Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 62

The night has greeted. The pitch-black starless sky embraced in silence. A slow night wind slid in through the window of her unclosed room tightly touching her smooth white skin curled up on the bed. Without the thick blanket he used to wrap around his small body.

He wriggled slowly and stared at the wall clock with a needle that showed at nine o'clock in the evening. Lazily he grabbed his phone on the bedside table. Staring at the screen that also does not show any notification from all the applications contained in his phone.

The small body that had been curled up now changed the position of sitting leaning on the back of a large size bed. "Why hasn't Reyhan come home till this hour ?" he said ask himself.

He got out of bed. Spreading the rough instant hijab that he hung in an ordinary place. Then, open the room door and walk down the stairs one by one.

"Nadhira ?"

He looked up when the call caught his ear. He saw Papa walking from the kitchen with a glass of coffee that smoke still billowing.

"Papa ?"

"It's been this night. Why haven't you slept and just got out of your room ?"

He approached Papa. "Sir Reyhan's not home yet, Pa. Nadhira was waiting for him."

"Don't Reyhan tell you that he's coming home late ?"

He shook. "No, Pa. Reyhan's brother hasn't told Nadhira until now."

"How can it ? Papa asked her to tell you this afternoon before she left."

"Lifted ? You mean Papa ?" ask her with a wrinkled forehead.

"Papa asked him to replace Papa to take care of work outside the area. And Reyhan left this afternoon. Papa thought he told you."

"Absolutely not, Pa. But, let it be," he said languidly.

"Sleep first. Reyhan will be home very late. Or even go home tomorrow morning."

"Good, Pa. Nadhira to the room first."

He left Papa who was still standing glued to look at him pity. Retracing his foot gontai towards the stairs that he felt was too long than usual.

The door opened quickly and closed tightly. Lock it from the inside and slam his body into bed. He took off his instant hijab violently and threw it at him.

He drowned his face in the pillow and cried. She felt sad because her husband had forgotten to tell her only when she was busy.

Cry broke. However, the sound of crying he drowned on a pillow that was wet with tears that had come out no matter how much.

Because, too tired to cry. Unknowingly he fell asleep with the remains of tears clearly on his cheeks.

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The sound of knocking on the door of the room that he did not know how many times made him squirm and wake up from his sleep. He blinked repeatedly adjusting the light from the room into his retina.

"Darling, it's me. Please open the door."

Her ears clearly captured the sound that was sourced from outside her room. A voice that was very familiar to him. The voice belonged to someone he was waiting for his return.

Eyes that were still heavy due to drowsiness that ferociously whack he was forced to stare at the round clock that was attached to the wall of his room. The wall clock indicates three o'clock in the morning.

"I slept long enough" he whispered in a hoarse voice. He moved lazily from his position. Walking with half of his life.

"Aleea ? You hear I'm not ?"

Without answering he opened the door and turned around. She refused to look at the face of her husband who had disappointed her.

"Aren't you going to take a shower or not ?" ask without looking at it.

"Darling, I need medicine" Reyhan replied softly and was heard to endure the pain.

Instantly she flipped over and looked at her husband who was already standing with a deathly pale face. He saw Reyhan biting his lower lip withstanding the pain. He immediately ran to Reyhan.

"Sit down first. Let me get you some medicine and some water for brother." She led her paled husband and was covered in cold sweat.

His steps were moved towards the small drawer where Reyhan used to store drugs that must be consumed. Quickly and deftly he took a small bottle of medicine and a glass of water that he always prepared on the table.

"Sister, take the medicine first. After that rest." She gave the two small white grains and a glass of water to her husband.

"Thank you, Al," Reyhan said after taking the medicine.

"Rest. I'll take care of my sis' briefcase and clothes."

With a bow she approached her husband who was lying on the bed. She catches up with Reyhan by laying her body beside Reyhan and sleeping on her back.

He tried to close his eyes again and fell asleep as before.

But the more he tried. The more he can't. His brain is constantly working to think. I don't know what kind of thoughts force his brain to work so as to close his eyes he can't afford.

"Darling ?" call Reyhan softly and touch his arm slowly.

He pretended to sleep. The disappointment that enveloped forced him not to answer.

"You're asleep, Al ?" Reyhan changed his position by sideways facing his wife. Hugged the little body that was behind him.

She felt her husband's breathing irregular. Sometimes she felt her husband breathing violently. He knew Reyhan was trying hard to endure the pain that was seizing him. He wanted to hug back the big body that was hugging him. But back again. Disappointment is stronger than anything else.

"I know you haven't slept, Al. But, you just want to avoid me" Reyhan whispered right in his ear.

He did not want to respond to Reyhan at all.

"I'm sorry, honey. I completely forgot to tell you that I had to travel outside the area. It's the work that's piling up and the sudden schedule that keeps me from holding my phone."

"No why. I'm usually forgotten. So you don't have to feel guilty and apologize like that to me." With his eyes still closed he spoke.

The sentence that was thrown flat and cold was able to make Reyhan not wrinkled. The sentence managed to make him fall deeper into guilt.

"Sleep, Brother. I know you're tired after a long trip. My sister's heart is not okay now. I also do not want the situation of my brother to get worse," he said without flinching from his position.

"Shh."

His heart was pinched at Reyhan's hissing sound which he made sure was trying hard to endure the pain that was attacking him. However, again a sense of disappointment forced him to stay on his selfishness.

He felt Reyhan's burly hands loosening in his arms. Reyhan's whisper was not even heard at all. She no longer felt her husband's breath blowing in her ears.

"Sister ?" call her worriedly who starts to say hello. The one he called did not even answer at all.

He opened his eyes. Slowly remove Reyhan's hand from his body and change position facing Reyhan. He found Reyhan's eyes closed.

"Sister! Brother is sleeping ?"

Reyhan did not respond to anything.

He started to look panicked. She was afraid that something would happen to her husband.

"Sister! Up, Sis!" She shook her husband's body violently and he also did not get any reply.

"Darling, wakeup. I'm not really mad at you." Her tears just flow. Panic is eating away at him.

"Sir Reyhan! Hey, wake up, honey!" Niente.

He quickly ran out of the room and knocked on the door of Mama's room without thinking. "Ma! Mom's up. Please Nadhira, Ma." With a sobbing he screamed. Until the door to her room opened.

"Why, Nadhira ?" ask Mama.

"Sir Reyhan, Ma. Reyhan's brother."

"Reyhan why, Ra ?" ask Papa who is standing behind Mama.

"Sir Reyhan Anfal after work. And now Nadhira doesn't know why Reyhan's sister. He won't wake up, Ma." Her crying broke instantly.

Without thinking again he ran followed by Papa and Mama to his room.

"Sister! Awake, Son! It's Mama. Wake up, honey."

Mama doesn't panic like Nadhira.

"Pa, we need to get Reyhan to the hospital."

Soon Papa calls Farhan and his two drivers to take Reyhan to the Hospital.

He was getting sobbing in my mom's arms. "Sir Reyhan is fine, isn't he, Ma ?"

"Yes, Honey. You calm down, yeah."

It sounds heartbreaking.