Dandelions

73. Celebrations

Tok tok!

"Yes, stop!" His cry echoed through the house, wishing someone out there was a little more patient.

Hali had just finished taking a shower, when a knock was heard teasingly from the front door. Forcing him to speed up his steps while rubbing his still wet hair.

Ken would definitely nag him after this for not drying his hair properly and letting the water droplets drip on the floor. But he also could not let the guest wait any longer.

he rushed over, grabbed the doorknob and saw who was coming. A girl who stood behind him looked familiar with her bound black hair. Of course it's not hard to recognize.

The girl with it carved a friendly smile when she found Hali's figure in the doorway. "Sore brother," he said politely.

"You apparently. Come inside." Without making small talk, Hali immediately let Yanata in.

Actually Yanata did not expect their umpteenth meeting would happen this fast, not even 24 hours had passed. But even so, there was still an awkwardness that he felt every time he faced Hali.

he never understood the meaning behind that expressionless flat gaze. Perhaps Hali is indeed a person who is minimal expression and does not talk much. Some kind of cool rowdy guy.

Her cold and indifferent personality makes her seem difficult to approach.

"By the way, you just got back from your internship?" That question jolted Yanata. It looks like the image of Hali is fierce and cynical just outside it, originally good and care.

"Yes, that was abis from the hospital came home first anyway. Clean up, keep new here."

"You must be tired. Sorry, I should have picked you up. Is it hard to find this house?"

Yanata shook his head briefly. "Ngga. I often pass by here for practice materials. So it's pretty memorized around here."

There was no answer spoken after, just a word oh that Hali gave. His move led them further into the semi-modern building.

Beyond a doubt, it turns out that the house is quite spacious with a minimalist design. Yanata likes a blend of warm ash and neutral white that fills almost the entire space.

"Emm, thanks for the invitation." Yanata reopened the conversation. He admitted it was his first barbeque party. Therefore, when Hali sent him a message to celebrate the return of Typhoon by roasting meat, he was very happy.

"No problem. There are some friends of Taufan as well, but there is no need to be awkward. You can hang out with them, though I'm not sure they're all sane."

For that last sentence, Yanata felt odd. Not all sane? Whatdoes thatmean?

Their conversation had to pause when they reached the back porch. Facing directly with a garden that is not so spacious but quite well maintained.

"You can join first. I'm gonna change clothes first. What you want to drink Let me bring you later."

"No, then later. Oh yes, sis," Hali turned around for a moment before leaving, just waiting for Yanata to continue saying. "This, that jacket that was loaned last night. I was washing. Thanks to ya."

Hali smiled wryly at the totebag that Yanata offered, "It shouldn't be hard to wash it, but thank you."

The departure of Hali leaves Yanata still languished on the terrace. Feeling very strange because the people who gathered there looked so familiar, while he was just a child yesterday afternoon who just happened to be invited.

Even there, no one noticed. Until he finds another familiar object for him.

"Need help with that?"

The typhoon was surprised to find Yanata standing not far from the stairs. Ah, this isn't the first time. It seemed like the girl was indeed talented shocking others.

"Well, swear! My heart... Why do you like to show up all of a sudden?" The girl chuckled, and walked over. Soon the Typhoon descended after installing tumbler lights at high altitudes, hooking them up on tree branches.

"Ehehe sorry."

"Who from earlier?"

Yanata shook his head briefly, "No, new is also nyampe."

"Eh? Who opened the door?" Typhoon was in doubt. He was afraid that Yanata would wait too long to open the door. The distance between the front and back doors is quite far. He couldn't hear a knock from the front door.

"So it's been opened with Kak Hali." The typhoon then looked up, looking at the empty space behind Yanata. Looking for the existence that should be there too.

"Why?" yanata asked as he followed the direction of the Typhoon, being curious.

"Where's Hali's sister?"

"Oh, he said he wanted to change his clothes first."

Typhoon's lips printed round, ooh ria without sound. "Yes, here I know the others. Relax, they're not all biting."

The foreign atmosphere that Yanata originally felt instantly melted along with the occasional joke of Typhoon hurling. Beyond a doubt, it turned out that they all welcomed him so warmly.

"Hello Om! I know him, too, who yesterday interned at the hospital.

Yanata. Yanata, he's my om he's so nice."

"Well, the guy whose hair is as messy as a chicken tail is called the hedgehog. If you wear glasses next to it, it's called Cepan. He's a showman, likes to spread charm. Watch out for the dimodusin. If the guy who wears a hoodie is less material it's called a stove, his hobby makes a riot. I'm not sure he's doing this. I'm afraid I'm burning it all out." That's how Typhoon introduced his friends.

