Dandelions

50. A longing and a reason to endure

Ken took his breath. I want him to remember old memories of his past with his sister. However, no matter how hard he tried, there were always wounds formed due to him. Memories of his past seem to fade.

Since the fire that took both his parents and scorched his house, he chose to spend the rest of his life hating Typhoon. He did not want to remember his past with his brother, even though it was a good memory. Because there is always a wound after.

For him, forgetting might be the best medicine, a way to heal wounds. But the truth is just the opposite. Treating wounds with other wounds. He simply runs away from his past, tries to run away and turns a blind eye to hidden facts.

But lately some of the memory was re-emerged, always alighting in his dreams. Is this because of her guilty feelings for her brother?

When he started entering elementary school, Ken had a high fever that never went down until he had to be treated in the hospital. His sleep was never good. Almost every night he whimpers. Occasionally crying because his body temperature again perched at the point 40°.

But he was never alone, there was always a boy who accompanied him through a long night.

"Ken should heal quickly."

The voice always came whenever an uneasy feeling appeared on his body. It whispered soothing words, making her forget about the pain and get back washed away in a sleeping flower. His voice always makes him feel calm and secure because it is always at his side.

he did not really remember who the figure really was, only the smell of citrus imprinted on the memory, other than the soft caress at the top of his head that made him crumpled. Also a warm smile that he was able to catch in between consciousness.

And only one person had a smile as warm as the sun that morning.

"U-ugh.. Brother Typhoon?"

His gaze was blurry, like there was a thin fog blocking it. The shadow of the figure appears blurred, slowly replaced by the image of his eldest brother sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sir Hali?"

The light from the sleeping lamp made him instantly realize the presence of the young man who was next to him, looking at him with his pajamas face.

"Sir Hali just got home? From where? How about Ken?" The series of questions were thrown with a hoarse voice while gathering awareness.

"New aja. Dizziness huh? Your body's a little hot." Speak with his anxiety. His hands still hold up gently rubbing his sister's hair that was slightly wet from the sweat.

Ken tried to get up, colliding with the sleepiness that was still whack.

Then he shook his head briefly. "No. Where's Hali from? How can you tell if you're home late?" the same question repeated.

"From campus, abis meeting. Sorry I didn't take the time, because yes, there's a lot to talk about." Her lies. Counting 3 days since Typhoon was unconscious, he often returned home at night. For reasons of campus work and organizational activities.

Though he is the one who often forgets time, spending hours in front of the ICU room. Keep waiting, without certainty. And when he realized the day had darkened.

The thing that must have happened afterwards was the guilt that befell him for seeming indifference to his youngest sister. Though only yesterday Ken was allowed to go home with a note to keep an eye on his activities, both from diet, and food, the schedule of taking medication to change his emotions because of his psychological instability and trauma suffered due to the kidnapping tragedy.

"His medicine is drunk?" Ken nodded briefly, "Come on."

Actually he knew what Hali had been doing all along. Her brother was never good at lying. But he never wanted to make a fuss about it, or there would be new wounds arising from the disappointment of the unhappiness between them.

He just didn't want to add to Hali's mind burden. Its alright. Enough Ken knows. Even he is willing if the attention of Hali is now poured on Typhoon. Let's just say he's penetrating his mistakes.

"Sister, sister Typhoon how are you?"

Countless how much Ken asked him, he never got bored. Even so there was always a pain every time the question was thrown. Even for Ken himself.

"There has been no progress. Ken is patient? Typhoon won't wake up for long."

That's always the answer Ken hears. Instead of being fed up, he could not oppose God or impose his will on destiny. But at least he expects there to be a change in the condition of the typhoon.

Is it wrong if he hopes his brother is healed soon and can be with him again?

"Every Ken mallem dreamed of Mr. Taufan. But Ken was scared. Afraid that Typhoon suddenly broke down, and would rather go than stay. Ken was afraid, Ken did not have time to apologize, did not have time to make Kak Taufan seneng rich first again. Ken's scared."

It was not once or twice that Hali saw Ken who was cowering in fear like this. He himself also overshadowed the same fear.

Thinking about it makes the feathers crumble.

The only thing Hali can do at a time like this is just hug her. she no longer knows what she has to do to calm her sister, maybe even herself.

"Taufan's going nowhere. He's strong, he's got to hang on. The important thing is that Ken must continue to pray for the good of the Typhoon."

They are never ready to return to the feeling of loss. They are equally fragile. Both are broken, sad for the same person. All they could do was share their grief and strengthen each other.

Slowly Ken pulled his body from the older brother's arms, changing with a ruby bead. "Sister, you know what, why did Mervin kidnap me?"

Ken had long wanted to ask this question, he was just waiting for the right time to talk about it. It's possible that his brother did not know the truth, and it is proven by the look of Hali's face turned confused with frown.

"Well, Ken know?"

Ken nodded, "Mervin said it."

Hali fixed her seat. His attenuation was now completely fixed on his sister. During this time he knew Typhoon had the disease, but he did not know its origin at all.

"Mervin's? What's he saying?" A pair of Ken's eye beads closed for a moment. Forcibly withdrawing his memories at events that he really did not want to remember.

"much. The reason he killed my father and mother, until we finally blamed the brother of Typhoon." Krn paused his speech a little. "Mervin's in jail because of dad. Since then he has been seeking revenge. Mervin planned the fire. Her... Who burned our house and killed my father and mother. Luckily Kak Taufan survived even though he had to be treated because he inhaled a lot of smoke. He won't be satisfied until we're all dead. Ken's afraid brother... If Mervin's free, he'll get back to revenge and kill us..."

Mervins...

One name that his father spoke to be careful of a figure who justified all means for the sake of his ambition. His memory is fuzzy about what his father was talking about, but he believes it's about stocks.

Whatever basic Mervin did. He has absolutely no intention of letting go. If he could, he would avenge all of Mervin's deeds.

Hali's hands clenched tightly. Emotions begin to peak again when they know that fact. When the tip of the shirt he was wearing was interested, his attention was again centered on the look on Ken's face that implied worry.

"Sister, I'm afraid that he'll get back to revenge after he gets out of prison. I'm afraid he's harming us again, maybe even worse. He never messes with his words. If only Khai hadn't arrived in time, we would have all died in his hands."

As much as possible Hali smiled. Her hand rubbed her youngest sister's hair again, trying to calm her down while giving her sister confidence.

"Will, I promise to protect you. I make sure he can't touch you, not even a single hair. There will be no more money to hurt you."

The only reason he had survived to this point was his sister. For his two younger siblings he tried to stay strong. For his two younger brothers he continued to live. He would never let anyone harm his sister again. Even if you risk your life.