you finally lose the Hurricane and leave a lifetime of regret."

Arga turned his head, staring intensely at the ruby Hali which now also collided with his dark iris. But then a smile rose on the young man's lips.

"But calm down, Typhoon must wake up. She may not be the most anticipated moment of her life, when the person she cares about returns to her. After this, please consider Typhoon really your family. That way, he had good reason to return. He needs affection and recognition from you as a family. Please make Typhoon happy..."

I hope...

Arga smiled softly. Tears dripped from behind her eyelids. He quickly wiped away the trace of tears on his cheeks.

'Hopefully...'