Dandelions

64. Drama

In the corner of the room, the contrast was so pronounced with the mute that engulfed the two other young men of that age. Though only a distance of less than a meter separated the boundary between them, but for a few minutes they sat side by side, no chatter was created. Either because of each ego, or indeed there is no topic to discuss.

Still, this atmosphere was too heavy to just leave it alone. Until finally Hali relented. Pause for a while, before finally opening the sound, "Don't join them?"

"Males." Reply Arga briefly without taking his eyes off the phone he is playing on.

Hali paused his intention to continue the conversation. After all, his intention was just a small talk. He was just wondering what the four-eyed young man beside him was thinking.

Since hearing the news that Taufan was transferred to an inpatient ward, Arga has never been absent to visit even if it is just a short stop. Sometimes he also spent more time there, faithfully accompanying even though he could not interact as usual because the Typhoon still needs a lot of rest.

Hali was saluted for their friendship, as was his friendship with Khai.

"He's really fine, isn't he?" Arga's half-whispering voice interrupted Hali's wishful thinking. He glanced, then followed the direction of the net behind the lens he looked at.

The space was still crowded, with Leon now the center of attention. This time the eccentric young man threw a funny joke that made Typhoon unceasingly laugh.

"Is there something strange?"

Arga fell silent, "He no longer hid his pain behind his laughter right?"

hali frowned, "You mean?"

Arga did not answer. Deliberately put a pause between himself and Hali. The look in his eyes was so hard to decipher, Hali was unable to read.

"That hurricane, he would rather cover up his pain than show his wound. He's fragile, but he pretends to be strong."

Hali tried to dive into the meaning behind those words. What Arga said was true, Typhoon is fragile, even more fragile than dandelion feathers.

he doesn't know what makes Typhoon so meaningful to Arga, but their feelings are the same. They both do not want to lose that figure again.

The return of the Typhoon in their midst can be called a miracle, the doctor said. Typhoon conditions that never show development make them almost lose hope.

But it turns out the universe is still kind enough to return Hurricane to them.

Quite the incident yesterday that almost claimed the lives of the laughter pengumbar they made a lesson to better maintain the existence of the man with a smile line that makes many people opium.

"He must be fine." Said Hali sure, because he believes, the people who surround his sister are now able to take care of the child well.

Arga's gaze has not changed. He did not know what made Hali say that word with confidence.

The worry may be too much, but it's also not without reason. All this time he had seen a lot of the pretenses that the young man made, and he hated it. As if his existence meant nothing to Typhoon.

The incident the other day made Arga slumped. Seeing the body lying helplessly in the ICU room with that heart-wrenching wound made her feel the pain.

When he heard the news that Typhoon had come to his senses, the heavy burden that disturbed his mind seemed to evaporate instantly.

But it can not be denied also if he misses the nosy behavior and also the chuckle of the young man.

To him, the laughter that the young man described was enough to warm his heart. At the same time, he wanted to protect the smile in order to continue to surround the young man.

The presence of Typhoon in his life is like the sun that makes the moon shine. The figure became very meaningful to him, without him noticing.

he will not let the light that shines on him fade. Don't misunderstand me. The love that Arga gives is like a sister relationship even though there is no blood bond. Yes, Arga already considers Typhoon like his brother that he must protect.

But now he feels he has no right. He failed to protect her. If only that afternoon he had not left the Typhoon, it might have been a different story.

Although every day he came swooping, but not once he was able to look into those blue eyes. The guilt was still haunting him, making his tongue unable to say.

"Arga, what are you doing with the mojok-mojok with Kak Hali?" The voice infiltrated between them, jerking slightly to make Arga who dissolved in the fruit thought he realized. "Don't you think you can snatch Hali's sister from me huh!" Further.

Arga sighed tiredly, "sorry yes, I have one brother already nyusahin bin ngeselin. Want to be given a brother who is 11-12 the same bang Kai? Haha, no. Thanks." Thanks."

"Hooo, that's why I don't exist. Speaking of my own brother in the back? Hmm?" That familiar sound attracted attention.

Khai who had been in the room since when to set foot smiled meaningfully while leaning his shoulders against the wall. His arrival was not at all Arga realized because his mind was drifting in wishful thinking.

The red eyeball had already highlighted the sister who only smiled clumsily to find the whereabouts of the brother there.

"That's not it, brother." Arga stuttered for a reason to save himself.

"You should be called a carcass with your own sister." Hali said again.

"God! That's Khai's brother! Brother Hall don't need to jump in!" Pekik Arga who had already sensed the killing aura from the older brother.

"It's a dead body." Hali chuckles.

"Well, how disobedient are you Arga. I mocked my own brother, calling him 'Bangkai' again. Ckckck, it shouldn't be worth~"

"LEONS!"

Trust me, a friend's happiness is when one of our friends gets into trouble. And the worse they add to our suffering.

"Sir, engga. Joking around that.. Baaaang~"

The nursery was back boisterous because of the drama of the brothers with Arga as the persecuted party. Khai gave a loving message in return for giving her the call of 'mesra.