Dandelions

70. Meet You (part 2)

"Hey, can we come here?"

"May, just don't get caught."

"That doesn't sound good."

"Observe your steps."

Typhoon grunting. To be honest there was a tiredness that he wanted to stir. Aching because of the stairs that seemed endless. But he was undo because of a more powerful prestige over his ego. His short breath began to hunt.

Apparently his long sleep a few days ago affected his performance. Enough to feel the difference. His body was tired quickly even for light activity. He always hated when he looked weak.

"Capek huh? Sorry for taking you this far." The soft voice broke quietly between the creaking footsteps that went hand in hand. As if it could capture what the Typhoon was thinking. Yanata felt a little guilty for taking Typhoon so far, even though he knew his condition had just improved.

"I'm okay, but where are we really going?"

instead of answering, Yanata put on a mysterious smile, making Typhoon frown in confusion. He didn't want to take her out of the hospital, did he?

"Later you'll know too. Almost there."

And therefore, Typhoon let the girl guide the step ahead, leaving her with her curiosity. And right on the last ladder that he poked, tired it paid off.

A fresh indoor healing garden spoils the eyes. The glass-walled transparent space shaded the garden with beautiful orange flowers. Typhoon almost ran out of words to describe it. He wondered how the trees were greening there.

"Wow, I didn't know the hospital had a place like this" he said, looking in amazement.

If anyone says happiness is contagious, Kirana won't rule it out. Enough to find the twinkle that Typhoon emits, his heart warms.

"You should see this one."

The bayu welcomed so kindly the first time the Typhoon stepped in their final destination. The glass partitions separated the inside with a hospital rooftop.

(Watch up the night)

It's dark out there falling completely. And the universe is showing another side of him.

The light of the garden lights does not limit their view to capture all the objects in the open space that welcome the perfect combination of nature and man-made.

Typhoon unnerved. The city that he used to look at was ordinary, was showing the other side of him. The light below is alive.

For a moment he poured gratitude into the heart, to the universe that had poured air for him to breathe. Although sometimes so haughty for him to breathe, but he did not intend to antagonize the entity that made him able to see the beauty of the world until that moment.

There was a smile coming out there. The young man was like rediscovering his lost self in the dark of night.

A gust of wind can always make it opiate, like nicotine promises tranquility.

It felt like for a long time he did not breathe the cold of the night air.

"I think you really like the night mood?" The sound made Typhoon look. Capture a portrait of a sweet face next to her.

"In the past, when I was depressed, I used to go up mountains, often" His gaze focused on the sparkling stars in the sky at that time.

"There the sky felt closer and the stars were as if I could reach with just a small leap. I thought, the higher I climb, the faster my prayers will reach the sky. I often put it in the night wind. I'm pointing all my problems at the universe. Wishing I would get an answer" said Taufan, he unconsciously said many things.

"And you got it?"

"Ngga, I just got the grid."

It took a while for Kirana to understand the words of the Typhoon, and it might also be a little too late to realize the meaning of those words and laugh for her. Blame the Typhoon that made a joke in the middle of a serious chat.

"Well, that's what it is. I don't know why this atmosphere always makes me feel so much calmer."

Some people do find peace at night, but others feel alone because of the loneliness it creates.

Typhoons also sometimes hate to have to go through long nights alone. But in the midst of the chaos of thought, there is nothing better than being alone with the dark.

Drowning himself from the world and letting his wind blow his soul.

Kirana. I never thought of liking that kind of thing.

Compared to the cold of the night, he prefers the warm twilight. The golden light was more memorable because of its mere presence for a moment. Unlike the stars and dark that can be spent all night.

But because Typhoon said it, he came to mind. Night is always the best antidote when the heart and mind are tired of the theatrics of life.

No more chatter after that. Drowning together in silence, busy wading through the contents of each other's minds.

Only Typhoon was quietly observing the look of the beautiful girl beside him. Those narrow eyes, tiny noses and milk-white skin reminded him of someone.

Yuuki...

Ah, suddenly his heart was enveloped. A meeting so short, and separated by a distance that he could not reach. The memory is always painful, but never once does he want to forget it. Like killing Yuki a second time.

"Is there something on my face?" Thaufan's round eyes blinked slowly. Realized if too long he was trapped in an outdated memory, to accidentally make the girl uncomfortable with his gaze.

"A-ah? Sorry, I just thought of something." A moment of silence paused, eroding the sense of awkwardness between the two. Before the Typhoon turns around, lean against the barrier without removing eye contact.

"You realize we don't even know each other? We talked a lot without me knowing your name. You look foreign. Have we met?"

Instantly Yanata's breath choked. He shouldn't be surprised. Didn't he predict it? It had been a long time, and the situation also made it impossible to remember each other's faces.

It is only natural that the Typhoon does not recognize it. But still, there is a tightness that he does not know why.

The tip of his lips was drawn upwards, wanting to laugh at himself. Also true. What did he expect?

"Yes, we've met. Without purpose. In the old shop alley. You came like a superhero and beat up those thugs to save me. It's really like a scene in a movie" said the girl suddenly, then laughed.

Is his way of speaking too much? It feels quite relevant to describe the figure of the Typhoon at that time as a hero. At least for him.

However, it felt like there was something strange in the speech just now. "You.. know my name?" Typhoon still does not understand the meaning of a smile that is the answer to his question.

"I can know things you don't know."

"Seriously?"

Yanata. Either the Typhoon is pretending, or it is innocent. he feels the Typhoon can make a laugh only with his unexpected expression.

"I actually only know your name. You must be confused. I also don't know how this whole thing, including our meeting happened. If you remember, that night..."

