Dandelions

76. EPILOG: Farewell

"Yes!"

"God, Yanata. You really want to make me hang, don't you?" The typhoon nearly choked when a clap landed hard enough on his shoulder. This was the second time in a day that the girl had almost made her life detached from the crown.

He was surprised, what Yanata aura was too thin, to the point that he was completely unaware of his presence.

Yanata chuckled softly, it was quite pleasant to see Typhoon's annoyed face with his thin lips advancing like a duck.

"It was a shock" he sneered, then took his place next to Typhoon.

Some had already left the table, switching on the snacks and movies they had played through the projector. Sevan planned it.

While the typhoon deliberately withdrew on the grounds that it still wanted to eat and will follow later. But with Yanata there, he was no longer alone.

"Why not join another?" yanata asked without looking at his interlocutor. Choose to pour soda into his glass.

"For themselves you want. You alone?"

"I don't like the movie" he replied, then sipped his drink. He still does not understand why the boys gathered to watch the Spongebob movie.

"By the way, the song you played was good. You're in love, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

The typhoon looked quickly. He did not understand why Yanata suddenly brought their chat to it.

"Song earlier, you sang it to someone, right? People say, when someone falls in love, his eyes will emit a different twinkle."

"Do my eyes look like that?"

Yanata nodded, "Like a twinkle in the ocean. Someone once told me. When people fall in love, their gaze will change. You can see the twinkle there. And I saw it in your eyes."

Typhoon silent. Just a minute, before the laughter came. "Sok knows you. The person who said that must be single to this day."

Yanata seemed to be sniffing his shoulders, grabbing the packet of potato chips and opening it. "Looking at your response, it doesn't seem to get delivered, does it??"

"Well, your talk is like the ramblings."

"I take that as a compliment. Sometimes with music, we can achieve a person's feelings. But not everyone can understand it. Music is romantic for some people. But at one time it was difficult to understand, even though its existence went beyond words. But if the meaning is not conveyed, it will simply end up being a line of pitched poetry and the feelings implied there will evaporate imprudently."

Yanata's words again silenced Typhoon. Make him reflect on a sense of what is expressed but not conveyed. He wants to laugh. Without even being told, he had already noticed it.

"Why did you think that? You want to be a philosopher? I just want to sing what I want to sing."

"Hmm, yeah. It's up to you." Yanata passed. Take a place next to Yasha and join in watching the movie that is still playing. Didn't he say he didn't like the movie?

Even though Typhoon said so. But deep inside him, his heart was wrinkled. Not completely rejecting Yanata's words. But he realized he was a coward. Who fled before even going to war. In terms of feeling.

The sound of the night beast became his companion on the back porch. His eyes stared blankly at the dark that stretched in the distance. Daydreaming about whatever comes to mind.

"Don't most bengong kak, ntar kemambet." Ken's voice resuscitated him.

The boy came with a cup in each of his hands. Tea is indeed the best choice to warm the body in the middle of the night air. Even the jacket that Hali lent was not enough to dispel the cold to touch his thin skin. But he refused to move.

"Hmm, the tea is fragrant." He likes the distinctive aroma and soothing sensation when the first tongue tastes sweet there.

"Sir Yasha who brought, he said good for health," concluded Ken who then switched to sitting next to Typhoon. Both enjoy a slightly foggy night.

"Remain of Typhoon outside itself? It's cold."

"No papa. I want to, nyari the seger-seger. There is nothing I can do. Kak Hali can't help."

As usual, Hali did forbid him to help clean up the remnants of their party on the pretext of 'later tired'. Then re-exiled (again).

At least accompany him so as not to die of boredom, he thought. But it seems like Hali is too busy for that.

Therefore, there was nothing he could do but sit alone.

No more chatter after her. Let a long silence stretch between them. Until the original tea vaporizes, it slowly loses its heat. Perhaps there is still a sense of awkwardness between the two.

Typhoon is still not used to this situation, although in fact he is very happy to be sitting with his sister. He couldn't even remember the last time they were this close.

Meanwhile, Ken, maybe the feeling of condolence boils down to his bad attitude to Typhoon all this time. Even if his brother had forgiven and accepted it, of course there was still a bad taste left.he himself did not know how to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

His memory goes back to the night that Typhoon risked his life for his sake. Still recorded clearly, every second he will never forget, although it will be the worst memories that will haunt him in a dream.

At least he will continue to remember the sacrifice of his brother. That way he will always remember to return the favor Maybe only he thinks so.

"Sister, I want something." Ken's voice rang out again, hanging at the end of the sentence.

"Hm?" Typhoon turned his head, looking forward to Ken's next words.

"Why did Mr. Typhoon try to do that just to protect me?"

Typhoon stunned. Their views now meet. But he still couldn't guess what his sister was trying to say. All he knew was that there was doubt when the question came out.

Seen from how Ken grasped tightly his cup.