A little sarcastic, but believe me, the closer a friendship is, the boundary between insolent and self-destructive as if there was no distance.

Tell me the little Arga's lay, landing right on the tubers, "Who did you say chicken tails?"

"God! Cupu! A delicious hoodie lacking ingredients. Here's the name, hoodie sleeveless. Tau? BTW, we are both troublemakers yes, so do not be pretentious to put your innocent face," said Leon as he approached.

"What the fuck? How dare a keroyokan. One-one dong!"

"You envy my fondness, said the boss. Cool cool name as good as you just change to Cepan." Sevan deliberately won over Typhoon, shifting his position away from Yanata. "Hello lady, my name is Sevan. It's good to know you."

Well... Although the word 'dimodined' is proven now.

"This one creature speaks strangely, do not be horrified. Perverted. Oh yes, I'm Arga. And he's Leon. Hello to you."

"Huweh, why am I the one who got it!?" Not accept Typhoon getting blasphemed

Yanata who did not know how to behave, could only condone a slightly forced smile. "Ha-hello, my name is Yanata."

Now he understands why Typhoon gave strange names to his friends. Because it's weird. Ah, he remembered Hali's words.

And during that time he just fell silent clumsily, listening to the useless quarrels between the men until a gentle pat on his shoulder drew his attention. A girl with a pink hijab parsed a sweet smile towards him.

"Throughts win too? I know, my name is Yasha. Not a classmate anyway, but still one class."

Yanata thought she was the only woman here. Luckily the girl said hello first. "Ah, my name is Yanata."

"Where are you going to school?"

"Partner Medica."

"Oh, that's an elite school. You're a nurse major?" The question was answered by a brief nod.

While behind them, the adam still fuss over a problem that they do not even understand.

"Tell me, just let them. Mending help me cut fruit for dessert later, yuk?"

*******

When asked one of the most meaningful happiness ever stopped in the life of Typhoon. he will never hesitate to answer the moment with his friends and family. A simple reason for him to endure and be grateful for all the destiny lines that God planned for him, even though it was bitter.

There will always be those who lend a shoulder, extend a hand, smile with him. For him, all of that was more than enough.

"What are you doing here?" Hali came up with a fresher appearance with just a black t-shirt and casual pants. Staring annoyed at the sister who did not ignore him because it was too cool to flip the meat.

"Kak Hali what the hell!?" shouted Typhoon who did not accept when the meat clamp in his hand was taken away.

"You can't be here. Much smoke. Just sit there. I'll call you when everything's ready." Typhoon clucked in annoyance. He wanted to make a rebuttal, but he never forgot that his brother was the hardest to resist.

Very lazy if you have to argue with Hali who is already in over protective mode. They were just as stubborn and no one would budge at all.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Why are you there? What kind of seminy keep duck eggs?"

The sharp gaze immediately blew right on Arga who instead of defending her as a friend, but instead helped tell her to leave.

"Girlig. You're the pig." His mood had melted away from the fact that he had to obey the orders of Hali.

Arga chuckled at the thorny answer of Typhoon. He had no idea what was ruining his mood. Had to wonder why the man who was usually filled with cheerful temperament preferred to isolate himself. While he himself knows best the behavior of his best friend is the least able to remain silent.

"Sensi terribly like a girl again comes the moon. Why the hell?" In the end he took his place next to Typhoon. After laying the rattan basket contains the remains of an unused party stuff. Look at people who are busy with their activities from a distance.

"Hah, it's so bad if possessive brother Hali has already been crushed. It can't, it can't. And I have to diem, like that statue's henchman!?" Breath also accompanies the man's curse. It was clear what kind of regret made him unceasingly complain.

If it is like that, Arga only needs to plug the ears, until Typhoon tired and silent itself. If advised, it will also become. "Arga, why Hali, oi?" it broke up after a very long confiding session.

"That's weird. Just got back from the hospital, want to go back to the hospital again got thumped your brother?"

"Ishh, come on! Exclaims for sure."

"No, if you want to get slapped don't need to jump around. I still love life," Arga said as he moved. Leaving the Hurricane alone behind, and joining Leon guarding the fireplace.

Instantly the boy snorted loudly. Bending her face with the lips she raises. "Ish, Arga's no fun. Yes, if you don't want to. I can do it myself."

The box basket that Arga had brought earlier would be his weapon to launch his attack this time. Justjust look.