Seconds encapsulate slowly. Accompanying the story that Typhoon will call destiny, is not just a coincidence. It started with accident and continues to this day. The first time they met was not a beautiful thing to remember.

The universe can never be said to be narrow. But today he finds that his world is nothing more than a patch of puzzle board where the pieces are connected.

There was one fact that made her smile happily. The truth is that Hali really helped her at that time.

From the story he heard, Typhoon knew enough that his brother was really worried about him. Visited him every day even though he was unconscious. Yes, Yanata told Hali who snapped him in the ICU room because it looked suspicious.

Now he knows the reason behind his brother's protective attitude. Hali just wanted to ensure his safety.

"Thank you for rescuing me. At that time I had not been able to return the favor," Yanata said at the end of his long story.

"Neither need to thank. That time was also just a coincidence. I can't pretend to close my eyes like that."

"I heard the story too. You saved your kidnapped sister. It turns out that you're a person who likes to challenge danger, right?"

The typhoon only glanced at a glance, then again dropped the focus on the city streets are still crowded. "Not to challenge the danger. It's just - if you had a sister, you'd know what it was like. The desire to protect the people you care about."

"Hmm, I'm an only child anyway. But I think I understand more or less." The slurred sentence ended their brief introduction. Because after that, no more sound went on the air. Letting the silence blend with the atmosphere.

The typhoon tightened its jacket, as stronger winds gushed, wiggling the leaves on the branches of the tree. The cold felt even more piercing up there, but it persisted. For the beauty of the city of night and the expanse of the starry sky that he longed for. Record every moment, carve it into every inch of his memory.

he hope never forgets. In fireflies that fail to hide their presence behind the bush because of their flakes. On the moon that quietly peeked behind the white clouds.

Small and simple, but he never wanted to forget it. I don't know why he can now appreciate every second of life more. Maybe because he had been faced with death, or because he was also struggling to live itself. He wants to continue like this. Although he knew his illness would never heal, but for him life was enough. Together with his loved ones.

"Are you satisfied with her creeping?" The sound that infiltrated in the roar of the wind reflexively made the two turn their heads.

From the garden lights that make up the sturdy posture, Typhoon can be sure - "Hiii! How come Kak Hali can be here?" - the bad luck that awaits him.

A pair of rubies that highlight sharply under the silhouette of the building has made the guts grow first.

"I should have been that way. You promised yourself that you wouldn't go anywhere if left behind, what the hell is going on here? Want to take longer, hm? Very stubborn if it is said." Typhoon believes, behind the tone that sounds smooth and calm there is a threat that is no longer a joke. Hali was always serious about his talk. And now Typhoon has to rack his brain to find a reason that could prolong his life.

"A-anu, sorry." Yanata took a step forward, "But this is not his fault. I brought him here, without hearing his opinion. I think he's lonely and saturated because he keeps being in the room. So I brought him here to change the atmosphere all looking for the wind. I. apologize for carelessly taking Typhoon out," said Yanata who was downcast. Ready for the worst possible outcome, including Hali's wrath.

Although there was fear that he tried to press by grasping at the end of the clothes he was wearing.

Yanata froze in place. The aura is too gripping to just lift eyes and face to face. Waiting for Hali's answer was like waiting for an announcement from the angel of death.

"You're the intern, right? You know, Typhoon is still in recovery. Malem air's not good for his lungs."

"Y-yes, I know. I'm sorry," Yanata regretted.

Typhoon's eyeballs rotate lazily. Again the same reason. He is sick when health is always used as a barrier wall for him. Even if he knew Hali only wanted to protect him, but still not in this way.

"Ck, you're not wrong Yanata. My brother is over. Kak Hali should be grateful because he wants to take me for a walk. Bosen knew being locked up in a holding room. Besides, I also have no why" he exclaimed, irritated by the brother's excessive attitude.

Hali passes a tired breath, his shoulders go down as the ego begins to erode. he is lazy to argue. "Yes, I'm sorry. If you still want to talk, under me."

"So soon, brother. The wind is this soon."

"Neither, come down now."

"5 minutes."

"Flood."

"1 minute."

"Don't test my patience, Typhoon Rabael. Come down now or tomorrow won't be home."

"Huh, brother Hali is not exciting."

"Thank you, but I think I should go home, it's too bad" Yanata said.

"Eh? Do you want to go home?"

Time is only pointing mid at number 8, but the next hour is up from half an hour ago and he does not want to disturb Typhoon who still needs a break.

"It's this, it's cold outside. You can get sick if you just wear it out so thin." Hali stripped off his black jacket, wrapping it on the body of the girl who was much smaller than him. Yanata became like a scarecrow.

Hali doesn't usually lend his possessions to others. Let alone anyone else, Typhoon alone would not be allowed to touch his belongings.

"Ciee kak Hali cieee.."

"Why are you still here? In there!"

"Deed, malesin." The typhoon melted, then it just passed. "Oh yes, thank you Yanata for the tour. We meet again sometime," said Taufan before turning to leave the rooftop. Leaving Yanata who was feeling awkward with Hali's sudden demeanor became ethereal.

"A-anu, the jacket is unnecessary"

"No papa, just wear it. Think of this as my apology for being so bad. And also a sign of gratitude for already nemenin Taufan. I was too afraid that something bad might happen to her again, it seemed like it was just my worry."

"I understand, it's natural that you worry about your sister. If so I go home first, sis, send greetings to Taufan and thank you for the jacket. I'll get her back the washed abis."

"You can return it at any time. Be careful on the road."

The wave of the hand became the final marker of their encounter. And hope, it's not the last.