Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 140

Since the conversation in the living room and the return from the Hospital. The veiled girl was more silent. Talk occasionally if necessary. Cheerful faces and sweet smiles that are always imprinted are now very rarely seen.

Like at the moment. The girl sat on the balcony of the room. Enjoy the remnants of the dew that still creeps on the grass and perches on the green leaves. Nanar's gaze. The sweet tea in front of him had not been shaved at all until it had cooled.

One hard kick was clearly felt in his distended stomach. It made Nadhira wake up from nature that he made himself and enjoy himself. His hands gently felt an enlarged stomach until the movement was no longer felt. Even the movement did not stop making him pull the tip of the lips and form a thin smile.

The warm embrace of a pair of hands with veins that seemed to be clearly coiling on his body. The girl smiled back.

"Good morning" Nadhira said softly.

"Good morning too, dear," Reyhan replied in a hoarse voice and sounded weak.

Nadhira took off Reyhan's embrace and flipped. Sit opposite her husband. He stared at the face of the man in front of him. Her little hand gently swept over Reyhan's face. Tidying Reyhan's hair that looked messy with his fingers. "Wake first, yeah. I'll get you some warm water."

Reyhan nodded his head. He slowly rose up until he stood up straight. "Oh!" Reyhan exhaled loudly.

"I help?" nadhira.

"No need, dear. I'm still strong if I just walk to the bathroom."

"All right."

In his eyes the man stepped with a look of pity. To the many times her heart ached to see the condition of her husband.

Nadhira is not strong. He threw his eyes the other way.

"Al, what's wrong with you?" asked Reyhan who was sitting sweetly on the bed.

Nadhira did not answer. The girl simply smiled faintly and stepped up to Reyhan. "Wait a minute. I'll get some warm water ready first." He kissed Reyhan's forehead.

The girl quickly prepared all the needs of her husband. Although he was a little overwhelmed due to his growing belly. For her duty as a wife. Nadhira did all that with sincerity and pleasure.

"Now shower. I'll go downstairs and make you breakfast."

"Al" said Reyhan.

"Already, Honey. Its alright. Kan has become a duty as a wife" replied Nadhira. The girl knew what her husband would say. If you don't apologize, Reyhan will thank you.

Nadhira hugged her husband. He kissed Reyhan's head repeatedly. Then, comb it again with fingers while saying, "quite healed. I will soon give birth. Let someone take care of me and the little guy later. Yeah, honey, yeah."

Reyhan raised his head. "If I'm not healed, how? Are you going to leave me?"

Nadhira was silent for a moment. Then, smile back with such sweetness. He cupped that pale face. "If I intend to leave you. Why not from yesterday-yesterday only since I learned of your illness? Hmm?"

Reyhan hugged the small body.

"I promise I will always be with you. Don't ever think that I'm going to leave you when you're in this condition. Because, I would never do that."

Reyhan nodded.

...***...

"Sister hasn't finished the shower?" nadhira asked in a loud voice so that his voice could be heard by Reyhan who was still in the bathroom.

Because, I got no answer. The girl placed a tray containing breakfast for Reyhan on the table. He rushed to the bathroom.

"Sister!"

"Sister!" Call again. Fear enveloped the girl's heart. Negative thoughts are in his brain. And without thinking for a long time he opened the bathroom door that was not locked by Reyhan.

Nadhira smothered his mouth. He was shocked to see Reyhan sitting with his legs straightened.

The pale face looked up. Look at the girl who just opened the bathroom. "Al."

"Sister why? Brother fell?" ask the girl worriedly.

"I... I..," Reyhan stammered. He also felt fear as he looked into the eyes of his wife who was already staring at him full of search.

Seeing Reyhan's change in face. Nadhira crouched down despite feeling uncomfortable. "Why?" ask the girl gently.

"The floor is slippery and I slipped. I can't support my body weight anymore, Al. I'm weak," she shrieked with a downcast face.

"I'm sorry I'm troubling you again."

Nadhira put the pale-lipped index finger of the man in front of him. "Don't say that again, yes," he said softly. He clutched Reyhan's frail body. "Now let me help you stand."

Reyhan did not refuse this time. He let Nadhira help him. He led her to walk to bed.

"Sister change clothes first, yeah. After that, brother had breakfast and took medicine."

Reyhan just nodded his head. He would no longer deny or even reject the words of his wife. He felt increasingly guilty for inconveniencing Nadhira with his condition.

He saw the girl who was preparing all her needs. Reyhan pulled the tip of his lips. "Take some casual clothes, Al. I'll just stay in the room. Not going anywhere. So, don't bother looking for clothes for me."

"No! I'll look for clothes that will make you look dashing and handsome. Although..." Nadhira's sentence hangs along with the hand that also stops moving.

"Although I'm sick and look pathetic you mean, Al?"

Nadhira looked back. He shook fast. "No. I don't mean it. But, uh,..." It's ambush. Don't know what to say.

"If only you would say so. I won't be mad. Because, the truth is like that." Reyhan laughed heartily. He slowly opened a t-shirt that was dirty from the bathroom floor, a t-shirt that wrapped his frail and thin body.

"It has. Stop saying that again." Nadhira approached Reyhan with a change of shirt and knee-length pants. He placed the two objects next to Reyhan.

The hair that has not been combed was trimmed Nadhira with his fingers. "No need to think negatively anymore. Just focus on your health."

Nadhira helps Reyhan change his clothes painfully. Just like a mother serving her little child.

"Where's breakfast? In bed or on the balcony of the room?"

"That's it. I am not strong enough to walk. My leg hurts a little. Probably sprained."

Nadhira stared at Reyhan's slightly flushed and swollen feet. Then, he lifted the man's feet up on the bed until straight. He tried to massage her slowly.

"Later to continue the incandescent, yes, brother. Now have breakfast and take your medicine."

Nadhira grabbed a tray containing a bowl of chicken porridge made by himself for everything. He fed Reyhan slowly.

"I'm full, Al," said Reyhan. In fact, the one that entered in his stomach was only a few spoons that could still be counted with fingers.

But the girl understood. She never wanted to force her husband again. Except, in the case of taking medication. He is determined and does not want to be denied by anyone.