Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 136

The room with white nuances that felt depressing for Nadhira. I don't know what was going on with the feeling of that twenty-one-year-old girl. She stared at the tensed face of her husband half-doing the examination by the Dharma Doctor. His hand clasped Reyhan's cold hand tightly.

"Son't okay, is he?" the girl whispered a little.

Reyhan just nodded his head to answer the question that was thrown from the tiny lips nan ranum girl next to him. A faint forced smile adorned her pale lips. Likewise with a firm jaw that tries to show a fine expression. Of course it was done so that his wife was not worried about him.

Reyhan's brain turned back around. He calmed his wife. Later also the hijab girl will know how the actual condition. Of course it was heard directly from the doctor.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reyhan. I had to tell you about the real condition." The Dharma Doctor sighed deeply before continuing his sentence. "After the examination. The recovery rate is only forty percent."

Nadhira looked at Reyhan grudgingly. But all he saw was a faint smile.

"But, that's just my prediction as a medical expert, sir. For the Almighty heals only the Power. So, please, Mr. Reyhan, don't be more pessimistic after this. Keep trying and praying. I will always help you as much as I can" added Dharma Doctor.

"Thank you, Doc. Well then, my wife and I are saying goodbye, yeah."

The Dharma Doctor nodded and let Reyhan leave his room. The doctor with an unspeakable age was staring at the compassion of his patient that one.

...***...

Reyhan's bright red car drove slowly through the city streets. However, the direction he passed was not at all the direction to the house or the home of Nadhira's parents.

His gaze was still straight ahead. He had not looked at Nadhira since entering the car. The man was busy with his own thoughts.

"Sister," called Nadhira with a quivering voice. He was trying to hold back the tears from spilling in front of Reyhan. He was shocked, sad to know Reyhan's true circumstances. But the girl tried hard.

"Yes, Honey. Wh why? Want something else?" reyhan asked with a look at his wife for just a moment. Then, focus on the streets that seem jammed.

"Where are we going? This isn't the way to the house, is it?"

Reyhan laughed a little. "There's a surprise for you. Supposedly, I'll give you this surprise later after our son is born. But, I'm afraid I can't give it to her later."

Nadhira looked at Reyhan confusedly.

"Faster is better, dear. I don't know until when I can accompany you" Reyhan said. His left hand held Nadhira's tiny hand.

"What does it mean to talk like that?" Nadhira brushed off her husband's hand. He threw his eyes out. Look at the streets.

"You have heard for yourself what the Dharma Doctor said. My recovery rate is very little. But, relax, honey. In this remnant of my age, I will always accompany you. Don't worry, my dear."

Nadhira tried to be indifferent to the words of her husband. Her chest was tight to hear the strands of words from Reyhan's lips. Heart aches.

"I want to go home, sister," said Nadhira without taking his eyes off the streets. She twisted the end of her long headscarf. A feeling of sadness mixed with fear ravaged his soul.

"But I want to give you that gift first, dear."

Nadhira looked at her husband. "I don't need a gift. I need to go home and rest."

"Darling..."

Reyhan had not yet continued his sentence. The girl cut first. "If you don't want to take me home. Put me down here. Let me go home by myself."

"But, Al..."

Looking at Nadhira with already mounting anger. Reyhan inevitably had to follow his wife's wishes. He turned around and drove his car at the speed of heading home.

"Yes, we're home, honey."

...***...

Without looking at Reyhan. Nadhira got out of the car and passed into the Oktara family's stately home.

"Al wait!" reyhan shouted as he ran after the girl whose feelings were not good.

Reyhan pulled Nadhira's arm. "Don't be like this. If Mama sees, how?"

He's speechless.

"And please don't give me a no-no impression for the rest of my life, Al. I beg you."

The girl raised her head slowly. He looked at the pale face in front of him. His gaze he drowned on Reyhan's black bead.

"My husband is strong, brother. Nothing will happen to my husband. I believe that," he said seriously but sounded soft.

Reyhan just smiled faintly. He pulled his wife's little body into his arms. He ciumi repeatedly the top of the head covered with hijab. "You must be strong, Al," whispered Reyhan.

Nadhira. He did not want to escape from Reyhan's warm approach. He wants to enjoy the most comfortable place. "Lord, is this the ordeal you gave my husband?" the weakness in the heart.

"Honey," call Reyhan softly.

"Hmm."

"I love you, Al" Reyhan said solemnly. But his voice sounded trembling.

Reyhan tightened his embrace on that small body.

While Nadhira can no longer hold back tears that had been inundated. The clear circle spilled over the shirt that her husband wore.

The next second, the girl's brain turned back the pieces of events where Mom advised her affectionately, also with full hope. He remembered Mama's words. "You are strong, yes, son. If you are not strong enough to accept this reality. How can you strengthen Reyhan?"

He took off Reyhan's embrace. She took both of her husband's hands. Look at him with a big smile. "Whatever happens to the front. We're going through it together, yeah, honey," he said. He once again wanted to shed tears in front of the man he loved so much. But, undo. He will remain strong, he willed.

Nadhira stared at the circular object on his left wrist. Then, look back at Reyhan. "It's time to take the medicine. Let's go in."

Reyhan. "Why else take the medicine if it doesn't work in the end?"

"Efforting first doesn't hurt, does it? Forgotten, yes, by what the Dharma Doctor said earlier? Hmm?"

Reyhan. He felt his hand being pulled by Nadhira. And all he could do was follow where the steps of the girl before him were.

Unknown to Reyhan. Nadhira's tears returned. She recalled the words of the Dharma Doctor about her husband's condition.

In his heart he spoke to a small, well-developed creature in his womb. "Son, pray Papa's food is always fine, yes, dear. Help your mom to be strong too. Because, you are the only one you can ask for help to strengthen Papa."

"Nadhira. Reyhan. What's the matter?"