Dandelions

54. The Laughter of the Pengumbar

In the powerful blue space, will you know about the wounds that inhabit the bottom of the young man's heart? At the sigh of the baby who blows sepoi promises coolness. But do you also know of the void of the claustrophobic creator who strangles the heart?

Probably not. In this boundless place called the universe, he was just a tiny dot whose existence was nothing. Even if you're on top of the world, that doesn't mean you'll be easy to see.

A figure that he initially looked at full of color was changed worthy of his classic film in the 90s. All of her were black and white and gray, with no other colors filling in between her. So bleak it looks. Even the people who tread the same footing as him were also covered with wit.

Maybe they forgot how to smile. Or too broken there with fate and suffering in his experience.

Maybe also himself.

How can one still unfurl a smile as one's heart continues to be shrouded in a cloud of mist?

No one is happy when their loved one is lying weakly in a hospital bed. Even the atmosphere around him also mengabu, as if to voice the gloomy that was there.

He too, had lost his courage to set foot in that space again. There was a sense of guilt every time he went in there. Reopening wounds in regret and bad memories of his mistakes.

He is always weak when faced with such a situation. Feeling very useless in the life he lives. Feeling unable to even protect one life. Felt failed to carry out his duties as an older brother and protect his younger brother.

The man was still closed, hiding his eyelid-covered blue iris, waiting in time without any intention of returning to consciousness. Maybe he was too tired to deal with the pain all this time.

Seconds by second passed so slowly. One united person who was there started to leave the room as time went by. Without realizing it, only he was left there.

However, loneliness never lasts long. The silence suddenly became so noisy as buzzing loudspeakers echoed throughout the hospital.

The ICU code blue

The ICU code blue

The ICU code blue

The body of the young man who was originally bowed lethargic was immediately startled. His entire nerve vein stiffened, along with a frenzied thump within his chest.

The teenager who was quite understanding of the situation that occurred. When a doctor along with several medics in hasty steps ran in, big questions started popping up in his mind. What the hell's going on?

Her legs involuntarily stepped closer, but unfortunately she had to be forced to a standstill at the door as a nurse held her back, preventing her from entering the room. Asking her to wait outside the room with all the feelings of worry piled up in her heart.

The monstrous shadows whirled in the air, wanting him to tepis but this atmosphere made his confidence slowly decay.

Behind the clear glass that separated them, he saw all of it.

How his sister's body jumped every time the defibrillator touched his chest. Also a flat line that is still faithful plastered on the patient monitor, there is no change.

Until at one point, they all stopped what they were doing and just fell silent while breathing resignedly, surrounding the bed of Typhoon stopped his efforts. All futile.

One by one, all the life-bumping tools in the weak body were removed. Leave a blanket wrapped in a figure that slowly becomes stiff.

"The time of death of Typhoon Rabael is 15.3-"

"What are you guys doing!? You want to kill him! Huh!?" Shouts echoed. An angry expression was clearly on the face of the young man with the ruby-red iris of his eyes.

Everyone was down, either scared or grieving. They can't do anything anymore either.

"You're his brother?" Ask a doctor who is involved in the treatment.

"Yes! I'm her brother!"

The man nodded in understanding. Pat Hali's shoulder gently with a face full of regret. "I understand your feelings. I also regret not being able to do more than this. But there's nothing more we can do now, just let your brother rest there." His words as soft as possible. Hope Hali can understand and mengikhlaskan the departure of his sister.

Hali brushed off the doctor's hand rudely, "Speaking what are you!? Quickly put those tools back in! If anything happens to my sister, you're the first one I sue!"

"But no more vital signs of the patient. Medically the patient has died."

"Nga! Typhoon can't possibly go that way!"

Hali kept trying to deny. He did not want to believe the words of the doctors, even though the monitor beside him continued to make deafening loud noises. He still did not want to believe that fact.

This can't be happening.

His breath was blocked when the cold face of Typhoon swept by the skin of his hand. That time he only realized, there was no more laughter spread by the young man. No more smiles that warm the mood. All cold. Everything's grim. All that warmth and joy had vanished completely, leaving an empty body devoid of souls.

The laughter has departed from this world.

"Is this how you take revenge on me? Do you really hate me?" Clear circles escaped from the eye peluk Hali. He could no longer endure all his emotions and sadness. The pain and sorrow so sharply pierced his inner. He really did not want to believe, but once again the bitter reality slapped him.

"Don't you want to give me a chance to go back to the way we used to be? Are you fed up with this world?"

Stuffy.

Be ill.

The emptiness of this sense of loss actually makes it tight until it forgets how to breathe. The pain he vented by squeezing the white bed sheet, a silent witness of Typhoon's attempt to survive to this very moment. Although the end never came back.

"Wake, Typhoon! Wake up!"

Hali's gaze began to fog, shouting out the name that had just gone from there. Leaving mortal, memories also wounds.

"please wake! Don't go!"

"GODDESS!"