Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 142

After closing the room door. Farhan stepped towards the large glass inside his room. Seeing the reflection of yourself that looks handsome and handsome as Mama said. He looked at the other side of a Farhan. He smiles.

A split second later, the smile faded as his eyes caught the paled reflection of his face. He's confused. I don't know what happened to his body. Lately he has been feeling weaker, less concentrated. In fact, the head feels pain like being stabbed by thousands of sharp knives. Worse yet, the nausea he felt. And spit out clear liquid.

"What's going on with me?" whispers in the heart.

His gaze turned toward the door that opened slowly. Featuring a thin man, his face paled like him. He immediately ran closer to the auction. Then, hold his arm. Helps to walk up to the bed.

"What's it like to be a leader of a company?" ask Reyhan.

"The answers are still the same as yesterday's answers. Because, brother always asks me the same thing."

Reyhan chuckles. "May you be at home, yes, Sister."

Farhan smiled.

"If you are comfortable and happy to work in the company. Brother will calmly take off and leave everything."

Farhan looked at Reyhan. And then Reyhan also realized with changes to his sister.

"What's wrong with you, brother?" ask Reyhan to worry. The back of his hand touched Farhan's forehead. Heat. Farhan fever. A drop of sweat falls off.

"You have a fever, brother. Brother compress, yes."

Farhan shook his head quickly. "No need, Brother. Farhan is fine."

"No. No. gabe. We need to get to the hospital now. Your face is really pale, brother. Your body is hot too. Brother doesn't want anything to happen to you." Reyhan got up slowly.

The frail hand was pulled by Farhan slowly. Stopped his brother's step movement immediately. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm ok. Trust me, please" he said in exactly the same style as Reyhan often does.

Reyhan stared at Farhan's hand that was still attached to his wrist. Then, turn on the pale face of his sister. "You're sick, Farhan," he said in a soft voice.

Still same. Farhan shook his head again. "It's just a normal fever, brother. It will also heal. Farhan just needs a break. Farhan is tired of the pile of work in the office. Perhaps Farhan was not used to it. And Farhan is not as strong as big brother" said the twenty-year-old.

"This is just the beginning, brother. Brother is sure you can definitely take control of the company at a young age. Brother will help you."

"If Farhan is incapable, how is it?"

Reyhan smiled at his sister's question. "Don't psymis! You can do it."

The twenty-year-old was silent. He just looked at his brother confused. His concentration was completely destroyed.

"Sir, why?"

Farhan was still flinching. Ears buzzing. His vision seemed blurred. He shook fast.

Reyhan, who saw his sister acting strangely, sat back next to Farhan. The heavy shoulder before him was held firmly. Farhan's sweat dripped down and hit the back of his hand with a clearly visible protrusion of veins.

Farhan covered his two ears which were still ringing. The problem is that pain feels like a dagger.

"Farhan! Oi! You why?" Reyhan's concerns are mounting. The question he asked didn't even get an answer. All he could catch was his strange behavior and the painful face of his sister.

"Farhan replied brother!" he snapped in a weak voice while pulling Farhan's body to face him.

"Farhan is okay, brother," Farhan lied. He didn't want to make anyone worry about him. Especially brother. He did not want to make Reyhan a lot of thoughts, worried and make his brother anfal again. There was enough pain yesterday. He did not even have the heart to hear the heartbreaking groans of his brother.

"Farhan just needs to rest" he continued and laid his body carelessly. Trying to close my eyes. And hope to ease the pain in his head.

"alright. But, fix your sleeping position. Get your suit, let me put it back in the closet."

Farhan positioned his body in a comfortable position. Take off the suit that is still attached to his body according to the orders of the brother. "Leave it here, brother." He closed his eyes and fell deep into the dream.

Reyhan looked at his sister's pale face. The man's forehead lying down slightly shriveled. "You're sick, brother," she whispered.

"Sa..kit," the man groaned still with his eyes closed.

"Ma... Pa... Sa.kit."

The moaning repeatedly caught his ear. Until the last groan made his chest feel squeezed. Tight chest. Air supply exhausted.

"Don't, Pa. Don't beat up Farhan again. It hurts, Pa."

Reyhan growled in heart. His hands were clenched tightly until his fingers were perfectly white.

"Already, Pa. Be ill. Brother please Farhan, brother. Sick," Farhan said again.

Reyhan's frail hand shook Farhan's body slowly. "Wake, Brother! You why?" He repeatedly did the same. Until Farhan's body that had been covered in sweat was awakened.

"Drink first." He gave a glass of water to his sister. With trembling hands take the glass and drink it until half is left.

Farhan sat leaning against the back of the bed. His gaze was sharp and straight forward. The shadows that once gripped again revolved in his brain.

*Small farhan. The nine-year-old boy roared loudly. His cry broke as Papa's burly hand landed on his body. Not only that. The sound of her ears.

"Basin a bad boy!"

Papa pushed hard the small body until his head hit the wall hard. The boy grimaced in pain while holding his head. Fresh blood is flowing. There was a wound created.

The little boy looked at his colored fingers. "Blood," she-squeer.

Hear that. Papa stares at him the little boy he just pushed. Papa sat down in front of little Farhan. "Your head is bleeding, son," Papa said worriedly. He took the little boy into his car and ran him to the hospital.

"I'm sorry Papa, yes, son. Papa khilaf."

Little Farhan just nodded and smiled. "It's okay, Pa. This is the result because Farhan was naughty and damaged Papa's laptop" he said with a soft look. A gaze that succeeded in making Papa fall into the pit of regret*.

"Farhan!" call Reyhan loudly.

Farhan slightly flinched. His gaze was still blank towards Reyhan.

"What's wrong? Story to Brother," Reyhan persuaded.

Instead of answering Reyhan's question. Farhan even jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom. Her stomach churned. He tried to get everything out of his stomach. As a result, he was only able to spit out a clear liquid. His head is getting pulsating.

Reyhan walked closer. "What the hell are you, brother?" farhan asked with a slightly raised voice. Although still. His voice still sounded weak.

"It looks like Farhan caught a cold, Brother," Farhan replied lightly.

This time Reyhan looked at her sharply. He pulled his sister's body with the remnants of the energy he had. "Open your shirt!"

"What's up, brother?" farhan asked confusedly.

"So, I said open your shirt!" ryan snarled loudly.

"Sh." Reyhan held onto his left chest which again hurt.

Farhan's worried not playing. In fact, now he was trying desperately to hold the sense of skit in his head. "Sister, sister's chest hurts again. Let's take a break."

"Open your shirt!" reyhan's orders again.

Inevitably Farhan opened his shirt slowly. He doubted. He's afraid.

After all the buttons of Farhan's shirt are open. Reyhan pulled him strong. His eyes are perfectly round. His chest was really tight watching his sister's athletic body.

"Sister?"