Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 114

After carrying out its obligation to perform two rakaat obligatory prayers with Reyhan. He sat down in front of his desk. Completing the final forgotten tasks. Meanwhile, Reyhan he let back to sleep because his condition is still weak.

With deft hands lentiknya dance on a laptop berukutan fourteen inc it. And occasionally dance with a ballpoint pen on an immaculate white paper. Accidentally his gaze caught a small bottle that he had already very commonly seen. Then, turn to the bed and look sadly at the man lying there.

He took off all the stationery he was holding. Walk towards Reyhan and sit on the edge of the bed. She gently stroked her husband's face. Combing with fingers hair that has not been combed neatly.

Next to his hand he put it on his stomach which is still evenly distributed. "Papa's will recover soon, yes, son. Let Papa can fulfill what you want" he said, talking to the baby in his stomach.

Reyhan wriggling. Perhaps he was annoyed by his hand that stopped gently stroking Reyhan's hair.

"Good morning, Papa," she said sweetly and kissed Reyhan on the forehead.

"Good morning, dear," Reyhan replied as he rose with great difficulty until he could lean on the bed rest.

"Come here" asked Reyhan with his arms stretched out wide.

"Gee... It seems like this early in the morning Papa has missed you and Mama, son," he said. She approached and hugged her husband.

But, just for a second.

He pushed Reyhan's body and took off his embrace. Close your mouth and nose with both hands. He felt nauseous.

"Why, Al ?" reyhan was confused.

"No smell," he said plainly.

Reyhan chuckles. "Lho, Honey. What are you talking about ? It's only natural that I still stink. I haven't had a shower yet, Al."

"No," he said and shook his head quickly. "I mean, brother is like the smell of rusty iron." He was embarrassed and bit his index finger.

Hearing her words made Reyhan almost laugh out loud if he did not remember that laughing was the same as making him upset and angry. With all her might Reyhan held back a laugh. "Then, what should I do, Al ?"

She put her shoulders down and left her husband. Sit back and fight with stationery and laptop on the table.

"Darling," call Reyhan.

He looked at her for a moment. "Why ?"

"You're weird being pregnant."

He didn't care about Reyhan's words. His gaze was only glued to the laptop screen that displayed a series of writings. "These tasks make me so dizzy and stressed," he got upset and threw the origin of the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"Al, don't be like that!" reyhan firmly from the bed with a serious look. "If you are tired and dizzy, rest. Don't vent on anything else or your belongings. I don't like."

Saddled look. Tears are starting to melt. "Why is big brother scolding me like that ?"

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just reminding you not to be a habit."

I don't know. Pregnant both of these exactly the same as the first pregnant. Strange attitude and always sulking. Wanting something is always preceded by crying drama.

And now the puddles on her eyelids had turned into a torrent of tears. Moisten the cheeks that appear to meet when embarrassed and seduced Reyhan.

Reyhan got up and approached her slowly. Sitting in front of him. Like romantic scenes in soap operas.

However, Reyhan had not yet grasped tightly his hand. He ran towards the bathroom first. Spewing out everything that became his stomach. Being really near Reyhan made him feel a very severe nausea.

"Darling, are you okay ?"

He raised his hand into the air. Gesticulating that Reyhan would not approach her. "I beg you not to come near me, brother. I'm powerless with the scent of your body" he said, wiping away the remaining water he used to clean his mouth.

Understand the change in the face of her husband. He tried to smile sweetly. "I'm fine, honey. This kind of thing is common in pregnant women. Brother take it easy."

"Darling? I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable like that."

He nodded and smiled. "I want out. Can you give me a little way ?"

Reyhan quickly stepped aside and clung to the wall of the room. He looked at Reyhan. She wanted to help the man who was her husband. But what is power. Her pregnancy made her unwilling to just be a spectator.

"So, just rest. I'll go downstairs and make breakfast for brother. And come back here again" he said softly.

Reyhan nodded. Slowly move towards the bed. And he's just glued. Standing up watching her husband's hard work reach the bed.

He bit his lower lip. Not able to see Reyhan's condition is increasingly declining. In fact, the body that was once strapping and athletic now seems to take care of. His face looks so strong.

"Oh!"

His ears caught with Reyhan's voice breathing roughly. She looked at her husband who was trying again to lay down his body.

Not much different from what Reyhan felt. He was sad and felt useless. She has not been able to be a good wife to her husband.

"Don't look at me like that, Al. I'm fine" said Reyhan and woke him from a reverie he had created himself.

"What do you want breakfast for ? Let me make it later."

"anything. The origin of my beautiful wife," Reyhan replied and blinked one eye.

"Morning has seduced me." He laughed a little. Also followed by Reyhan.

"I'll go down first. Rest."

She snatched her Instagram hijab. Passing from the room and down the stairs one by one.

"By!" call Mama when her foot steps on the last ladder.

He looks. "Yes, Ma."

"Where are you going ?" Mom is getting closer.

"To kitchen. Nadhira wants to make breakfast for Reyhan's sister."

"Don't do a lot of activity, yeah, kid. Your content is still vulnerable" Mama advised.

"Yes, Ma. This is Nadhira just making breakfast. No heavy activity" he said and chuckled.

"We cook together, yeah, Ra. It's been a long time since the miscarriage." Mom spoke carefully. Just be afraid if his words offend his daughter-in-law.

"By, Ma. Come on!" reply with excitement without being accompanied by sadness despite being reminded Mama about the incident of losing her baby.

She held Mama's hand with her pamper. Take him to the kitchen. Checking the stock of vegetables that he can magic into delicious food with Mama.

"Mama's vegetable soup seems to taste delicious eaten warm early in the morning like this."

"good. Let's make some vegetable soup. Let your granddaughter be healthy in there too" said Mama with eyes that glanced at her daughter-in-law's stomach.

"Ready, Commander," he replied in the style of a soldier respecting his superior.