Dandelions

68. What am I for you?

"His training? I was just breathing out. Still now?" Doctor Tadashi asked as he pulled out a stethoscope from his white shirt, his finger busy looking for the pulse on the Hurricane's wrist.

"No, no, no." The middle-aged man chuckled softly.

"Lies, his heart rate is shallow. Must be crowded, right?" Without any guilt, Typhoon showed his silly grunts.

He should have known lying to the doctor was a futile act. Especially if it's Doctor Tadashi.

"Little." He said by signaling with his finger.

Tadashi sighed, the behavior of this one patient can always make him shake his head. It takes extra patience to deal with a stupid patient model like Taufan.

"Suster, would you mind the infusion, please?" The doctor immediately replied to a nod by the woman who may be in her mid-30s.

His attention again fell on his beloved patient who was now moaning restrained, a little grimacing when the tip of the infusion needle back penetrated the surface of his skin, sending the clear liquid into his veins.

"habits. If anything else says the doctor, do not hide. Let's take the right action."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Honestly, Taufan was caught off guard by the nagging doctor Tadashi who almost every day he heard. Are all the doctors as chatty as this?

"Yes, if you say it must be so. Just yes-iya doang, repeat tomorrow." Tadashi said while wiping the storm of the Typhoon legume mane. "Yes, use oxygen, so don't be too crowded."

The typhoon was about to resist, but was reluctant when it felt the dense aura of a doctor who was in fashion did not want to get rejected. As a result he can only resign when his nose is crammed with a small hose that he thinks is very disturbing.

"Is there anything else to feel? Dizziness not Nausea?"

"Just a little dizzy earlier, same as lemes." Tadashi smiled, feeling proud of being able to make Taufan listen to his words.

"Sure, you sleep 10 days without moving. Your muscles must be stiff and need to be trained again. Moreover, your tension is low. I will add vitamins to the blood. Abis this rest, do not need macem-macem. The doctor will be here again." Tadashi said then to check on other patients.

The typhoon breathed a tired breath. This was what he hated when being honest about his condition, the medicine would definitely add up. Circumstances could always carry him at this point, with the nasal cannula perched on his nose and an infusion needle stuck in the back of his left hand. Always made him feel weak.

"Ck, until when do I have to go to the gini cake?" His loss while lamenting the fate that seemed to never visit

improve. Her blue net glared far away, staring at the ceiling of her plain white room untainted.

While Arga who had been watching from a distance moved towards the long sofa on the side of the room, sitting there. He was immediately immersed in the world of games he played on his phone, without even noticing the other existences that were also there.

"Why are you Arga there? Sit here with me I'm talking." The hurricane pointed at the chair beside him.

From the end of Arga's eyes glanced for a moment, before turning his eyes back to the phone screen, "You didn't hear what the doctor said? Rest. I slept there." Keto.

The typhoon chuckled in annoyance, "The great rest, from yesterday the feeling also continued to fall." Arga shook his head, reluctant to respond to Typhoon's speech and chose to focus on the game.

"Arga, why the hell is every dateng even diem? If you have no intention to go back there, rather than wasting time here. Unusual too. I also gapapa kok left alone, it's common as well." Said Typhoon suddenly.

Arga clucked, removing the phone from his grasp. His red bead stared lazily at the other person. "What can you do to take care of your own needs? The road is still staggering."

"Yes! I usually just bother. Yeah sorry if you feel burdened to have a friend like me. But I also don't think you should be here. If you want to go, just go." Tukas Taufan with emphasis in every sentence. His face had already turned hostile, as if it was about to vent emotions that had long been harbored. Actually, Typhoon has long wanted to curse the attitude of his best friend because the last few days inhabited him for no apparent reason.

Although not completely ignoring it. At least he still replied if called or asked for help. But still this sudden change in Arga's attitude was simply incomprehensible, and it was annoying.

Arga. He did not intend to hurt the feelings of the Typhoon with his words. He himself did not want a debate for now either. He cursed his mouth that sometimes likes to throw words that may not be appropriate in inappropriate situations. He even regretted having snapped at the Hurricane earlier.

He should understand the psychological and emotional of patients with acute illnesses such as the Typhoon is unstable, either because of hormones or feelings that feel they are useless because they become a burden for others. But really, it wasn't his intention to hurt. "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just tired again."

This is what he feared. Because the previous events that actually made him afraid to meet Taufan. I felt unworthy to be around the boy.

The reason he was trapped both in this situation was none other than because Hali asked for it. Hali felt that there were things they should talk about in one eye, under the pretext that no one could accompany the therapy.

Ethan and himself are attending Mervin's trial as guardians and witnesses, while Ken has an OSIS meeting until later in the afternoon and his two friends can not accompany him on the grounds of hunting limited edition products from famous brands. While he had no reason to refuse.

A long enough pause filled the distance between them. Each one dissolves in a thought. Until the sound of the first Typhoon broke the silence.

