Dandelions

72. The house! (part 2)

"It just so happens that you guys get together, there's something Om wants to talk about." From the tone of his voice like an important thing, inviting a question in the minds of the Lavael brothers.

Ethan was silent for a moment. Hoping for the silence that filled the gap between them was enough to give them enough time to make them understand.

The guilt becomes more when the cloudy look anchored there. Although new to know, but he can feel the bond of brotherhood that is so strong between them.

No, they should have understood that sooner or later Ethan would have left. It's just that this news did come too suddenly even without being able to predict Ethan.

"Om knows this is too sudden. Actually Om also still wants to stay a little while longer. But there's a job that can't be handled online anymore." Ethan again voiced his regret because their meeting could not last long.

His heart was also heavy to leave the birthland that had raised him and the memories that surrounded him. But the circumstances forced him.

The unrest that read in the face of the uncle made Hali feel guilty too. Ethan's presence has made him comfortable because he is tired of bearing everything alone. Until he forgets that Ethan can't stay with them forever.

He did miss the adult figure who can accompany and be a place for him to complain. But he realized, he had no right to hold Ethan longer.

He should have known that every meeting would end in farewell.

"With papa Om, we know the condition of Om. We should be grateful that Om has come all the way here, left Om's family and work to take care of us here," said the eldest trying to be a mediator in the middle of this inner conflict.

Ethan smiled wryly, "It's precisely Om who should apologize for not contacting you in the past. You must have had a lot of trouble. But before Om leaves, Om there's something for you." A glossy black card with a logo on an elite company in the middle left Hali agape at a loss for words.

It is a credit card with an infinite limit and not just anyone can have it. And Ethan gave it away for free?

Maddened.

"From now on you are Om's dependents. Although Om can't bring you here, we can still exchange news. If there's a problem, whatever it is, you can talk to Om. I'll try to help." Ethan paused his sentence, just to see his nephews.

"Hey, from now on you just focus on your education. This card trusts you. Use it wisely."

Ethan already knows the economic conditions of those who depend only on inheritance.

Occasionally, his cousin - Tera- did send them off because they felt they still had responsibility for their children. It should also be rarely used and stored for urgent circumstances only.

Hali always strives for all expenses using his work money as a designer to meet their needs.

Sufficient indeed, but certainly a lot to be sacrificed including time and energy. He was not even sure if Hali enough to take care of himself with the busyness of college while working. That fact pinched his conscience.

"Oh yes one more. The car in the garage was living. Om sure it'll be useful for your mobility later." Hali. He feels that everything Ethan gives is excessive.

But can he accept all this? Is this the answer God gives to every prayer he makes? Why does he feel inappropriate?

"Sorry Om, instead I don't appreciate what Om loves. But I feel this is all overkill, what else is this card. We use that money to make ends meet, not for luxury. Honestly, we know Om is here for us, we're happy."

As much as possible, Hali refused subtly so that Ethan was not hurt, hoping that his uncle would understand.

They only looked at each other for a while, before the sigh ended the silence between them, "Yes, this card Om pull again. But instead, every month Om will send money to your account. You can use that money for all your needs. For this one you can't refuse, huh?"

Ethan smiles when no more rejection is thrown. In this way he no longer needs to worry about them will live a shortage, especially with the health of the vulnerable Typhoon. Although he hoped that there would be no more bad things that befall the child, still no one was able to predict in the future.

"Well, Ken's his school's diligent. Denger what Hali said. Don't be naughty." Hearing the advice of the uncle, the youngest smiled, "Yes Om, Ken is a good boy. When will you leave?""

"Tomorrow morning. I've booked a plane ticket for the earliest departure." Then his attention was turned to one of his nephews who had not spoken earlier. "Faan?" call Ethan in doubt. Because the child is still calm with his regretful expression.

"Males, even though I don't know my sister Dad yet. We just met, we haven't been taking a walk together, chatting together, because I was later hospitalized. But Ethan wants to go back" he said grumbling.

It seems to be just him, the only person who refuses Ethan's return outright.

Ethan chuckles, then shifts his seat next to Typhoon while embracing it. "Well, how about we eat out tonight? Treat it as much as possible."

"Wouldn't, I'd like a masakin' om."

"Hadeh, I'm working," Hela Hali is tired. As if you already understand the habits of his sister one if you want something.

"What if we're barbeque in the backyard tonight. This is Sunday night, Mr. Taufan can make sure other management as well as the recovery of Mr. Taufan. Must be exciting," proposes Ken who immediately got the enthusiasm of the brother.

"Ken, you're a genius! Okay, it's decided! Tonight we're going to a barbeque party! I'm gonna take the kids. Kak Hali ngajak kak Khai with Yanata huh?"

"Why is Yanata also invited?" Hali was astonished.

Lazily, Typhoon turned the ball. Basic insensitive. "He is also our friend. I will also ngajak Yasha as well, so that's why Kak Hali aja who ngabarin Yanata. Anyway tonight should be a nice one!" sue Typhoon who did not even question Ethan's opinion and immediately decided.

"I'm sorry my sister doesn't know herself, Om."

Somehow Hali felt himself who had to apologize for all the behavior Typhoon made. While Ethan just laughs, without ever bothering about the desire of the bully.