Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 145

Reyhan closed the laptop that he had been looking at seriously. Then, he circulated the view to all corners of the room looking for the whereabouts of his wife.

"Al!" call Reyhan in a loud voice. He stepped out of the room to look for Nadhira who had been away for an hour and did not return to the room.

Reyhan stood near the stairs. Spreading his gaze down that pierced the living room. There no one is seen. Slender. Then, he soon saw the figure of Papa walking with a briefcase. He made sure the middle-aged man had just returned from the office.

Seeing the tall man who was always gentle, attentive and patient made Reyhan smile. The attitude seemed to be just in front of him. Not with his brother, Farhan.

The shadow of Farhan's body with a bruise that blurred it no doubt made Reyhan's heart ache. All this time he thought Papa's tough attitude no longer continued on his younger brother. So, often Reyhan helped blame Farhan who sometimes snapped Papa if too forced.

Now he understands. Why did Farhan's tough attitude appear all of a sudden. He made sure it was because of how tired the sister was in Papa's way.

Papa's treatment that made Reyhan feel sorry for Farhan was when Papa blatantly compared the two. At that time Reyhan always found the sad face of his sister. Then, seeing Farhan waltzing away without excuse.

However, the thing that made Reyhan feel great pain was when Papa mercilessly slapped even a hard punch on Farhan's body. Several times he saw it happen in front of his eyes. And that moment always coincided with him lying weak without being able to help his sister. All he could do was break up with his weak voice. And it happened a few years ago. After that, he never again found such a thing to happen. Of course it makes Reyhan think that Papa's treatment is no longer harsh on his sister.

However, seeing Farhan's condition yesterday made him realize that Papa was still the same. Always harsh and rude to his little brother. And Farhan never told her anything.

"Sir, why are you standing there?" tanya Papa resuscitated the eldest child.

"Oh, Reyhan's looking for Aleea, Pa."

"Your wife downstairs, in the living room again nemenin sister play."

Reyhan nodded.

"Pa, Reyhan wants to talk. Papa has time?"

"Yes, Brother. But, Papa clean up first, yeah. After that we talk."

Reyhan nodded his head again. "Reyhan wait in Papa's study."

...***...

Reyhan's eyes looked at every inch of the room painted white clean that had been designed in such a way. The room that Papa used to work in.

Long time no enter that room, Reyhan thought. Nothing has changed much. Just a few pieces of furniture in it.

Suddenly Reyhan's gaze landed on a portrait in the frame. A family portrait complete with a fluffy smile. Somehow the photo took Reyhan's mind off the back to his sister, Farhan.

Again he spread his gaze to all directions. Until at the end, a piece of the story that made him shudder crossed his brain.

"Sister! Little sister! Don't play chases like that. Later you fall," advised a man with after casual clothes.

Little Reyhan and little Farhan did not heed Papa's advice. The two of them continued to run around with loud laughter. Farhan's hand pushes Reyhan's body and falls.

Reyhan was complaining of pain. He held his left chest. "Pa, sick," she whispered.

"Good, Brother!" Papa panicked not playing.

Farhan only bit on the index finger of fear. Plus the piercing glare made his body okut tremble. "Sister accidentally, Pa. Sorry."

The anger that had peaked to the crown made Papa look at the nyalang Farhan. Papa approached and grabbed his ear.

"Detach, Pa. It hurts."

Not only that. Papa's burly hand landed on his cheek and several other limbs mercilessly. Farhan's loud cry did not dampen Papa's anger.

"You always make your brother's anfal!"

"Stop, Pa!" reyhan shouted in the midst of his pain.

Little Reyhan tried to grab Farhan's body sitting on the cold floor. The body is shaking. He took her in his arms. He felt how the fear attacked his sister. "I'm sorry Brother." Darkened. Little Reyhan fell back.

The room was one of Papa's evidences of brutality on Farhan. Reyhan grimaced remembering that. He was increasingly convinced that Papa often did it without his knowledge and Mama.

"What are you talking about?"

"Reyhan wants to give up all office work on Farhan."

For a moment Papa was silent. "You're sure Farhan is able to manage the company as well as you?"

"Reyhan's sure, Pa."

"Not for a week in control, he has brought the company to the brink of bankruptcy" Papa said coldly.

"Farhan's still a rookie, Pa. He needs to learn. Reyhan's gonna teach her later."

"But, Papa trusts you more," Papa sidelines firmly.

"Reyhan's sick, Pa. Reyhan's sick. There's nothing else Papa can count on from Reyhan. And the only person who can replace Reyhan is only Farhan."

Papa looked at his eldest son. "You can heal!"

Reyhan laughed miris. "The healing rate Reyhan has is only forty percent, Pa. And the more days will decline."

Papa mute. His tongue was unable to speak.

"Pa, let Reyhan enjoy the remains of life quietly. Farhan's business, Papa leave it to Reyhan. Reyhan's gonna teach her."

The twenty-six-year-old took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "And can Reyhan ask Papa one thing?"

Papa looked sadly at Reyhan. He nodded his head weakly.

"Stop hitting Farhan. Papa doesn't pity her, Pa? Farhan is also Papa's son. Treat him as well as Papa treats Reyhan and Latisha."

The middle-aged man gave a look.

Reyhan. Then, rest in front of Papa with a sob that began to sound. "Reyhan please, Pa. Let's just say this is Reyhan's last request with Papa." Reyhan hugged Papa's leg with a trembling body.

Papa's heart is full. "awake. Don't talk like that." He grabbed Reyhan by the shoulder and took him back to sit on the couch.

"Pa's."

The call sounded sad, heartbreaking. Reyhan held Papa's arm tightly. Shaking slowly as she pleaded. "Do it for Reyhan, yes, Pa."

Papa's still flinching. Not a word came out of his lips. He stared at the family photo on his desk. Seeing the smiles of the people in the photos.

"Why do you want to fulfill Reyhan's request?"

I don't know what the old man was thinking. He still did not open his mouth to say a word. His gaze was still empty and straight ahead.

"Reyhan will do whatever Papa asks Papa's origin to fulfill Reyhan's request."

Papa stared fixedly at Netra Reyhan. "You have to operate and get back to work in the office. How's it?"

Without thinking long. Reyhan nodded his head with certainty. "Yes, Pa. Whatever it is. Reyhan will do it. From tomorrow Reyhan will be back at work."

"Back to work after you've improved."

"Reyhan's fine, Pa. Really." So persistent Reyhan did anything to take care of his little brother.

"Thank you, Pa. Reyhan went back to the room first, yeah."

Papa nodded.

After Reyhan's departure. Papa was still shaking from his seat.

"What kind of father am I? I should have realized for myself that what I had done was a big mistake and did not do it again. But, lightly I even conditioned it not to be harsh."

Papa monologues with himself. The middle-aged man began to be called into remorse.