Dandelions

61. Returnees

His heart was broken, doubtful. He needs time to set his heart first. But if he keeps letting that worry slip through him, he'll never know what awaits him behind that door.

Therefore, with all confidence and courage to reach the door knob and open it.

The sunlight that barged in gently embraced the atmosphere of the room. Charming white lilies in a glass vase in the corner of the room, spreading a sweet and soothing aroma.

There was already her brother, Hali, with Ethan sitting far away, carving a thin smile on each lip. Her golden eyes were then shifted to the figure on the sickly bed.

He was still the same, lying with all his helplessness. The pale hue still lingered on the young man's skin, as if no other color could decorate his thin face.

Only, that time was a little different. There was a blue light welcoming him. Looking at the shade from the warm radiating bead.

Behind the oxygen mask that covered part of his face, those dry lips moved, calling out without a sound.

While Ken, he was only able to be glued to the doorway. His body was frozen, his tongue was unable to speak even a word. The logic is not at all to be invited to work together. The mistrust of the scene he had captured by his current neutrals paralyzed his mind.

Instantly his legs moved closer, slashing the distance between them.

Hali retreated, deliberately giving space for his two sisters to unravel haru after a long wait.

They're so close now. It was only a few cents adrift, after the abyss that was so deep separating their inner selves was gone. There was a desire to hug the body so tightly. But he was afraid. He was afraid that his actions would hurt the fragile figure and end up destroying it. He no longer wanted to cut the wound.

The skinny fingers moved weakly Ken reached him, grasping him with tenderness and full of caution.

The eyeball heats up, with a clear liquid that is inundated in the eye saddle. He bit his lower lip strong with a sense of tightness mixed with happiness it alight. Can't believe he's still capable of touching that figure.

He could feel, the longing vibration that was present with the wind that had brought his brother home when the Typhoon returned his grasp even though weak. Heart warms. There was relief and joy there.

The instant the body decays, the fear he had been worried about evaporates. He could not dispel the fog that had clouded his eyes, his tears finally fell. A faint sobbing began to sound before finally dominating.

"Thank God. Brother Typhoon, the end." he did not know how to vent that haru feeling. He was only able to voice his sorrow in tears.

The fingers were still he held, bringing him face to face with his forehead while drowning his despair. Truly grateful for the surprise that the universe offered for him.

"Thank you for coming back. I love Mr. Taufan."

In a whisper Ken expressed his affection. Words that before his lips were not willing to throw during his life are now conveyed with sincerity.

Truly, this time Typhoon got a special space in Ken's little heart and would settle there. He wanted to make up for the time that had passed with a new leaf. Capturing various stories that he will later write with his two brothers.

While Typhoon, he was just flinching. His body was too weak to respond.

His consciousness had not fully recovered, considering that he had only just awakened a moment ago.

Occasionally he still felt floating, then his gaze blurred followed by a hum like there was an invisible object hitting his ears. It feels really uncomfortable.

he was like dreaming, even as the world showed a portrait of the younger brother standing in the doorway, he thought it was just an illusion. But then the warmth that clasped his hands in his grasp convinced him that it was all real. Ken is here, near him. Crying himself.

He's grateful. When he saw Ken who was resting beside him, there was a turmoil that made him feel pain.

The weakness of the Typhoon is the tears of his sister. He could never see Ken sobbing like this.

He wanted to hug her, wipe her tears and say that she was fine. But his intention must be dashed because his body has not been able to follow the performance of his brain.

The voices were heard again, softly but he was able to capture clearly. The words spoken softly and deeply by Ken brought him to love the Typhoon.

Truly, such a simple sentence managed to bring such great happiness to Typhoon. It should melt into teardrops that fall through the ends of the eyes.

Therefore the love that he had longed for finally returned he got.

There are words that are not thrown in the mouth, Taufan also wants Ken to know that he also loves him. However, he believes Ken must have understood that feeling without needing to be told, because they are brothers. Born with a strong bond.

The sky iris slowly disappeared behind the curtain of petals, accompanied by tears falling from the tip of the eye.

'I have fought as I could and tried to endure to this very second, for the things I believe in and the people I love with all the strength I have. Thank God for allowing me to come back.'

Ken who felt the fingers in his grasp loose instantly gasped.

"So Typhoon?" His muscles stiffened again when he found the pair of beads blue again closed with traces of tears at the end of the eye.

"So Typhoon!?" Seeing his sister who might at some point lose control, Hali pulled the still trembling shoulder back. Letting Tadashi watch behind to check on Typhoon conditions.

"Without anything, the Typhoon just went back to sleep." The answer that Tadashi gave suddenly invited a sigh of relief from the occupants of the room.

"The condition is still weak, but it does not endanger lives. A little interaction like this must have felt very tiring for him. It might take him a few days to recover and be able to interact as usual. It's been really good that she recognized you earlier, that means her sensory functioning is fine. We will continue to monitor his progress, if in the future his condition continues to improve, another week he is allowed to go home." He said while keeping his stethoscope in his suit pocket.

"Thank you doc."

The man then said goodbye because there was still something he had to do. He also advised not to hesitate to call him if you feel the need.

The silence that followed didn't last long as Ken suddenly turned around and hugged Hali. The issue again sounded though not as loud as before.

"Hey, why cry again?" Hali did not resist at all when Ken fully leaned on her. He knew his sister was tired and needed someone to be his pedestal.

"I'm scared."

Hali rubbed Ken's back, trying to calm him down. "Though's okay, don't be afraid."

"I was really scared when Hali called earlier, I thought Kak Taufan why-why. I don't think I'll ever see Mr. Taufan again." Said Ken while drowning his face in the shoulder of the older brother.

Hali chuckled softly, "So I was going to say that Typhoon was conscious. But even the phone died first. I'm sorry, I panicked."

Ken broke down the hug, wiped his tears that seemed to not want to stop, "No, thanks for trying to ngabarin."

Hali then led the lunglai's body to sit on the sofa. A bottle of mineral water was thrust before him, making Ken look up and catch the figure of Ethan looming before him, smiling at him.

"Drink first, let's eat it." Ken did not refuse, and drank it slowly until half was left.

"It's quiet?"

A small nod answering Ethan's question, "Yes, thank you."

"By the way, did you run away from school?" He changed the direction of his conversation. His gaze changed researching, his attention was directed at his sister who was still wrapped in his gray white uniform.

"Not run away either, I'm not a prisoner. I was upset, brother Hali telfon, I came straight here."

Hali breathed heavily, "Any time... Yeah, let me ask your homeroom teacher for permission."

Ken just nodded in response to the older brother. He remembered his action earlier that immediately ran away, ignoring all the attacks that called his name.

If you think, he is like a delinquent who is clearly truant.

But on the other hand, Ken was actually a little surprised because Hali still had time to ask his school rather than telling the chronology of the unconscious Taufan. But he refused to ask. Just seeing a hurricane like this was enough for him.

'Thank you, for giving the opportunity to Mr. Typhoon again. I'm happy to be with Mr. Taufan again.'