Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 27: Under Heaven
Promise fulfilled. Afternoon repeatedly witnesses their secretly longing encounters with each other. Like today, a meeting that was said yesterday was presented, "Hi! How are you?" while the rigid gesture shyly overshadowed the word greeting.
Found on Taehyung, a red hue was splattered on his white face, not a remnant of the effect of the wine he had drunk last night, but a form of awkwardness, when the wooden door creaked, opened from the inside, by the very much anticipated woman.
Arbei, the scent traversed the air, infiltrating his senses, as the girl's body appeared before Taehyung. The sweet fragrance that Sohyun brought brought brought with him a magical feel. 'Her unconnected brain strings words. So, on his stuttering tongue, the standard word floated slightly stammering, "Hi, how are you?"
"My news is always good." Answered Sohyun who added a few times staring at the face of the adult man.
Three words. A form of answer from Sohyun is enough to give power for him to widen the frame of the smile box on his face. "I'm not late, am I?" He glanced at his Rolex watch. Sohyun who was asked shook his head. A gust of relief knowing time was slowing down, Taehyung thought.
"I know you're very busy. It doesn't matter if you come late. I will definitely wait without protest."
"Geez, why is my friend so understanding? I feel bad."
The girl in front of him chuckled, glancing at his berserk face, towards Taehyung who was unfettered from Sohyun's main attention. But it did not last long, when the man sharpened his eyesight. Taehyung pondered for a while, looking at Sohyun. Observing something that disturbs his curiosity. Her eyes focused on judging Sohyun, "You're sleep deprived. Did you just cry? What happened to your skin?"
Taehyung's words were like pieces of a brisan bomb that went through his heart. Sohyun was surprised, but not so obvious. That's as smart as Sohyun in locking up the picture of his mood. It must be because of the dark circles around his eyes and skin color, so Taehyung asked so curious.
"Not that, it may be the effect of blood accumulating around the eyes. Moreover, my skin is thin."
Taehyung's head must understand. He was also worried that Sohyun was experiencing hyperpigmentation. Hopefully wrong, it could be that the rash and skin of Sohyun that looks slightly yellowed is not a bad sign. Taehyung was silent, at his perverted thinking, there was no way Sohyun would be okay with his current skin color.
The cirrhosis?
His chest was immediately squeezed as tight as indigestion. Seen by him once again more boldly, Sohyun also looked at him as if he knew the meaning of his anxiety face now.
"All will be well."
"All will be well."
Sohyun. Repeating once again, not only for Taehyung who began to doubt, but also for himself who was infected with a slowly extinct despair. "All will be well."
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The path to the hill is full of piles of snow. Rows of pine trees on the right-left side of the pale road froze due to the cold temperature. The shoots are perched in ice splashes, forming sharp crystals ready to be broken swept away by the wind.
Armed with thick coats, they skirted every inch of the street site. The sky this time is blue. The vast plots never tire of stretching fill the limits of the skyline. The sky and earth are bounded by the horizon. Sohyun was able to see the horizon line from Taehyung's back which forced him to carry the man. Watching Elort improve even though the avalanche fault used to still be pinning down Egort below him. Since arriving in the forest area, Taehyung again hummed a little, filling the empty chat room, sometimes a whistle, just a nananaaa, when I sayup like a soft wind, infiltrate the trunks of old trees eaten by termites or tiny invisible microorganisms.
The man's voice was melodious, heavy and distinctive. Not too high or too low. In music, perhaps Sohyun would classify it into an A tone, between bass and tenor, he called it a baritone, an inward sound that lulled.
"Taehyung, am I heavy?" he asked after Taehyung quit his senandung.
"No. You're so light, and I don't mind at all."
"really? I can walk on my own, you know, I've started to move my legs," I Sohyun straightened up.
"Can't!" Taehyung exclaimed, his two hands tightly clutching a pair of dangling legs behind his bird. "You stay on my back. You can't walk because of me, so let me make it up to you all day!"
How loud the intonation of the man's voice, as if afraid, Sohyun actually came down from his sling. Not sure how many octaves, Sohyun shriveled but still able to smile faintly behind the long black coat that Taehyung wore.
"I'm kidding." Sohyun stopped, his right hand fluttered, rubbing Taehyung's bulging cheeks.
Taehyung let out a long sigh, he did not know how to define his feelings right now. Since Sohyun almost made him have a heart attack because of his bad behavior, Taehyung who this time was rumbling his fad, started the act.
"Woah, how dare you do that to me, good .. well, feel this!"
"Yeah!"
