Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 138

Dinner was solemn. Not a single word was heard other than the sound of the clinking of the spoon clashing with the plate.

Nadhira's. Still with my glare stealing glances towards Reyhan who was sitting right next to his right. He saw that the man did not taste to devour the food that had been served at the dining table. The man's hand was just stirring up the contents of his plate.

"Do you want some other food?" nadhira asked breaking the silence. His hand landed softly on the back of Reyhan's hand. All the gazes of the entire dining room were no doubt thrown at the girl with the gray instant hijab.

Reyhan shook his head slowly. "This is enough" he replied with a faint smile.

"Then the food is eaten. Don't stir it up like that" he advised.

Once more. Reyhan only smiled a faint smile. Then, force the food into his mouth.

A spoonful.

Two spoon.

And Reyhan put the spoon and fork back on the plate that is still filled with rice and side dishes. He took the glass filled with water in front of him and gulped it down to the toilet. After that, he rested his head on the back of the chair. Adjusting his breath that felt a little tight.

"Sister."

"I'm fine," Reyhan replied before Nadhira continued her sentence. "Continue eating, Al. Give a lot of intake for the Little One, yes, dear," continued Reyhan with a sad look.

"You also eat a lot, Brother," said Mama.

"Reyhan's full, Ma. Please continue with dinner. It's not good to talk when you eat." The sentence that was thrown just from Reyhan's lips managed to silence the lips of the entire room. Meanwhile, he himself just stared at the ceiling with his glare.

Although he felt the ceiling. But his faithful hand gently stroked Nadhira's shoulder. "Eat a lot, my dear," he said.

After his return he met the Dharma Doctor and heard the middle-aged man's words. Reyhan's attitude was instantaneous. He pampered his wife more and more, speaking very softly. When he was upset with Nadhira's attitude, he no longer showed his anger. However, Reyhan always hugged his wife tightly and said, "don't be like that anymore, dear. I don't like it."

"Ranchan."

Mama's call with all her gentleness made Reyhan look away. A thin knot smile framed pretty lipped.

"Why don't you eat, son?" ask Mama attentively.

He laughed a little. "Reyhan's full, Ma."

Different from the wife. The girl just looked down silently and ate the food in front of her with a bad feeling. In fact, the food that previously tasted good now changed its taste. Tasteless.

"There's something Reyhan wants to talk to everyone about. Reyhan was waiting in the living room, yes" he said, standing from the chair where he had landed.

Before continuing his gontanya steps. Reyhan looked at the wife who was still bowed to the food on the plate. He gently elus the head that was covered in the hijab. "Remember! Eat a lot, honey."

"Where are you going?" nadhira asked with his head up.

"To the family room. You just continue eating it."

"Later. I'll hang out there."

Reyhan shook his head quickly. "Recover your dinner. You'll take me to the family room with the others."

"But,..."

"Don't argue with me, honey."

The girl just kept quiet.

Reyhan's steps back to swing slowly. Very slowly. All of the net glances that led to him stared at him wistfully.

One of those who was still sitting at the dining table even grimaced himself. Tight chest. Farhan. The man who was the same age as Nadhira was powerless to see the once burly body was now helpless. He stood up and ran after Reyhan who had just walked a few steps from the dining table. His hand held Reyhan's arm to support his brother's weight.

"Sister can be alone, Farhan. Trust me," Reyhan said reassuringly.

Reyhan nodded. He turned back his steps. Sometimes he breathes out hard.

The man's feet seemed to shake. His left hand was suddenly holding the sturdy wall of the magnificent house occupied. His determination was still strong to continue to step foot into the exit room. Waiting for other family members who are still eating dinner.

Nadhira's. The girl just sat quietly looking at her husband. He bit his lips. Swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

"Ma."

Mama's call didn't distract him. Either heard and deliberately did not turn his head or indeed the voice of Mama did not get caught in his eardrum. The girl grabbed the back of the chair in the dining room she was sitting in.

The other hand reflex holds the growing stomach. In her heart she whispered to her son. "You're Mama's booster, son. And help Mama strengthen Papa too, yeah, honey."

"Sister?" Call the cute little girl while gently patting her sister-in-law's thigh.

Nadhira slightly jerked. He looked at the little girl who was standing in front of him.

"Are you good?" latisha asked with her cute face.

"Of course, Little Girl," replied Nadhira with a fluffy smile that framed her pretty ranny lips. Slowly pulled that puffed up body. Cupped Latisha's face with both hands and pierced through the little girl's netra with her gaze.

"Winning why? Why did Tisha ask like that to sister? Hmm?"

Latisha clasped her little legs. Whispering word for word in the ears of the sister-in-law. "Latisha heard Mama say that sister was daydreaming. Really true?"

Nadhira smiles. Look at Mama for a moment.

"No. Brother is not daydreaming."

The puffed-up little girl nodded her head. "Hmmm. Alright. The word Master must not be daydreaming. Later disturbed supernatural beings," his great-grandson innocently.

The sentence that escaped from Latisha's lips did not stop inviting laughter Mama and Papa. Nadhira just laughed.

"Dik, come! Finish the food."

Latisha just followed Mama's orders.

"Ra, the strong, yes, son. Papa and Mama are always with you" Papa said attentively.

The man who was said to have entered the age of twilight was approaching towards his daughter-in-law. Patting Nadhira's shoulders. "Trust me, Son. God will not give trials beyond the limits of His servant."

The girl had no power not to drip small details from her eyelids. "Thank you for strengthening Nadhira, Pa. God willing Nadhira is strong."

Papa looked at the pity of his son-in-law. Nadhira was pregnant. Along with that, she must accept the fact that her husband's condition is getting worse.

Papa saw Nadhira trying to be strong and strong. Often Papa also caught wet the girl was crying over the situation of the husband. However, he answered with a convincing sentence that he was okay. Papa is proud and salute to see the rigor of his son-in-law.

"May Nadhira ask Papa and Mama for help?" nadhira asked, staring at her in-laws.

The two lovebirds who were no longer young nodded simultaneously.

"Please help Nadhira look after Reyhan, yes, Pa, Ma" he said then sobbed strongly.

Mama whose heart was touched instantly got up and approached Nadhira. Hugged it tightly. "Yes, Honey. Sure oes. And already, yes, son. No cry. The little one will be sad to see his mother like this."

The girl just nodded in the arms of Mama. He spilled all his sorrow on the middle-aged woman's shoulders. "Nadhira is strong, yes, Ma. Nadhira is strong," he said with a so strong sob, which managed to make his body tremble violently.

"Yes, Son. You must be strong. Mama's granddaughter is also strong," added Mama.

"Al!"