"Why doesn't Taufan just ignore me? Or as if Taufan could just report the police? Why is Typhoon even reckless?" Ken continued his words.

His voice was flat, unreadable emotion there, yet it sounded demanding. Maybe that question has been wanting to be asked for a long time. But it was hard for him to choose the right time. Probably also because of his doubts.

"I have been evil all along with Typhoon. But why, even so brother Typhoon remains... If only, brother Typhoon. Kak Taufan will not end up in gini."

Typhoon gasps. Her breathing choked when she found tears falling from her sister's pair of golden neutrals. For a moment he was seen commenting on a faint smile, before turning his eyes away.

"Over this time, that question must have bothered you huh? Hmm, that's right too. Why am I fighting like that?" he seemed to think, before bringing his eyes to the darkness of the night up there.

"I can't fight as desperately as I would for someone else." Typhoon intentionally gives pause, only to re-establish eye contact with Ken's bead. Then gently rub his head. "But it's different. My sister's the only one in danger. I may have left you in danger much longer. I may have lost you."

"I'm. rather than having to feel the loss again. I'd better risk everything to save you. After all, you're my sister after all. I should've protected you."

At that time, Ken was able to see softly on the look of his brother's face. Hidden behind the bright smile that Typhoon carved. Heart hurts. Even after all his attitude that definitely hurt the feelings of Typhoon, until his efforts to break their brother's relationship, his brother was still thinking about him.

"Sorry," the word softly sounded.

"I'm sorry I hate you. Sorry for licking you. Sorry if all this time, my actions have been a lot of trouble for you. Makes Sis Typhoon sick. Excuse me. Sorry..."

Ken's down inside. His lips could no longer string words together. In addition to passing a stuffing that sounds slashing.

Typhoon grabbed Ken's body, hugged him warmly. Swiping his trembling back violently. Delivering tranquility. I can't bear that kid's been shackled with guilt like this. He had said that his brother's cry was his weakness. He could never see his sister sobbing like this.

"Sssst, stop. I've forgiven you without even asking for it" he whispered, trying to calm down.

he was even more panic-stricken when his sister was crying until as much as she wanted. He was worried that Ken would have trouble breathing if he kept crying like this.

"Hey, why is the cry even faster? Hm?"

"Because of me, Mr. Taufan has to go to the hospital. Sis Typhoon must have suffered once."

"What matters now is that I'm no papa. We're back to kayak again, too. For me, this is enough."

Those words, inevitably made Typhoon's smile unravel, "From the first Ken was also already a good brother really. No need to cry. Shame on seeing the others."

Time goes by without them knowing. After the cry subsided, the distance that before him stretched for six years was as if it had simply disappeared. There are many stories they have shared. Sometimes laughter echoes in between. Everything seems to flow.

Perhaps that is the strength of family ties. Now they are like a brother who gets along.

"... whereas if the proposal is accepted it is quite possible to get an injection of funds." Ken ended his long story with a bit of a cocky taste in the heart because it carried the atmosphere of the story.

But there was no response afterwards, but a subtle snoring that signaled his interlocutor was already deep immersed.

"Well, he's molested his son." Hali suddenly appeared from the inside, just checking his two younger siblings that he last saw were chatting idly in the backyard.

"Well, that means I was talking to myself dong?" gerutu Ken's. He didn't even know when Typhoon fell asleep.

"Move to Hal's room, like a child's soy sauce," suggested Khai who tailed behind.

Since returning home from the hospital, Typhoon had not had time to rest because it was too eager to prepare for the barbeque event that night. How many times have you been warned, not the name of Typhoon if not stubborn.

The reason, 'just gini doang, will not be tired'. If it wasn't for Hali's threats, I don't know what else the boy would have done.

"We also want to say goodbye, brother. It's a shame, ", said Sevan, after making sure there is nothing else that needs to be resolved. Attention was diverted to the two girls next to him. "Yasha and Yanata together."

"Ah, I can pull up a taxi," Yanata refused, which was not too good to bother.

"Danger at this hour girls back alone. Together. It must be ushered into the house" said Leon.

Yanata weighed. It's past ten o'clock. Actually there is still trauma for him to go out at night, especially if alone. He feared that the tragedy of the day would repeat itself.

"They are not sane, but it would be safer if you were sent home with them. If they're macems, break the eggs" said Hali, who knows the girl's doubts. Although then the joke bears a sharp delicacy from the others.

"Yes, if so, thank you for repotin."

Maybe there's a point too. It would be safer if he went home with people he at least knew, right?

"Thank you for the banquet. We're going home, Hal, Ken. Say hello to Typhoon."

Shortly after Khai's white car left the courtyard, the atmosphere was quiet again. Like regular nights. Of course, because the trouble maker in their home has fallen asleep first. Ah yes, Hali just remembered. He still left Typhoon asleep on the back porch.