Spontaneous Sohyun shouted, as Taehyung suddenly twisted his body. Taehyung did not even hesitate to rotate while yelling at Sohyun behind his shoulder. Making the calm girl laugh pleading. Begging Taehyung to quit his jail action immediately.
Sohyun laughs. A rare laugh.
" Come, Tae! Please stop ... I'm not strong," sohyun, to the point that his tears run down.
Taehyung felt a strange hissing. Just because Sohyun's crisp laughter echoes up near his earlobe. Again he also had no picture, a way to explain the space of his heart filled with the asak fullness. Shake up and want to explode along with their endless loose laughter.
This was what Taehyung wanted to make for Sohyun. Returns the lost laughter. It's okay if the laughter is just a funny action made, tomorrow, he hopes the girl can laugh wider because she is happy and he will see it.
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The rock stairs are starting to show. The two pairs of almond eyes looked at him cheerfully, after a grueling leg trip, for Taehyung who lasted half an hour, held Sohyun's weight on his back. Although the man did not make any complaints at all, Sohyun knew that Taehyung was getting tired, especially the road to the hill in the form of a climbing road that required him to exert double his energy.
"You must be tired. Sorry to burden you."
Taehyung stopped stepping. The man was silent for a long time, understanding Sohyun. His free head turned, winking a joke with a wild smile. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're not a burden, there's no need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."
For a moment he paused his spoken words. Sighing deeply, before lowering the pensive Sohyun. Maybe think of his words or .. whether it's something Taehyung himself doesn't know the answer to.
The girl complies. Sohyun stood up straight, making Taehyung's sturdy arms strong for him to stand on equal footing.
"Better now close your eyes." Taehyung took something out of his coat pocket, wagging it softly in front of Sohyun who was frowning.
"Closed eyes?" Sohyun's sentence was more like asking at once surprised. A long, red cloth was lying in front of him, being lulled by the rippling wind.
"Yes! Well, according to what I said." Taehyung shifted to the back of Sohyun's body, only to smell the sweet aroma of the arbei that gave off fragrance. "Because the surprise will soon be seen in a moment" he said again.
Sohyun said, there was no reason for him to argue, when the strands of cloth wrapped his vision from ambal buana.
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... and in a few seconds, Sohyun's body was lifted, in Taehyung's arms. The man held Sohyun in front, forcing the woman's hand to hold on to her neck.
"Isn't it too much like this?" sohyun's great-grandson, his romantically bristling fur leaves Taehyung's heart beating. The leafan that was pounding hard in the chest there.
"Let me do it for my future wife."
"Eh?"
The man snickered, drowsy his head so that Sohyun would vigorously remove the wrinkles on his forehead. He knew the girl was confused. But he really wasn't kidding with her words. "Are we not married? Yes, even if it's just pretend."
Sohyun. Something is wrong, but it is also true. To him, Taehyung was never like this, not necessarily. All Taehyung's ways, make them really look like a couple. His mind is now thinking. Thinking of Taehyung's different behavior compared to the last time they met last night.
"Now lift up your head" said Taehyung, banging his forehead a second time. This time for Sohyun to pause from his complicated thinking routine.
Slowly the pair of legs of the young man stepped up. Accustoming the stairs that are always passed every visit comes to the park hill—Enorty.
Sohyun poked his arm, as if afraid of falling, if it did not help Taehyung maintain balance. Maybe the stepped stairs are not too much, but looking at the base of the hill, under which there are rocks and the sides dangle the gorge, making Sohyun wary. He was ready to die, at any time, but not with Taehyung.
Sohyun could feel Taehyung's change of footwork. The man's knees no longer elbowed, turning straight. They had passed the stairs, but why Taehyung did not stop, his mind to count, how many steps Taehyung's feet now from the end of the stairs.
Fifty steps.
That's a sign, Taehyung is approaching the tree house, three more steps, Taehyung will definitely stop.
"I hope you'll like it!" Taehyung exclaimed spontaneously. Then lowered Sohyun and positioned the girl in front of his chest. At first glance being seen hugging— gives warmth among the wind rush—and Taehyung wants to get closer.
"Can I open it now?"
"Wait for me."
Aba-aba is just a complicated reason Taehyung to buy time. Because of what was happening now, both halves of his hands were creeping up, reaching for the red cloth that was about to be opened. The thumb and index finger pull the knot of the rope.
Sohyun closed his eyes, not opening his eyes, waiting for the cue from Taehyung even though the cloth had been lifted covering his eyes.
"When should I close my eyes?"
