Dandelions

75. What conveyed?

"I just found out you can play guitar."

A pair of legs stopped right in front of him, making the blue netra turn away. He found the girl in a hoodie, with a hood covering some of her hijab. This time it's mint. Put on a faint smile before moving to the side, sitting on the grass with him.

"Yes can only doang," said Taufan low. His attention returned to the guitar in his arms, setting the strings to produce the tone he wanted.

"If so, try singing one song."

The girl's request drew the Typhoon's attention to turn its head. He is not sure of his ability right now. His fingers were stiff because they had not been trained for a long time. But the twinkle emanated in the girl's eyeball melted her.

"Hmm, yeah. What song do you want?"

"What aja, can."

"Okay, one song. But if the falses don't be mated."

The thumb fused with the forefinger formed a circle as a sign of Yasha agreeing to their agreement. Just by hearing Typhoon sing a song for him, he was already happy.

"If so, this song."

The typhoon took a deep breath. The first guitar string quote accompanies a poem that is reflected in melody and harmony. The song she sang at dusk was warm and sweet. Strange, when invisible, unfeelable and unscented.

Maybe because he brought it, a man full of joy and a smile that seemed never to fade. As if forgetting that the universe once played with his life, scraping a long wound in his diary, almost snatched his happiness.

And gently, his figure was hugged by an orange. The black shadows left behind were like her dark story. Many pairs of eyes are secretly admiring, either admit the merdunya sound of the Hurricane or the story of the plagues that he managed to pass through.

They also want to guard it, protect it so that no broken glass injures his leg, or from strong winds that can sometimes make him fall.

Whether since when, his presence became very meaningful to the people around him. Like it's been opium. Maybe because of the happy virus that he always spread.

But all that, Yasha tastes different. The guitar chirps occasionally sound soft, then strengthen, but still rhythmic. Like something in a pull. Warm, the hum is warm. Like a golden light shining down on the glare from the west. Warm, like this taste.

His figure who was holding a guitar while humming, somehow much cooler than usual. As if bewitched, he could not turn away. Nailing to a man she knew by chance.

"Hibike koi no uta~"

The last line of words that became the marker song has reached the end. The typhoon took off his grip, pulling the hand from the strings that made his fingertips redden.

At that time, Yasha did not understand the meaning behind the sky marble of Typhoon that highlighted it meaningfully. There was a pretty long pause before the voice regained its role.

"So..how?"

The girl flinched. Instantly he woke up. "O-oh? Sorry, I didn't realize the song was over. Real nice. Hehe," he said without being able to hide his awkward laughter. His gaze is distorted, on whatever objects are around him.

His blood sighed, stepping up into his face. His cheeks must have met red by now. That crazy heartbeat, does it sound?

It was like wanting to disappear from the face of the earth after being caught watching people blatantly.

"You like it?"

Yasha nodded quickly, "Like. Real nice. But dear.." the hanging words that Yasha uttered were inviting next to Typhoon's eyebrows raised. "That's a Japanese song, I don't know what it means."

Typhoon's smile is stored thin, "Understand aja use kalbu language. Yuk, it's my lager. I think it's also mature. The smell of the meat makes drooling," he said as he moved.

Yasha was still silent in the same place. Observe how Typhoon's back slowly drifts away from its reach. Leaving asked about his attitude that he was completely unable to understand.

The orange was only left tingling at the end of the horizon. While in that place, the dark sky had completely fallen. Garden lights and sparkling tumblers hanging above become lights in a patch of the park.

"ah! Naw. Don't vegetable don't want to." There is no emphasis in Hali's speech. But believe me, the fork that is currently stuck on his meat has explained if Hali's speech is an absolute order. The aura around him was already

There they enjoy the rest of the day at the end of the day. Welcoming the weekend with warm togetherness. Laughter and jokes are more often thrown. Forget about the tiredness that builds up after a tough day.

"So Typhoon, don't just eat the meat. The vegetables were also eaten," Ken said.

"Not liking," the Typhoon protested while removing one by one the vegetables Ken had placed on his plate.

"You're still in a time of hurricane recovery. Your food must be guarded. Must balance. Vegetables are good for health" Ethan advises.

"I already eneg the same ijo-ijo, Om~ In the hospital eat it already greens mulu. Yes, at home, you also have to eat vegetables. Think I'm a goat eating mulu leaves?" Sahut Typhoon.

Jamb...

"Eat or ration your meat is gone!?" calling for 'Once more resisting, you're done'. Indicates if he does not want to be opposed.

And that made Typhoon squeak for a moment. "Ready, boss." Some sheets of lettuce and carrots that were previously Thaufan waist, he was greedy at once.

Hali just wanted to enjoy his dinner quietly. Enjoying every bribe with full enjoyment. Without having to hear the commotion. In the past month, he could not eat well because he continued to think about the condition of the Hurricane and take care of the Mervin court. So he considers all this is the payment for his hard work so far.

Therefore, he did not want any chaos. Including useless fights. Those who watched the family drama of the ravael were only head bobbles. Indeed, the Typhoon can only be benign if it is handled by Hali.

Talk about tragedy. No one dared to touch it. Of course, they still love life. Especially with Hali with dark mode like this. It could be their mass grave.

"By the way, what is this meat? So yummy. Smell in the mouth." Sevan diverts the chat.

He was curious about the steak that Ethan served specifically.

"A5 Wagyu."

"Uhuuuk"

Instantaneous silence. Half could not believe what was in front of them.

Without thinking in front of them... "The flesh of the sultan," muttered Arga involuntarily.

"Seriously? I wonder what exactly is rich. Or is Ethan going to buy my kidney, Om? It's still good" said Leon.

"Emang wagyu what?" With his innocent mimicry Typhoon asked. Even still had time to feed the meat that had made the people there gape.

"You're gonna be RS prisoner."

"Eat him don't snack. This is one of the most expensive meats in the world. One kilo costs 7 million." Added Arga.

Typhoon gawking. The last piece of meat on the end of his chopsticks fell back on the plate.

"I feel guilty eating this expensive meat" said Taufan.

He regretted not enjoying every mouthful with all his heart. When else could he enjoy a 5-star restaurant-level cuisine, right? As Leon said, it seemed like he had to sell his kidneys to be able to eat the sultan's meat again.

"Udah, don't think about it. Just enjoy."

This barbeque party wouldn't be this fancy without Ethan there. I think they're very lucky. A CEO of a well-known expedition company suddenly shows up and confesses to their father's sister. When their position is at the base of Nestapa. Give a helping hand, then pull it back to believe.

Well, compared to coincidence. They believe the universe planned it. To make them crumble, but also give the bidder at one time. They can only thank him. Even the good news is that things get a lot better after it has passed.