Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 143

Reyhan's chest tight. Heart aches.

"Sister? Farhan is okay. Farhan is fine."

Reyhan was indifferent to his sister's words. "Papa hit you again, brother? Hmm?" reyhan asked as he looked at his brother.

Farhan. He bowed.

A week ago.

Papa's hard attitude still lingers strongly in him. Frequently heightened emotions.

Papa looked at the map that Farhan had given him. It was clearly imprinted with annoyance and a flash of anger at his net.

Plaque!

One hard slap landed on Farhan's cheek. The man just fell. As always. Like little Farhan, he didn't fight.

"If your way of working is like this, it doesn't take long to see the company crumble!" snapped Papa.

"I'm sorry, Pa," that's all that can come out of her lips.

Because, Papa is a hard man and difficult to control anger. Especially with Farhan. The middle-aged man again slapped the same cheek.

Farhan grimacing.

Not only that. Punch after blow. In fact, the kick got him until the man fell down. He did not fight even though his body was already he believed battered. All he could do was grimace, bite his lips to endure the pain.

Farhan held onto his throbbing head. The pain came back. This time, the man could no longer help but scream in pain in front of the older brother.

"Aakhhhh!" Farhan brutely grabbed her hair.

Reyhan was a little jolted. Surprised to see Farhan's action. He pulled that hand. But his strength is not strong enough.

"sickness, Brother. Sick," Farhan said. The man was already on his knees. Still with the hand that kept pulling his black hair.

"What's wrong with you, brother?" reyhan asked with great concern. He tried to release his brother's hand.

Not strong with the pain in his head. Farhan banged his head back on the floor.

Reyhan. "Good, Farhan! What are you doing?"

"Mama!" call Reyhan as hard as he can.

"Don't call Mama, Brother. Don'tdon't. Farhan please. Aaakkh!"

"Ma!" Reyhan was upset because his mother had not yet arrived.

Farhan grabbed his shirt back. Wearing it to cover up the bluish bruises on his body. Of course, he did it so that he would not see Mama.

"Sister, Farhan's fine."

Reyhan doesn't care about his sister's words. Because, it was clearly imprinted face of pain on that pale face.

"Sister, don't tell Mama." Farhan clasped Reyhan's hand tightly. Blurred vision. And...

The man lost consciousness. His head fell right on the shoulder of the brother.

"Dik! Up, Dik! Open eyes! Please don't be like this."

"Mama! Papa! Aleeea!" scream Reyhan. His hands were still busy shaking Farhan's body for the man to regain his consciousness.

The owner of the name no one said. And nobody comes. Reyhan clucked in annoyance. He hates this kind of situation. A time when he could do nothing when it was an emergency.

"Mas Farhan, this is a document from Farhan." Mr. Amin. The man who spent dozens of years serving the Oktara family was amazed to see his sister's couple sitting on the floor.

"Sir Amin please Reyhan," said Reyhan in awe.

"What's up, Mom? Why did Mas Farhan get like this?"

"Help Reyhan to move Farhan to bed, yes, sir. After that, please call Mama. Farhan is sick, sir," Reyhan said, stroking his sister's head gently.

Without waiting for long the old man with all his might carried Farhan's body towards the bed. Lay the man who lost consciousness there. Then, ran out of her master's nursery to call the big madam in the house.

...***...

"Well, it's over, right, Ra," said Mama. The middle-aged was staring at the dishes that had been presented neatly. He imagined how the children were craving to eat those foods.

"If you want to eat first. It's okay, honey. Just eat it."

Nadhira nodded and laughed. "No, Ma. Nadhira was just kidding."

Nadhira's gaze fell on a father who was running with security clothes. The fathers were moved towards him and Mama.

"What's up, Mr Amin?" ask the girl before Mr. Amin gets near them.

Mama is looking back.

"Sorry, Madam, Neng. Eee it.."

"Why, Mr Amin?" ask Mama impatiently.

"That, Mistress. Mas Farhan fainted."

Deg.

My mom's heart rate stopped. He was surprised not to play. Without saying anything, Mama ran up the stairs to Farhan's room. Nadhira.

...***...

"Wake, Brother! Don't be like this." Reyhan kept trying to wake Farhan up. However, the body of the lying man still shook. His face was pale and sweat increasingly poured on his body to wet the shirt worn.

"You said you didn't want to worry Mama, sister. That's why wake up."

Reyhan wiped his sister's sweat with his hands. He looked at Iba Farhan. He imagined how his sister withstood the pain of the bruise on the body.

"Sister, Farhan why?" ask Mama with a worried face. The wrinkled hand clung to Farhan's forehead.

"Farhan's body is very hot, brother. We're taking it to the hospital, yeah."

Reyhan nodded. "Please Mr. Amin, Ma" he said. One thing Reyhan regretted and made his chest tight was his helplessness. When the younger brother of course needed it, he could even just sit down without doing anything.

"I'm sorry Reyhan couldn't do anything, Ma." A drop of that clear grain fell from her adorable eyelids.

Mama did not respond. The middle-aged woman was sad. Hugely. Seeing his two sons in a miserable condition.

"Farhan why, Ma?" nadhira asked who had just arrived.

"Body's hot. Farhan has a high fever."

"Let Nadhira compress it, Ma. Nadhira takes warm water to compress Farhan."

Mama nodded. His gaze was fixed on that pale face lying with those closed eyes. Then, turn to the bowed Reyhan. Occasionally, he saw his firstborn grimacing. "Just rest in your room, brother. Let Mama keep Farhan here," said Mama gently by touching Reyhan's shoulder.

"It's okay, Ma. Reyhan wants to make sure when Farhan wakes up he'll be as good as what Reyhan told him."

"You should think about your health, son."

"Farhan's health is more important."

"Farhan told Mama he just had a normal fever and..."

"Mama doesn't know anything" Reyhan interrupted quickly until Mama's sentence paused forcefully.

Mama looked at Reyhan not understanding. "What do you mean, brother?"

"Mama doesn't know..."

"Sa.kit, Pa, Ma" Farhan groaned with her eyes still perfectly closed.

Mama turned her attention to Farhan. "Wake, Son. It's Mama. Awake, Honey. Open your eyes."

"To.long Farhan, Brother. Sick," Farhan groaned again with a voice that was more heartbreaking than before. Tears flowed from the man's corner.

"Sir, Brother is here. Let's get up." Reyhan slightly shook that weak body.

Slowly Farhan's eyes opened. He spread his eyes to all corners of the room. His gaze stopped on the netra who was staring at him with those glazing glares. He smiles. Then, turn to Reyhan who is also staring at him. Different from Mama. Reyhan's gaze looked even more heartbreaking. Her brother's eyes were still wet.

"I'm ok" he said and tried to get up.

"Just sleep. Your body is still weak, son."

Farhan is Farhan. A stubborn man. Just like Papa.