Taehyung did not answer. I don't know what was on his mind this time, Taehyung was fixated on looking at Sohyun's face up close. He always wanted to look at that face for a long time. Seeing how peaceful Sohyun's face was.
"Taehyung?"
The man woke up. Lekas grasped Sohyun's right hand, then calculated, "One, two, three ...."
Those beautiful eyes of mine were open. It feels blurry, slow but sure, everything is clearer.
"What do you think? Do you like it?"
Sohyun's lips were silenced in this second as well. Trembling at the sight before his eyes. He was not deaf to Taehyung's question, he wanted to answer, just to justify it by saying, Yes. But it feels hard.
He was made to stupefy in one look. His once tiny tree house, now looks twice as big. More colorful.
"You should see the interior inside the tree house," Taehyung whispered softly to his earlobe.
This time, Sohyun wanted to feel for himself, walking directly towards the tree house that was conjured so beautifully by Taehyung's two hands for those weeks. No more wooden stairs that must be climbed to climb to the top, all replaced with a sloping road, 45° on the right side, 50 inches wide.
Although he had to limp in, Sohyun smiled happily. Her tears flowed, excessively, moved because Taehyung kept his promise. The twin bells echoed, Sohyun saw it, still hanging in the same place. As a sign of an appeal for him to come soon.
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Taehyung has been more focused on paying attention, gradually attacked by drowsiness and only woke up an hour later. Finding Sohyun is still awake with his activity makes himself ketar-ketir in the corner of the middle room.
They kept each other quiet for a long time. Not a bad thing. Taehyung did not dare to speak as the woman next to him was busy finishing their sketches. Of all the items he had inserted in the tree house, Sohyun's attention was fixed on the wall of the winning canvas he had deliberately installed near the founding room. The hand of the girl is skilled, not only skilled at taming various musical instruments, God also graces her talent is no less extraordinary. Even Taehyung, who majored in landscape architecture, was amazed at the almost half-finished image of himself and Sohyun. The originally plain canvas wall had been filled with thousands of scribbles of pens.
"Rest for a while ..," Taehyung said softly.
Sohyun's shading motion paused, looking to his left, to where Taehyung's voice came from. "I can't," she refused
"Why?"
"I have to finish it. There's no time."
"Yoot!"
The pen he was holding fell off. Taehyung's call turned off Sohyun's median nerve performance. You guys believe in hunch? Sohyun began to feel it since some time ago, a premonition that was not popular, sagging up to the heart. He's tired.
"I'm honestly not sure I can come here again and finish this sketch." His voice was slow, almost like a whisper, and Taehyung was able to hear it.
"Why can you talk like that? Is it that easy to give up on living? Is my presence not enough for you to last longer?" sahut Taehyung shakes.
Sohyun admits to being greedy again selfish. He would not be able to see Taehyung's face in front of him. The man was crying, more because of him. By her self who resigned without trying more.
Taehyung knew that last night's conversation with his brother made his heart wail. 'There is no hope' as if to eliminate his desire to live with Sohyun in a bond. Instantly, her heart was gathered behind her eager to express her feelings in front of Sohyun.
"I'm guilty of ever leaving you. Now that I'm back, I want to make up for the days we haven't had time to go through together. You can take revenge on me, whatever I'll take, as long as you don't leave."
The woman was ginging. Tongue's cow.
"Gear me!" Taehyung's broad palm grabbed Sohyun's chin. "Don't look down, and look at my eyes ..."
Sohyun shakes. Sohyun completely removed his lie attribute, the girl cried, wiping away the tears that scared and hurt him.
Taehyung froze, feeling the slightly trembling cold hand wipe his clear liquid. The man was equally hurt. Seeing a loved one being overwritten by the strong-wronging cry of a sedu sedan, resting within his narrowed chest.
"Taehyung .. I've been wanting to die a long time."
Taehyung's head shook in disbelief. "What really happened while I was away? Were your days so hard? Don't you think I'm important, just because you think our relationship is our best friend?"
Sohyun. How could he be able to tell his secret all this time, he had long harbored it himself, would not share it with anyone, including Taehyung.
"Tell me what you're hiding from me!" Taehyung demanded an explanation. "I've been patient waiting for you to speak frankly. You've had enough to hide your illness, I hope this time you can be more open. If it's hard to tell a story because I'm your best friend, then share it because I'm the one you love."
Suddenly, both of his pupils widened. Sohyun. Taehyung already knew, and stupidly, he could no longer hide deeper with the coconyolan he made.
"Tell me because you love me .. share with the man who has loved you for a long time."
These words were not demands, but a great plea from Taehyung, hoping that Sohyun would be honest.