Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 146

Reyhan's smile expands. He came out of Papa's study with his giant step. Rotating the door knob with an indescribable pleasure.

I need to heal. For Farhan, he thought.

"There's no need to sacrifice Brother's health for Farhan's sake."

Reyhan's steps were choked. He twisted his body and found the twenty-year-old man standing by leaning against a sturdy wall and his hands folded in front of his chest. He saw a thin smile carved beautifully on a face that was no less pale than his face.

"What do you mean, brother?" ask Reyhan pretend.

Farhan stepped closer. "Farhan has already heard Brother and Papa's conversation. Brother shouldn't have to do that. Farhan was used to it. The most important thing is your health. Brother must be healed."

Reyhan. It's limb. Shaky balance.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Reyhan nodded.

"Farhan help me to the room, yeah."

This time Reyhan did not refuse when Reyhan's hand was holding his arm. She put her hand on Farhan's neck.

"Sir, your face is pale. Are you sick again?" Reyhan looked at his sister's face which lately looked paled with clinging.

Farhan was silent for a moment. Then, throw a smile back at Reyhan. "I'm okay."

"If you are sick. Just say it, brother. Brother doesn't want your pain to continue and get worse."

"Farhan's sick, brother," Farhan's great-grandson in heart.

The Flashback

After completing his work check the files stacked on the table. Farhan felt a pain in his head. Sicker than ever. Ears buzzing. The gaze is blurring.

He rises with difficulty. Body's limp.

"Sir Farhan why?" ask Tio who just entered the room that Reyhan used to occupy.

"Farhan doesn't know either, brother. Farhan's head is very sick."

Ja. Farhan prefers to call Tio with the call of brother. In fact, Farhan also often forbade Tio to call him with the frills of the word "Sir". But Tio always refused. As a result, they called each other according to their own wishes.

"Do I need to go to the hospital, sir?" tio asked as he helped his new boss lay on the sofa of the room.

"No need, Brother. It will also heal. Farhan just needs a break."

"alright. Mr. Farhan just rest. I'll go back to my desk."

Farhan nodded. He glanced at his phone ringing. Showing a successful name makes him pull the tip of the lips. He smiles.

"Yes, Za. Why?"

"Mas Farhan is sick again? How come that kind of drowning?"

"It's okay, Za. My head just hurts a little."

"Why now Mas Farhan has so many headaches. Finza wasn't sure Mas was okay. Better check it out at the Hospital. Finza's afraid something's the same thing."

"I'm fine, Finza. You take it easy."

"Finza doesn't want to know. Anyway Mas Farhan has to go to the Hospital. Finza will be friends."

Farhan smiled.

...***...

Farhan was still stunned. His gaze was blank on the white wall of the Hospital ever since he came out of the examination room.

"You've had a concussion. And there's a clot in your brain. If it breaks, it will certainly jeopardize your condition, Farhan." The words were still ringing in his ears.

"Are you okay, Be?"

The question of the veiled girl at the side woke Farhan from his distant mind. He just stared at my worried face Finza. He threw a faint smile that framed his pale face. "I'm okay, Be," Farhan replied reassuringly.

"But, Finza wasn't sure," the girl replied honestly. "Mas Farhan's face was completely pale. Not as usual."

Farhan smiled again. This time it was wider and sweeter. "Trust your handsome future husband, Za."

Finza's hand reflexes hit Farhan's stomach slowly.

"Aww."

"Why? Sick, huh? In fact, Finza hit it very slowly, Mas."

"No. It's okay."

Flashback Off

"Farhan." Reyhan touched the shoulder of his sister who was still silent.

Farhan. "Sister just focus on your health. There was no need to do anything to help Farhan. Especially back at the office."

"It's okay. Brother no longer wants sister brother to be hurt, beaten up like before."

"Farhan's been used to it for a long time, brother."

That answer left Reyhan slapped hard. He felt useless as a brother.

"No one wants to ask you something. But you have to be honest."

Farhan nodded.

"Papa beat you up a lot, didn't he?"

Farhan flinching.

"Answer brother!" royhan Bengkak. The harshness of the sound he let out made his chest ache. Stuffy. The air supply has completely run out. Reyhan.

"Big brother why?" Farhan's panicking. For a moment he thought about his question. What kind of question was he asking? He knew Reyhan's condition.

"Address questions Brother," lirih Reyhan.

Farhan hesitated. "Yes." Yeah."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I'm sorry Farhan, Brother. Farhan just didn't want to add to the problem. Farhan also didn't want Mama and Brother to worry."

Reyhan let out a long breath. "Papa's gone too far."

"Don't tell Mama, yeah, sister. Farhan please."

"No! You should know how Papa's been doing all this time. Brother also can't let Papa continue to be rude to you."

"Farhan please, Brother. Let's just say it was Farhan's last request with Brother."

Deg.

Reyhan's heartbeat stopped. Time also stopped. Reyhan looked at his sister's face with a hard-to-picture look. Farhan's last sentence is exactly the same as the one he made to Papa.

"What do you mean? Explain to me, please." Reyhan's voice sounded soft. For whatever. The man was really scared to hear his younger brother's words. He was afraid something might happen to Farhan.

Farhan chuckles. "Its just a joke, brother. Why should it be so hard?"

Reyhan's gaze was straight and pierced through Farhan's brown netra. Find something implied in the look of that eye. Spoons. That was one word that described Farhan's gaze. In fact, the man was laughing at him.

"You lied!" reyhan said firmly.

Farhan's laughter stopped. He's back down. "Farhan is fine, brother," he whispered. However, it could still be heard clearly by Reyhan. Because, the distance between the two is only a centimeter.

"Sister found a streak of pain from the look in your eyes. That describes you as not okay. There is a heavy burden that you are carrying without sharing. Aye, right?"

Farhan shook his head slowly. He was not ready to tell his brother anything. Just afraid if he tells the truth will potentially make his brother anfal and other bad things happen. No. gabe. He doesn't want that.

"What's this about? Why the strain anyway?"

The veiled girl's voice shifted the gaze of the two men on the edge of the bed. The two looked at Nadhira with a gaze that the girl could not understand. Their faces were also flat with no expression.

"What's wrong?"