Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 116

When his eyes were open. She saw her husband sitting down and throwing a sweet smile at her. In a black suit. Reyhan looks neat sudan.

"Good morning, my wife," Reyhan said in a weak voice.

"Morning is already this neat. Where are you going ?"

"You forgot, honey ? I'm a CEO. Obviously I'm going to the office."

He rises. "Sister is still not fully healed. Why not just rest at home ?"

Reyhan gently stroked her unbrushed hair. "Darling? If you wait until I'm fully healed. I will never be able to go to the office or anywhere. Because, a complete recovery is very unlikely," he said psymis.

His look was sad and sad. "But, I believe that brother will be healed. I'm sure" he replied with Reyhan's hand.

"It's still too early. Don't be sad like that, Al. I don't like it."

Reyhan cupped his face with both hands. Crashing the black bead with its beautiful netra. "Trust! I will always be okay for you. For our son," Reyhan continued with one hand that had been moved on his stomach.

He smiled even though his eyes still looked sad. His heart felt pained to see the face with a firm jaw that now looks sweet, thin and weak.

"I want to go to Mother's house. I want to tell her the happy news about my pregnancy."

"Yes, Honey. I'll take you to Mother's house."

He shook fast. "No! I don't let you drive your own car."

Reyhan chuckling. "Who said I was driving, too, honey ? Can your sick husband be ? Of course not. Standing still has to be helped."

"Don't say that again, brother. I don't like."

"Yes. Now you take a shower. I'll wait for you and we'll go together."

"Ready, Papa," he answered cheerfully.

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"Have you finished your bath, honey ?" reyhan asked with an irregular breath. Exactly like a person who is tired after running a long distance.

"Just finished" he answered. He got up from the bathroom door while drying his hair with a small towel in his hand. Approaching Reyhan who was already sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to normalize his breathing.

"I made you breakfast." Reyhan glanced at the tray that already contained a bowl of cereal, pieces of fruit and milk of pregnant women on the table.

"Lho ? This is the brother who made it for me ?"

Reyhan nodded his head chiming in on the question. "For you and our children. Because, you two need nutritious food."

"We're not the only ones who need it. But, brother too. And now we have breakfast together, yeah."

He sat next to Reyhan. "Why brother ?"

"What am I, Al ?" reyhan was confused.

"Why is his breathing so irregular ?"

"No. Its alright. I just get tired down the stairs. Your question is like not understanding my situation, Al," Reyhan replied with a livid laugh.

Without permission he pulled Reyhan's body. Hugged it tightly. Enjoying the body scent that he did not like yesterday. At the curve of Reyhan's neck he drowned his face which still left water droplets from his wet hair.

"Never say pessimism in front of me. I really don't like it" he whispered in a spoiled tone right in Reyhan's ear. Her regular breathing deeply touched her husband's skin.

"I've metamorphosed into a useless man because of this disease."

"Sttt!" He placed his index finger on Reyhan's red lips and never touched a cigarette.

"You're still the greatest man for me. The man who firmly and unhesitatingly asked me to my parents. And now become the man in charge of my life. I'm proud of you" she said sincerely and landed a kiss on her husband's forehead.

"Now we have breakfast, yes. The sister in my stomach had revolted asking for her morning ration," he continued by pinning a joke sentence. Liquefying the changing atmosphere of the room.

"Let me feed you, honey. Let me be a useful husband even with this simple matter."

Little by little the food that Reyhan feeds him greedily. "Now it's brother's turn. After this take the medicine, yeah."

Reyhan let out a loud breath. Seen a hint of reluctance from Reyhan's face. "Later in the afternoon I'll take my medicine, Al."

"So I have to take my medicine on time!" emphatically.

"But, Al..."

"No, Brother! No!" This time, it confused Reyhan.

Cry broke. "I don't want my brother to get sick anymore. I can't stand it. Please understand," she cried with the rushing tears.

"Honey already. Don't cry like that."

"Please don't be like this. If you are sick, who will take care of me ? Who will help me accompany our child ? Who ?"

Feeling not strong. It just fell down. All darkening. He was unconscious.

"Darling! What are you why ? Honey!" Reyhan panicked instead of playing to see him who was suddenly unconscious.

"Mama!" scream Reyhan. Meanwhile, his hand continued to shake the body of his already weakly helpless wife.

"Mama! Please Reyhan, Ma."

"What's up, Reyhan ?" ask Mama in a hurry.

"Aleea fainted, Ma."

"Why is it like this, son ? Holy hooch! What was Nadhira doing ?"

"Ma, call the doctor first to see Aleea's condition. Reyhan's scared, Ma. Reyhan was afraid of anything happening to him as well as his contents."

"wait here. You calm down, yeah, kid. Don't panic" Mama advised Reyhan. Although obviously Mama was also very worried about her daughter-in-law.

"Wake, Honey. Wake." Unknowingly, Reyhan's tears just dripped. His feelings that considered himself useless increasingly ambushed him mercilessly.

"I'm really useless as a husband" he regretted.

"Actually what happened that Nadhira passed out like this, Rey ?"

Reyhan looked at Mama with sadness. "I'm sorry Reyhan, Ma. It's all because of Reyhan. Reyhan is not a husband" he said guiltily.

"No need to blame yourself, son."

"Ma, Reyhan's tired."

"What do you mean, Rey ?"

"Reyhan with this disease. Why didn't Reyhan just die rather than live to be a useless person. Be the one who always troubles those Reyhan cares about."

"Astagfirullah. Why are you like this, Rey ? Conscious, Son. Conscious."

Reyhan sobbed hugging Nadhira's body which was still unconscious. "I'm sorry, Al. I always hurt you. Always makes you feel sad."

Reyhan sighed. Trying to normalize his chest that feels depressed. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to be a good husband to you, honey."

Mama could not see the scene of her eldest child. "Rey ?"

Reyhan's gaze turned to Mama. "I'm sorry Reyhan hasn't been able to make Mama and Papa happy. In fact, Reyhan troubles you more."

"No, Rey. No. gabe. You never troubled Mama and Papa. You always make Mama proud, son."

Mama gently stroked the top of her eldest son's head. "Already, yes, son. Don't think like that anymore. Now focus on Nadhira and your health as well. Mama and Papa will try to find a donor for you."

"Ma, thank you."