"Let's have something to change." A soft pat on Hali's shoulder stopped her steps that had arrived first at the back door.

Hali smiled wryly, "No papa, I just. Om Ethan take a break, tomorrow Om there will be a long journey."

"Yes, if so Om slept first. The lights later do not forget to be destroyed. Night Things."

"Om Night."

After Ethan's departure, his red ruby look was fixed on the slick-looking Typhoon. He chuckles slowly. His figure that was truly like that of a boy reminded him of old memories.

He then crouched. Just a high level. There was an uncomfortable sigh, as well as relief at one time when watching how the innocent face was sleeping in peace.

Previously, he had never been comfortable with the stern Typhoon brought with him every time he slept. Afraid that the blue net would no longer open.

Feels weird. When he who used to be the most ignorant person, now turned around to be someone who least wants to lose. But after learning the truth that the universe is hiding and how much of a wound the child has kept, he wants to continue to protect it.

Engrave more laughter on his thin lips. Redeeming all the mistakes that he has been inciting. He believed that from now on everything would be fine.

"Cheal fast, Deck."

*******

The starry dark slowly eroded away when the bagaskara returned to power. Tinkering with golden yellow, burning the horizon in the horizon. Only the moon with its sickle shape remained faint in the southeastern sky. Along with the passing of the night, Ethan takes part.

"Be careful on the road, Om. When you get there, don't forget to." A short hug becomes the end of their encounter.

That morning, Ethan will return after almost a month of settling in his homeland. If you can, he wants to stay longer.

Unfortunately the situation is not possible, with the position he currently holds. His wife and son are also waiting for his return.

"Yes. You guys take good care of yourself too." At least, now he can calmly leave the son of his late brother. After making sure nothing else would threaten the safety of his nephew. The typhoon is also nearing recovery, although it still has to undergo a series of follow-up examinations. But there's nothing to worry about.

"ARGH! Waitaminute! Why doesn't anyone wake me up! Ethan wants to go back without saying goodbye to me!?"

The hurricane came up with his pillow face. Her hair is still messy. The consciousness that was still in the air suddenly recovered when it remembered Ethan's departure.

he even jumped out of bed and ran from his room upstairs to his porch to chase Ethan. Lucky still had time.

"You sleep well. Om did not have the heart to wake up," said Ethan reasoned.

"Yeah, you should wake up!" Exciting Typhoon, ranting.

"So the Typhoon that sleeps like a kebo. I tried to wake up, but I didn't get up" said Ken.

"Udah! Even in the storm," Lerai Hali who began to get dizzy with the debate of his two younger siblings. After this there will definitely be more commotion that will occur in that house.

Looks like Hali needs to poke the cucumber just in case his blood pressure goes up.

"Om Ethan is leaving now. I'll miss my flight again,"

Ethan chuckles. "Yes, are you home? Typhoon same Ken do not be stubborn. What did Hali say. If there is anything, do not hesitate to contact Om. Okay?" ethan said to a nod by the three.

"Be careful on the road, Om!" The hand-drawn carriage delivered the taxi that Ethan was riding in. Go with the promise to meet again.

"Go to the airport, sir?" ask the taxi driver as the car drives.

"There is still time before last check in. We'll stop by here first, sir." There's one place Ethan wants to visit before he actually leaves. Because he did not know when he could set foot there again.

His fingers rubbed the navel. The wet ground that has now embraced two people that he once loved. Make it a role model, before being separated by fate. Then taken away by death. The name of the brother is engraved on a gravestone side by side with the headstone of the father.

"How are you doing there with your brother? Are you guys still doing coffee together while laughing at guyonan dimeh?"

He laughed, though there was a cry that he could endure. He wanted to shout injustice to the universe. Because he only left himself a stick of kara. However, after further delving into life.

He knew the reason why only he was left. To continue to be happy, also helps to keep the things that her brother left behind.

"Sister's kids are grown now. They grow up to be strong and independent people. I'm sure they'll be great people later. Big brother must be proud of them, right?"

While plucking the weeds, Ethan continues to have a dialogue. Only emptiness can be caught.

But he was sure, somewhere up there, his father and brother must have heard it. Watching her smile with him.

"Now I am also a successful entrepreneur. Have a small family that is no less harmonious than our family before. An understanding wife and a beautiful princess. I'm happy with my life right now, so you don't have to worry."

Ethan breathed a heavy sigh. Release the shackling tightness. His biggest regret to date is that he could not deliver his family's departure to its final rest. Even after meeting, there was very little time available.

"Sorry, I can only come here now. I promise, I'll be here again soon. But for now, I'll excuse myself."

Actually there is still a lot he wants to tell, but there are flights that will not wait for him if it is too late. A bouquet of white lilies became a sign of his respect for the person who meant a lot to him.

Letting the aroma tell the story of his life that is not conveyed in the oral.

END