Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 115

"Al ?" call Reyhan to her who is still standing by hugging a pillow.

"Hmm."

"So tonight we have to sleep apart, honey ?" reyhan asked with a contrived sad look.

"shouldn't. But, I always feel nauseous when I'm close and smell my sister's body. Really."

"You're a freak if you're pregnant, Al. And your weirdness always torments me."

Sharp look. "Did you think I wasn't tormented, either ?" snapped it.

"Why are you angry, honey ?"

He turned his back on Reyhan. Not responding to her husband's question.

"It's late. Now rest. I'm going to sleep on the couch and you're sleeping here" Reyhan said, patting her on a soft mattress. Get up and stand with difficulty.

Body turned. "no need. Brother, rest in bed. Let me sleep on the couch."

"No! I'll do anything for you and our future son. Even by betting on life. I'll always make sure you guys stay okay."

For what sake ? The butterflies in his stomach fly. Reyhan's words made her the happiest woman in the world. She wanted to hug her husband. Kissing her repeatedly until she gets tired. But, as often as anything. He will never be bored.

And now. His desire was only wishful thinking. Her pregnancy kept her at a distance from the man she loved so much. But, of course, only for a while.

"But, I also want you to always be okay. And sleeping on the couch will certainly make your sister's sleep uncomfortable."

"No, honey."

He's speechless. The weight she felt if she had to let her husband sleep on the sofa in a state that was not okay.

"Oh!" He was breathing rough.

"I'm sorry, brother. I really don't make up for my nausea if I'm close to my sister."

Reyhan laughing. "I didn't tell you that either, honey. I understand that it's just the effect of hormonal changes in your tubes because you're pregnant."

Proud to have such an understanding man. Although occasional small and silly debates made him feel annoyed at Reyhan. But, he was sure that it was just spices on his household trip.

"You go to sleep, Al. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll do it for you." Reyhan went to the sofa near the door.

"Sister!"

"Why, dear ?" Reyhan.

"Accuperate better. Pity our son has missed your caress," he said with a smile.

"Our son or his mother, Al ?" goda Reyhan's.

He frowned and threw the pillow he was holding towards Reyhan. "You're such a bitch, Reyhan!" He hit his feet. To vent Reyhan's frustration.

"Dear, don't be like that. Remember you're pregnant young" Reyhan advised with a million worries.

He doesn't care. He moved towards the bed. Landed his body there.

"Throw the pillow at me" he said with the lips he had soaked.

"Take it yourself. Who told you to throw this pillow at me." Reyhan teased her more and more. And slowly Reyhan walked limped up to the sofa near the door.

The more upset he was made by Reyhan. Unable to resist frustration. Her crying just broke. Her crying voice filled the room. That caught Reyhan's attention.

"Al don't cry like that!"

It's not just Reyhan. Mama suddenly opened the door and just walked in without excuse. There was clearly an aura of worry on Mama's wrinkled face. "What's up, Reyhan ? Why is Nadhira crying like that ?"

After being aware of the position of both. Mom is shocked not to play. "What is going on with you guys ? Until sleep apart like that."

Both silent. Throwing one another.

"Rayyhan! Nadhira!" snapped Mama.

The crying that had filled his room now disappeared immediately after hearing Mama's scream.

"Explain to Mama what happened?!" Mama stood between them with her waist.

"Mama sit down first."

"Yes, Ma. Reyhan will explain. But, sit down."

Mom sat on the edge of the bed. Near Nadhira who is still bowed with the occasional sobs created.

"Mom don't misunderstand me. We're fine."

"Then ?"

"Just Nadhira doesn't like to smell Reyhan's body. Probably because Nadhira is pregnant. Being near Reyhan made him nauseous. Poor Reyhan saw it, Ma. That's why Reyhan chose to sleep on the couch."

"Oh," replied Mama understood. Mama turned to look at him who was sitting still by hugging his knees.

"Well, this is Mama's daughter-in-law why are you crying ?"

This time Reyhan chuckled. "Mama doesn't know. Mama's daughter-in-law was a whiny girl," sneered Reyhan who got a sharp look.

"Rayyhan! Don't be like that. You should have seduced your wife. Don't let her cry like this."

Reyhan only shook his head with a small laugh. "Just accompany your favorite daughter-in-law Mama sleep there. Reyhan wants to rest first" said Reyhan and laid his body on the sofa.

"Based on a disobedient husband" she sibir.

"Already, Son. It's been. Now you also rest, yes, Ra. So that you're always healthy."

He nodded.

"Mama stay in the room, yeah, honey. If there's anything. Don't wake Mama up."

"Yes, Ma. Thanks."

He looked at Mama's back which was moving away. After Mom drowned behind the door. His gaze turned to the man lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. Peace she saw her husband.

"Remain good, my husband. My son and I need you in every second and breath. You are everything to us. I love you, Papa."

His body he laid. He looked at Reyhan occasionally. Make sure her husband is fast asleep and in a comfortable position.

It was hard for him to sleep. He used to fall asleep in Reyhan's arms every night.

He's back jerking. When Reyhan coughed repeatedly.

"Sister," he called. "So why ?"

He got up and stepped with a glass of water that he always prepared on the bedside table. He does not care about the nausea that will attack him if it is close to Reyhan.

"Wakeup! Drink first" he said with a nose he covered.

Reyhan took over the water-filled glass from his hand. Drink half of the glass.

"Go back to bed, Al. Pity you must endure such nausea."

"No. I'm doing fine. I can hold it in," he replied with a smile.

"Don't push yourself, honey."

He shook. "Darling," he called me soft.

"Hmm."

"Sleep with me. I can't sleep if I don't hug my sister."

"What about your nausea, Al ?"

"I'm doing fine. Brother don't worry."

He helped Reyhan stand up. Lead him back to his bed. He soon followed.

"Al, my chest feels depressed if it's lying like this. It's as tight as it feels" Reyhan lamented.

Her tears suddenly fell. "So don't want what position ? Let me help you," he said attentively.

"I'll just lean on it, yeah, honey."

He nodded. "Yes Allah. Give healing to my husband. I can't see it like this any longer."

He stared at Reyhan's chest that rose and fell irregularly. "Sleep. I'll accompany you here." She held her husband's hand tightly. Handled until Reyhan fell asleep in a leaning position.