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The sound of water droplets showering the roof of his house, followed by the thunder roaring through the sky, made the young boy in blue pajamas wake up from his slumber.
His eyelids blinked, processing the cause of his awakening until another sound of thunder fully woke him up. Unconsciously, he hugged the whale plushie tighter.
'Storm...' he bitterly thought, looking at the covered windows flashing a few times from the thunder.
Oh, how he hates how loud it sounds.
He takes a glance at his twin, hoping he also gets woken up by the storm. Hoping for comfort. But as expected, the boy in red pajamas is still sound asleep in his own bed.
He curled tighter under his blanket, pressing his plush whale against his chest, willing the storm to disappear. But one more big roar, and his tears finally broke out.
"A-Abang..." he sobs as his arm around the plushie tightens. His six-year-old body moves to get up from his bed, walking out of his and his twin's bedroom.
His shuddering legs keep moving through the dimly lit corridor, freezing each time another thunder strikes down until he reaches one particular room.
His palm grips the door handle and pushes it down, opening the door to his Abang's room.
"Abang Oboi?" he calls with his wavering voice as his gaze locks onto the teenager sitting at his desk with the light on.
The said Abang Oboi stops his hand, which is in the middle of screwing a piece of another one of his inventions, and looks toward the door, seeing the familiar face filled with fear.
"Ice?" Hearing his big brother call his name, he finally walks inside the room, toward the teen. "What's wrong, buddy?"
Boboiboy immediately picks Ice up, placing him on his lap, his index fingers wiping the wet face of his little brother.
"Thunder... too loud," he says, still sobbing.
Boboiboy lets out a sigh as he pats the six-year-old's head. "The thunder woke you up?"
A nod confirming his guess makes him decide to finally pull the boy into a hug. "My poor Ice, the thunder is mean to you, huh?"
He doesn't receive a response, but he can feel his shirt getting wet. Oh, how it pains him.
"It's okay. The thunder won't hurt you, Ice," he speaks gently as his hand moves to pat his little brother's head. "Your Abang is here; he won't let you get hurt."
"Really...?" Ice murmurs, still hiding his face in his brother's chest. He then receives another pat on the head before Boboiboy pulls away so he can see his brother's face. "Has this Abang ever lied to you?"
"...Well, you lied to Blaze about broccoli tasting like Tok Aba's Ice Choco."
Boboiboy lets out a fake cough. "Okay, maybe one time I lied."
Ice looks at his big brother's face, seeing him look guilty about the accident—the funny accident—and somehow, he can't help but feel calm.
"It's okay, Abang. I still trust Abang's words." Ice moves his body forward, inviting himself into the comfort of his big brother.
"Can I sleep with Abang tonight?" Ice asks, making Boboiboy chuckle fondly at the fifth of the Septuplets' antics.
"Of course." Boboiboy's hand moves to turn off the desk lamp before standing up from the chair and walking toward his bed with the boy in his arms. "Let's sleep, Ice."
Ice's eyelids can't hold themselves open for long until they finally give up, his conscious state slowly fading. The sound of the rain and thunder can still be heard, but in the arms of his big brother, he knows he is safe.
"Good night, Abang."
"Good night, Ice."