Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 133

Decit the sound of the door being heard open. Featuring a girl with long hair and a protruding belly. On his cheeks was still clearly imprinted the remains of traces of tears that spilled mercilessly. His face bowed to the man who was sitting leaning on the divider of the stairs with his face bowed as well, a sweat that drenched wet some of the shirts that wrapped his body.

"Sister," call the girl down.

The man she called did not move. Nadhira fear. He sat down in front of Reyhan.

"Sister," call the girl again. He put the back of his hand on Reyhan's forehead. Her hands were wet with sweat that had washed her husband's body.

Reyhan is still flinching. The man fell asleep in a sitting position.

"Sister, sleep in the room. Not here. Not good for your health" said the girl, shaking Reyhan's body until it slowly moved.

Still with a faint gaze Reyhan looked at the girl sitting before him. "Al, are you okay?" reyhan asked with worry that sounded clear from his tone.

Nadhira looked at Reyhan confusedly. "What's wrong with you, brother? I'm certainly fine."

"Thank God. I'm afraid anything's happened to you. Also on your womb."

"I should have asked you, brother. Is my sister okay?"

Reyhan smiled faintly. "I'm fine, honey."

"If you're sleepy. Let's sleep in the room. Don't be here."

"How can I get into a room when you lock the door from the inside, honey?"

He scratched his nape that was not itchy at all. "Sorry," he later tweeted.

Reyhan stroked the strung hair that was full of affection. "Don't lash anymore, yeah, Al. I don't know what to do if you're like that anymore."

"Yes. Ii'm sorry. But now let's get up. We're resting inside."

Nadhira stood up immediately. It is different with Reyhan. The man with great difficulty and desperate effort to stand upright. His hands held firmly on the stairs.

"I help, yes, sister," Nadhira offered.

Reyhan. " No need, Al. I can do it myself."

"But,..."

"Trust me, Al," Reyhan said convincingly.

Nadhira is forced to let Reyhan try himself. "All right," the girl. She looked at her husband for pity. Occasionally grimaced until Reyhan's body really stood upright and perfect.

"Oh!" Reyhan let out a long breath. "Come in first, Al. I'll catch up with you soon" Reyhan told his wife.

"Lho, why? Where are you going?" nadhira asked with a million confusions.

The tall man only chuckled at the question from the plain girl before him. "Not going anywhere, my dear. But I'm going to walk very slowly in this condition. That's why I asked you first."

I don't know why the girl's heart ached to hear her husband's words. Without waiting for anything he hugged Reyhan tightly. Just be grateful Reyhan can still balance himself so as not to fall.

"Sister strong. I'm sure" he whispered with a strong sob and his body trembled violently.

"Lho, Honey. Why crying?" Reyhan gently rubbed Nadhira's shoulder. He tried to calm his little wife.

The girl's head shook strongly. His embrace is getting tighter. Until she managed to make her husband difficult to breathe.

However, that certainly will not make Reyhan ask his wife to loosen his embrace. Because, there he found comfort like what Nadhira felt.

"Oh, yeah, honey. Don't cry anymore. Poor little one will be sad to see his mother cry like that" Reyhan persuaded.

Hearing Reyhan say the words of the little one made him stop his crying in an instant. He loosened his embrace. However, not completely detached. He still wants to enjoy every second of comfort from Reyhan's body that is still covered in sweat.

"The little one was even sadder to see his papa pessimis" he said.

"Al," call Reyhan.

"Hmm."

The girl just nodded her head.

"Now let's go to the room. We rest. It's getting late. It's not good for you to stay up all the time."

Reyhan took off Nadhira's embrace from his body. He held tightly to his wife's shoulder. "Don't be sad anymore, yeah, honey. The beauty is gone" seduced Reyhan and wiped away the remaining tears that could still escape Nadhira's beautiful eyelids.

With a slow step Reyhan stepped. Of course by holding on to the little girl beside him.

"Be careful" said Nadhira. The girl again grimaced to see her husband who was now getting no better.

Nadhira was a little jolted when the movement in his stomach was so strong and clearly felt. "Geez!" he said as he stroked his chest slowly.

Reyhan turned to his wife. "Why, Honey? Is anyone sick?" ask Reyhan to worry.

The girl smiled sweetly. "Your son surprised me, brother. But, I love every move."

"Gosh, Al. Why do I think, honey. I'm also surprised you made."

Nadhira helps Reyhan sit up and lean on the bed. Her husband's legs she let her until Reyhan felt comfortable with his position.

"Sister change clothes first, yeah. The t-shirt that sister was wearing was already wet with sweat. In fact, as far as I know, my brother did not do any strenuous activities. Yeah, right?"

Reyhan nodded. He did not dare to tell how much he had tried with all his might to withstand the pain in his chest. Until the man fell asleep unconsciously with a sitting position in front of the room door.

"Or is your brother sick?" The girl again placed the back of her hand on Reyhan's still-wet forehead.

Reyhan's hand quickly drew Nadhira's. Then, kiss it with love. "Alright, Al. I'm fine" Reyhan said with a big smile.

Nadhira stared intensely at Reyhan. But, her gaze looked sweet, her gaze was so pitiful.

"Don't look at me like that, Al. I know I'm so pathetic now," Reyhan said in a flat tone. Just like Nadhira, the twenty-six-year-old has lately been more emotional than usual.

"You go to sleep first. I'll change my clothes." Reyhan tried to get out of bed. Of course with a strong effort.

Nadhira pulled Reyhan's hand slowly. "Sister, stop. Let me get you your shirt. Just stay in bed."

"I can do it myself, Al. Please believe me."

The girl snarled in the heart. The anger returned. "Who doesn't trust you? I just don't want anything to happen to you!" hard snapped.

"Really, I'm fine, Al. I'm doing fine. I'm strong" Reyhan replied with a forced smile as he removed Nadhira's grip on his hand.

With a sense of forced Nadhira let her stubborn husband. He looked at Reyhan walking in limpid steps. I don't know how many times the girl felt pain in her heart. As soon as she saw the condition of her husband.

I can't see Reyhan. The girl ran small and hugged her husband's body from behind. Very carefully whisper the sentence to Reyhan. "Don't force yourself. If I could, why would I do it alone? I'm your wife and I'll do whatever you can't. Please allow me."

Reyhan. Silence doesn't say a word.

"I never pity you. I know big brother is strong, big brother is capable. However, under these conditions. Let me dedicate myself as a real wife" Nadhira said in a trembling voice.

"I'm so afraid something's happened to you."

"In fact, I'm more afraid if something happens to you and your womb just because it takes care of this sick man, Al."

Reyhan felt a strong slit on his back.

"No. My son and I must be okay. Don'worry. Our children are strong too. So, I'll make sure he's happy to help me take care of his dad." Just when the sentence stopped. It was obvious that the small human movement inside her womb was. Unkempt to make Nadhira smile widely on the sidelines of the increasingly swift.

Reyhan immediately turned around. Then, sit down slowly. He put his ear on Nadhira's stomach. "Why, Son? Mama was whiny, yes, dear," he said speaking to the man whose presence was highly anticipated.

Nadhira just smiled looking at her husband's behavior. He gently stroked Reyhan's hair.

"Tell Mama that Papa is a strong man who will take care of you. And tell Mama, don't cry. Shame on sister, yeah, sweetheart."

Reyhan looked up his head at the black bead. "Don't cry anymore. Shame on your little one, Al," said Reyhan teasing Nadhira. He got up and hugged his wife tightly.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry."