Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 139

"Al!"

The girl's head was raised. He heard Reyhan's weak voice calling him from the next room, the dining room. Nadhira wiped away the tears that were still flowing profusely.

"Sir Reyhan called Nadhira, huh, Ma?" ask the girl to make sure.

Mama nodded. "Then Reyhan to the dining room. Mama and Papa will catch up with you."

"Yes, Ma." The girl got up and moved her legs slowly.

"By!" call Mama.

Steps ceased. He looked back. "Why, Ma?"

"Remove your tears. Don't let Reyhan see it. Mama's sure Reyhan doesn't like to see you cry."

The girl smiled sweetly and nodded. Do tell Mama to remove the remains of tears. Then, step back and disappear behind the wall that became the divider of the family room with a dining room.

The only people left in the dining room were Papa and Mama. That's where my mom spilled her grief. In front of the children and his son-in-law. The middle-aged woman always looked tough. In fact, deep down inside her heart. He was even more devastated to see his eldest son with the condition he is in now.

The woman cried in the arms of her husband. The only place he could rely on to complain. Complain all her feelings. "Pa, why don't we just take Reyhan abroad for treatment? Mama can't see her condition."

"Yes, Ma. But, Mama calm down first. Later Papa will persuade Reyhan."

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"Sit here, Al," said the pale-faced man with a hand that patted the living room sofa softly.

Nadhira's. The girl shuddered for a moment. He was glued with my eyes fixed with that clear-looking curve. A pale face and lips that were throwing a smile at him.

"What's up, honey? Come here!" reyhan said again. This time he waved his hand.

Nadhira's head shook. "There's nothing. I'm just enjoying our son's movements in here" the lie pointed at the protruding belly.

"I want to feel it too, Al."

The girl stepped onto the sofa that her husband was sitting on. "Excuse me, Farhan," he said as he passed by his sister-in-law who was also sitting on the sofa next to Reyhan.

Farhan nodded his head. He looked at the girl with pity. He could not imagine how his brother-in-law felt. "Sister, Farhan go to the room first, yes," said Farhan. He could not see the weak body next to him.

"Later first. Someone wants you to talk about. It's important, Brother."

"Oh, well, brother," replied Farhan resignedly. Then, he bowed to play his phone while waiting for the arrival of Papa and Mama.

Reyhan. The man embraces Nadhira's body. He kissed his wife repeatedly. Also his hand that did not stop holding the growing stomach.

Slowly Reyhan got off the sofa.

"Don't!"

"It's okay" she replied with a sweet smile. He sits under the couch. Faced with Nadhira's stomach. He kissed that distended stomach full of love.

"Hi! How's Papa's son doing?" sweep it gently. He took a long breath. Trying to normalize his breathing that began to irregular.

"Well, I hope you're okay, yeah, son. Thank you for being strong and always accompany Mama who often Papa bothered. Quickly born, my little angel. Let someone help you take care of Mama." The words just flowed from Reyhan's lips. It didn't feel like he was even sobbing by himself. His heart was broken considering his dire condition in the middle of his pregnant wife. He should have been a standby husband. Not even troublesome.

He hugged Nadhira's little body again. Shed her tears there.

"Look, Son. Your father is so crybaby," said Nadhira melted the atmosphere. He was trying hard not to cry.

"I'm sorry, Al. Ii'm sorry. I've been troubling you a lot."

"No why. That has become my duty as a wife. Now sit on top. That's Papa and Mama already coming."

Reyhan immediately wiped his tears and sat back on the sofa.

He reopened his voice. "Because, everyone's gathered here. There is something Reyhan wants to tell Papa, Mama and you are Farhan, too" he said, turning to Farhan who was still down.

Nadhira clasped her husband's hand. Giving strength while trying to calm the man beside him.

"I'm sorry for what, brother?" ask Papa trying hard.

"I'm sorry Reyhan hasn't been able to be a proud child and hasn't succeeded. Sorry for not being able to make Papa and Mama happy. And sorry," he paused. That sounds sad. It makes the heart hear it.

"I'm sorry that it's been a lot of trouble and trouble for all of you because of Reyhan's condition. Forgive Reyhan, Pa, Ma." There were thousands of regrets in every sentence of the man.

No one spoke up. Except, Mama and Nadhira are already sobbing.

"Pa, Reyhan will leave Reyhan's responsibilities in the company to Farhan. Can you, yeah, Pa?"

Papa and Farhan of course threw confused gazes at each other.

"Reyhan wants to spend the rest of Reyhan's life at home. Gather with all of you. Besides, there's nothing else you can expect from Reyhan."

Papa smiled at his eldest son. "Don't talk like that, there's a lot of things you've been doing. Papa is sure you can get through this. And you're not alone, son. We're all with you."

Papa breathed a heavy breath. "If you want to hand over the position to Farhan on the grounds of your health. Of course Papa will be very supportive. Papa wants you to focus on your health. And Papa is also sure your sister can definitely replace your position well."

"But Farhan has not been able to do anything, Pa, Kak" Farhan lamented.

"Later brother will accompany you. Just chill. Brother has really given up. I can't do anything anymore, Farhan. You're the only one you can expect to help Papa."

The grim talk of the man was heard again. "I'm sorry Reyhan, Pa, Ma. Pardon Reyhan," he said guiltily.

The whole room could no longer contain their tears. Everyone is sobbing.

No exception the faithful girl clasped Reyhan's hand tightly. Issue restrained. Tight chest. His lungs were unable to pump the air properly.

"You're not wrong, Reyhan! Why apologize? Huh uh?" Mama's emotions were completely shaken at the words of her eldest son.

"Ma, don't be mad at Reyhan, Ma. Mama doesn't feel sorry for Mama's sick child?" ask Reyhan iba.

Reyhan's heavy voice with his sentence made Nadhira sobbing even more. Her chest is getting tighter. The girl adjusted her breathing slowly in the middle of her sobbing. He tightened his grip on Reyhan's hand.

I feel something different about his wife. Reyhan turned his gaze with eyes that were still wet.

"Al," he called her soft.

The girl flinched. He was still trying to catch his breath slowly.

"Al, what's wrong with you?" Reyhan's worried about not playing.

"Why, Reyhan?" ask Mom and Dad almost simultaneously.

Reply wanted. The girl next to him fell down first, unconscious with her head falling right on the chest of her field. Reyhan's scared. "Dear, wake up, baby."

"Ma, Mum. Please my wife" the man's cry broke.

Papa, Mama, and Farhan approached.

"Mama, please Aleea, Ma."

Without thinking long. Papa lifted up his daughter-in-law's body. "We're going to the Hospital. Farhan's got a car, son," Papa said, taking Nadhira out.

Mama tried to calm Reyhan down. "Swimming, Son. Nadhira must be fine."

"Look, Ma. Reyhan is no longer reliable. In fact, when Reyhan's wife was sprawled helplessly like that. Reyhan can't do anything" he said, laughing heartily.

"Ma, Aleea's fine, isn't she, Ma?"

Mama just nodded and looked at her child's pity. He brought Reyhan's head into his warm embrace.

"Reyhan is completely useless, Ma," he said.