Dandelions

60. Betting With Time

In the classroom that was currently empty almost without occupants, there appeared a young man who was lying his head on the table. Her eyes were closed, hiding a golden bead behind her eyelids.

A breeze of wind blew in from the window slit next to him, making the young man's black hair sway.

Yeah, that's how he's going to get quiet even if it's just for a little while.

Even so, his mind was still unable to completely calm down. He still continues to imagine the condition of the brother who is still lying in the hospital.

What if when no one is guarding her later, her condition suddenly deteriorates? Or even worse. The thought of that thought continued to haunt him, although repeatedly he tried to brush it off far away.

His day looked bleak. Without the spirit to live an ordinary busy day. He also passed the school just to fill the attendance, then wait for the bell to come home. He began to avoid all the activities of OSIS and often looked dreamy looking out the window.

The change in Ken is as opposed to a warm and friendly person as most people know him.

There is only one time where the smile he forms so well, wrapped with a cheerful look without a hint of soft reading. Only when with Hali is the best mask that he wears to cover all the heartbreak.

He no longer wanted to add to his brother's mind. The last time his eldest brother passed out from exhaustion. He did not want to make the brother again worried about the change in attitude and his concern for the Typhoon.

Yes, his heart is always covered with grief.

That pain..

That guilt..

All her branches piled into one at one point, making the wound there that was getting bigger and never closing.

Creating an endless lara. It felt so painful to scratch his heart. Leave a mark that will never disappear even if it has been scratched by time.

Yeah, that's the amount of pain that Ken Rabael has suffered.

He is not a person who is completely hurt here, it's just that fate is reacting to the facts with the nestapa, and that also hurt him. It was hard for him to get up from that. Even to forgive himself he felt unworthy.

The bell that marks the end of the rest period destroys all his soaring thoughts, then melts with the baby.

The pair of netra opened slowly, displaying a golden marbles with a dim twinkle. His breathing was stifled, airing the thousands of burdens that pressed down on his chest.

His gaze stared straight ahead, watching his classmates who again filled the empty space on their respective benches.

Well, the silence is gone now.

The hours of her next lesson will soon begin, but the cell phone that comes from her pants pocket catches her eye. The name of the brother plastered on the screen of his phone suddenly presents an uncomfortable feeling tethered without permission. Invited a million questions in the man's mind.

"Hello, Ken?" The heavy voice across there spoke first.

"Sir Hali, why? What's up?"

"You can come here now? Hurricane, she.."

"Hello, brother Hali?" Hali had not finished saying, the call was interrupted.

Instantly his hands trembled. He cursed himself who forgot to squeeze his cellphone before leaving earlier.

His mind was too chaotic with various images that carried dark shadows.

Without a second thought, he immediately took his steps racing with time. He did not think at all the exclamations of his classmates who saw him suddenly ran out. Even without the picket teacher's permission, Ken barged straight out of the school, ignoring the guards guarding the gate.

His whole mind is now centered on one point. Although he could not deny there was a deep fear that slowly weakened his belief and almost made his footing waver.

He was not able to take off, especially to let go. He was already fragile enough with the lifeline that the universe had written for him. He no longer knows what to do if he hopes it ends in suffering that will certainly make him destroyed.

A thousand times he dismissed that thought. Forcing yourself to believe that Typhoon must be okay. But bad wishful thinking is like a boomerang that returns without being ruled. Again and again.

Halil's raucous voice was still ringing so clearly. Unfortunately he could not read the full contained in it because the cellphone arrived dead.

His fingers intertwined, his eyes closed so tightly. Although he did not know what would welcome him later, he fully expressed his hope in the thread of prayer that was said in his heart.

The taxi he was riding stopped right in front of the private hospital where Typhoon was being treated. After thrusting a sum of money to pay his fare, he immediately shot in.

The hospital hallway was longer than usual. The scent of disinfectant that was unable to be disguised by the room's scent greeted his sense of smell as his long legs further climbed the white ceramic floor.

Debaran who continues to fight in the chest will not subside before he knows what happened to his brother. he still hopes it is not a bad thing.

Until the body reaches a chamber that bears silent witness to the struggle of Typhoon, its belief is broken. He felt the universe was no longer on his side.

Everything came to a halt, even the time he struggled to get to this point as if he was no longer moving for her. Traitors.

Suddenly it felt like the world turned cold when a cage was pushed out of the ICU with someone wrapped in a white blanket to the tip of the head.

"Tu-wait!" It's not powered. His steps gontai approached the figure that had been stiff up there. His energy evaporated imprudently "Sorry, you're his brother? The body will be bathed immediately before being transferred to the mortuary." Said a male nurse standing next to the cage.

"Sorry, may I see him one last time? Just for a second." Pinta Ken half begged.

His voice was hoarse full of sorrow, as well as the look of his eyes that expressed wounds.

The nurses looked at each other, communicating through a moment's perspective, before one of them finally chose to move forward.

he patted Ken on the shoulder slowly, saying, "You strong?" Ken nodded for sure even though he himself was unsure. His footing faltered, he felt his consciousness could be snatched away at any moment. Luckily the embrace of the nurse who stood guard behind him also strengthened him.

"Related?" Ask again to make sure. Long breath he breathes, just airing tightness that shackles.

"Yes, I'm not papa." He said at the end.

His body was then led to approach. His hand trembled to reveal the white cloth, but the next second his forehead wrinkled deeply. "Why?" Ask the nurse who was surprised to hear Ken's movements.

"He's not my brother."

He felt alien to the figure of the old man lying on top of the cage. Not even know him at all.

"Who? Why are you still here?"

Another voice came interrupting. A doctor complete with his white snelli appears to have just come out of the ICU.

"Doctor Tadachi?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised to find the presence of his late best friend's son there. But he quickly changed his expression by publishing a warm smile on his lips, then came over

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Sweep friendly. "So Typhoon, is he okay? Where is he now?" Ask Ken to be impatient.

"Ah, Typhoon? She's..."