"Why are you Arga?" His tone was no longer high, his ego slowly eroded with the time that passed. He knew there was a restlessness that Arga was hiding from him.

"If so, let me ask you one thing. Fan, what am I?"

The line of questioning that Arga threw made Typhoon's forehead wrinkle deeply, "You mean? Why do you question the obvious answer? You're my hero, we've even been victorious from the zygote age."

"But am I still worthy, after everything you've been through?"

"What the hell are you talking about Arga?"

"Fan, why the hell do you always take on all your own problems? Why do you have to face those thugs alone and end up like this?"

"You're angry about that?" Taufan said with his speculation. It seemed that he understood the direction of their conversation.

But Arga shook his head. He thought the Typhoon would understand, but apparently it didn't. "Fa! I'm not mad at you. I was angry and disappointed with myself for letting you face all of this alone. You have no idea how guilty I felt about leaving you that afternoon." Arga recalled the day they last met before the tragedy that brought Typhoon into such a long stand.

"I'm always sorry. If that afternoon I had waited for you to finish, I could have prevented your reckless actions. I might be able to help you find another way out and you won't have to sacrifice yourself like this."

Arga gulped his hard-earned saliva. He did not expect to reveal all the feelings that burdened him all this time. "You don't know how bad I was when I found out you were in a coma. I was in pain because I could only see you lying unconscious with a wound like that. But I can what? Nonexistent. I was the last person to know anything about you. At that time I really felt useless as a temen."

Arga's breath was stuck at the end of the sentence. He can no longer hide raucous amid the pressure of tears that have stagnated in the fertilizer.

Typhoon silent. Even after Arga finished his sentence, he still did not speak. Now he understood, the meaning of the eyes that always look at him softly. There are a lot of wounds there. And now he knows there is a heart that is scratched because of it.

On one hand, he was happy. There are people who worry about it like this. For the first time he felt meaningful to others. He regretted that he had uttered a word that he did not deserve to say to someone who was actually very worried about him.

Nasal cannula who helped him breathe he came off despite tightness still he felt. His limp body he forced to rise even though dizzy instantly came ambushing and obscuring his gaze. But he doesn't want to make Arga wait anymore.

Right now there is something more important for him to say. There was something he needed to change his position to sit down, lowering the legs that he had been shaking. It seemed like if he forced it to walk, he would definitely fall straight away.

"Arga, sit here." The typhoon patted an empty spot beside it. "Sit here, I don't have to walk there." Deuteronomy when seeing Arga who never moved from his position.

Arga took a breath, did not answer but also did not reject the request of the Typhoon. A triumphant smile spread on the lips of the Typhoon, until Arga sat next to him, he immediately embraced his best friend.

"Denger yes, you don't need to feel guilty for anything that happens to me. This time it was the fate God gave me. Maybe God wants me to fight a little more for Ken's heart, even though the price I have to pay is not small. But try to see the good, my family so collected again. Kak Hali and Ken are rich again. Even Ethan, who I didn't know was there, came. I'm okay if it has to be this way." Taufan said while patting his best friend's shoulder.

Arga shook his head inexhaustibly. "But why do you always have to fight after everything you've been through?" It read a soft speck there, as if only he was the one who could not accept the fate that the universe wrote for the figure beside him.

Hearing him, Typhoon just gave a smile, "Have you ever heard? Happiness has to be picked up."

"That's sustenance." Cut Arga.

"Blessed are also the sustenance of times." Typhoon then chuckled, "Udah, what matters now is that I have no papa. And about my attitude that you don't think values our friendship. I'm sorry. Seriously, I didn't mean to make you feel useless. I am so grateful to have a reliable friend like you. Saucy, pinter, rich again."

For a moment Typhoon paused his sentence, guessing the expression that Arga would show. He did not want to praise his friend was too high, afraid the roof of the hospital ceiling was broken. But it seemed that his efforts to entertain were in vain, when Arga did not reply at all.

Silent for a moment. His gaze of the blue bead was straight looking forward. If you look back, enough time has passed.

Many stories are full of joy that they share. Just remembering it was enough to warm his heart.

"Arga, we've won not only a year and two years, you understand me the most, even compared to my own family. Sometimes I also want to share my happiness with those around me without having to burden them with my problems."

"But I don't like it when you end up as a gini. Next time, if you have a problem, talk to me. You also have temen, you don't have to solve it yourself."

"Yes, what a concern. So it's gemes." Speak Typhoon while pinching Arga cheeks until reddened.

"Opaan the hell Fan, ticklish. I'm still normal!" Pekik Arga shuddered in horror. At that moment he made a distance, afraid that his friend would turn.

"Yeee, I'm still a girl."

As the seconds changed, the crisp laughter in the air colored a patch of space that is now highlighted orange light. And they come back to themselves after the inner conflicts that were naturally felt as teenagers.

Sometimes in the middle of a rift, we only need a moment to exchange words. Humiliate the ego to establish meaning and understand each other.