Dandelions

67. Meaning existence

Have you ever questioned the meaning of your existence for others?

Does his presence there really mean, or just like plastic that will be thrown away after use?

Does it really have to be emphasized, even for a friendship status?

A strange-sounding question. Well, Arga knows too. But somehow he could not take off a series of sentences full of question marks from his mind.

So too now. It had already been over 15 minutes passed, and the black-robed man was still glued to the spot. Her body and her body were separated by the same shadow. His attention was focused on the posture of teenagers of his age who were stepping slowly on the street board. The same people who are at the root of those questions.

He was at the physiotherapy centre. Still in a white ash uniform that he wrapped in his favorite purple jacket. He was there to fulfill his promise to the figure, but until this moment, his existence was not also realized. There was something damning to his heart to say hello first.

Until in an instant his daydreams collapsed when the figure suddenly turned upside down and almost fell. Luckily the loyal therapist stood by his side swiftly charging the young man's body before stumbling upon the iron barrier. The young man was immediately led to the side of the room to rest, as the therapist examined his vital condition.

"You okay?" The question is not well managed in the brain of the Typhoon.

He is busy understanding situations that he himself cannot understand. Though a moment ago his body was still fine, before his ears were ringing loudly and making his head hurt. Instantly he felt his world spinning and his energy evaporating somewhere. The originally normal roar of breath turned irregular.

Cold sweat began to wash over his head. Now he's afraid. He was afraid that his body would not be as good as before. What if he can't return to normal activities like before?

He was afraid that his body would no longer be his, not wanting his will. Even if he did not want to think about it, that terrible shadow was always there, approaching whenever his body could not be invited to cooperate as it is today.

A simultaneous call of a touch that shook his shoulder pulled him out of a wild image he made himself. The therapist's face was the first to welcome the view, his countenance describing anxiety.

"Hey, Typhoon. Can you hear me?" ask again.

"My legs are limp." Typhoon pointed at the feet he felt trembling.

The therapist nodded in understanding, "Gga papa, it's because you rarely stretch your muscles. This is normal for patients. You just need diligent practice to recover it."

It was clearly as if it was able to read the fear in the mind of the Typhoon. "But as good as we've done the exercises. Looks like you're pushing yourself too much. After this go back to your room and rest. Let me help you."

"Let me just." The voice that sounded so familiar it made Typhoon reflex lift the view. The figure that was walking towards him seemed to be shaded, probably because the effect he looked up too quickly.

"Arga?" Call doubtful. For a moment he closed, hoping his eyes would recover when he opened his eyes.

And now he found his best friend smiling faintly at him.

"I'm sorry, I should have come earlier. I promised to practice." He said while crouching, levelling high with Typhoon who was still sitting on the mattress.

"All right then. After this I will ask doctor Tadashi to your room for further examination. Would you please bring your friends?"

Arga gave a small nod in response to the therapist's request. He grabbed one of the Typhoon's hands, wrapped it around his shoulder and then swept the lunglai's body towards the prepared wheelchair.

Arga's heart seemed to flinch at hearing those words. He never once felt burdened, even so far the man he had considered like a brother had never asked for anything from him.

"You've never taken nicotine."

"Arga, what if I'm paralyzed?" Speech that ejected from the lips of Typhoon immediately made Arga stiffened. Emotions ignited.

His jaw hardened, his grip on the wheelchair tightened. The thing he never liked about Typhoon other than his habit of hiding wounds was when the boy said bad things about his condition.

Didn't he realize that his attitude made Arga feel pain?

"Don't ngaco! What didn't you hear that brother say? Your muscles just need to be trained. Don't think weird, just focus on your recovery. Just be careful if you still think of rich bad things that. You must be cured really. Don't think too much." Arga's word sounds like a snapshot.

They had just crossed the deserted corridor of visitors, making Arga's exclamation so loud to sound. "I'm sorry." Taufan's great-granddaughter when she felt the contrasting changes in Arga's emotions, made her guts wry. The rest he chose to be silent, afraid of speaking wrong again.

He only reveals what is going through his mind. He never thought he would get such a shocking response. Maybe he was wrong too, talking about bad things as if he was swearing at himself.

Hey, isn't that a prayer, too?

Along the way they went, no more chatter was intertwined. When he reached the room, Arga was still silent without expression.

To the extent that Typhoon was afraid if his friend was possessed by the original inhabitants of this place when passing through the park with a banyan tree earlier.

"Arga?" calling him just makes sure that the person in front of him is really Arga, not 'other people' who happen to fill his body.

"Hmm?" that indistinct mutter was enough to make him breathe a sigh of relief. Horrified also imagine a room with people whose bodies are being 'borrowed' other creatures.

"Where? She's not coming?" ask her again a little pleasantries.

"Said there's an OSIS meeting." Replied Arga who did not even glance at his interlocutor. He was busy arranging the pillows where the Typhoon was leaning.

He was still angry because of his words. Should he apologize again? Unfortunately, he was never used to this heavy atmosphere. His brain which is usually full of dimeh guyonan is also deadlocked because of it.

"Excuse me."

The two young men compactly turned their heads towards the door where Doctor Tadashi had just come with a nurse trailing behind.

His arrival was welcomed by Arga with a friendly smile. While Typhoon, just looking at the trunk of his nose was lazy. Obviously, due to the arrival of doctor Tadashi means she will hear a long scolding that always ends with her having much rest and taking her medicine has time.

Typhoon himself to memorize with it.