Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 64

Reyhan's POV

My eyes slipped wildly enjoying the beauty of God's handwork before me at this moment. The subtle snoring he created unintentionally became the internal accompaniment of the third of the night that I went through without prostrating the night prayers and holy hypocrisy to the Khalik. Because, my condition is too weak and helpless.

My hands are free and not used as a pillow but entangled in an infusion hose by slowly stroking her soft cheeks. Get rid of the children's hair that covers her pretty face.

"Your beauty hasn't changed at all since I first saw you, Aleea."

My smile came out as I remembered the events of the past meeting. Ah... This girl always makes me feel unusual. The heart that makes me the weakest person is also able to beat abnormally made.

"Hey, my little wife! Stay strong next to your imperfect husband, yes. Become an antidote when tired of braiding. Become a stick when my path starts to get limped." I spoke as if Aleea was engrossed in hearing me.

Staring at her in her peaceful sleep made my guilt have made her cry too often culminating with great and powerful. Tears that were somehow long held back now spilled out mercilessly.

"I'm sorry, honey. My attitude and treatment all this time has made you cry too much."

I turned to the sofa. I see Mama is still loyal to her position that is fast asleep. In my heart I screamed to see that. Mama should be able to fall asleep comfortably at home if I'm okay.

"Have you woken up, Rey ?" The voice of Papa who had just entered the room distracted me.

I put my index finger on my lips to signal Papa to speak in a small voice. "Pbuhh!"

Papa who understands my point just nods his head and approaches me. "How ?"

My eyebrows are raised next to.

"Your condition means Papa."

"As Papa saw. Reyhan still looks weak and pitiful," I replied with a faint smile that I forced.

"Something Papa wants to talk to you about. About your condition for which there is absolutely no improvement."

"Pa, not now. Reyhan doesn't want Aleea to hear it."

Me and Papa were staring at the sleeping girl in my arms.

"Papa can't wait anymore not to tell you. Sorry this time Papa had to be more assertive and couldn't comply with your request."

"Pa ?" I stared at Papa's stern face with a clear look.

"Your condition is getting worse" Papa said without caring about my request.

"Just Papa spoke at length about your condition with the Dharma Doctor. Apparently there was no good development that Papa received. Not according to a promise you ever made to Papa."

I just fell silent and bowed. My tongue cannot speak anything.

"You have to have surgery if you don't want to continue to feel pain and languish in this boring room." Papa threw his gaze all over the room.

"Papa had forgotten what Reyhan had said before. Reyhan won't have surgery, Pa."

"It's all for your own good, Reyhan!" With as much as possible Papa yelled at me for the first time.

The harshness of Papa's voice successfully woke Mama from her sleep. As for my wife, just squirming small and hugging my body more tightly. Drown his face in my midrib.

"What's up, Pa ?" mama asked as she approached me.

None of me and Papa answered Mama's question.

"Pa, don't be so loud talking. Aleea is awake. Reyhan please, Pa."

"You think about it, Reyhan. Do you still want to trouble that girl with your condition that is getting worse and worse ?" Papa looked at Aleea with his tail.

"But, for Reyhan's operation won't, Pa. Papa please don't force Reyhan to do that."

I saw Mama holding Papa's hand. "Pa, what is this really about? Can't it be okay to talk about it without such anger ? Besides, Papa, look at Reyhan's situation now."

Mama looked at me with a questionable gaze that I replied with just a slit. Even if I answer. Then I make sure Mama will ask me to do the same as Papa.

"Reyhan just needs more rest, Pa."

"No! You don't just need a break. But, you need an operation."

I heard so much pressure on word-for-word that Papa put on his last sentence. Of course it makes me angry and can not control my anger that culminates because I do not like to be forced.

"Reyhan doesn't want surgery, Pa! Point!" answer me loud and loud. My face warmed up and must have been red.

"Rayyhan!" For the first time I heard my mother yelling at me so hard.

"It's up to you" said Papa and smiled wryly.

Regret comes to hit me without excuse. Tearing my chest apart mercilessly. Bemoan. "Pa, I'm sorry Reyhan. There's really no point in Reyhan yelling at Papa." I grabbed Papa's hand and held him tightly. I can't stand the crying either.

"Papa ?" call me lirih.

"Just kill Mama's son. Papa's going home and taking a little break. Then Papa comes again before leaving for the office." Papa let go of my grasp forcefully.

"Pa, please forgive Reyhan." I don't know how hurt and disappointed I felt Papa this time.

I felt Aleea's body wriggling perfectly. "Sister ?" call him in a hoarse voice. He looked at me fixedly and did not fully realize Mama and Papa were behind him.

"Why are you crying ?"

I'm shaking. "Sleep again. It's not time to wake up yet."

Really am. I'm really not focused right now. I looked at Papa who was ready to move.

"Papa ?" call me without any more concern for the Awakened Aleea. Her warm embrace I don't think it's holding my body anymore.

"It's up to you, Reyhan. Don't you want to be forced ?"

"Already, Pa. Reyhan doesn't want to o..." I hung my words. My fear of being known to Aleea was conceited within.

Papa who might have grown tired of persuading me without speaking anything passed from before me.

"Father!" With all my might I rise from my sleep. Trying to catch up with Papa before actually leaving my room.

Aleea's little hands were trying to dissuade me. However, my guilt for Papa made me care about nothing and anyone.

"Father! Wait up!" A call with all the moans does not care about Papa. He passed and disappeared behind the door of the room that closed tightly. Simultaneously, my weak body was shed on the cold floor.

"Pa, I'm sorry Reyhan, Pa." My tears are breaking unbearably. I'm no longer Reyhan like everyone else sees me. Hard and strong. Now it's not like that anymore. I'm just a pathetic and helpless Reyhan. Crying like a child whose parents are leaving.

"Son, stop." My mom hugged my body. I felt like a pair of hands were doing the same thing as Mama. His face was drowned in the curve of my nape.

"Don't be like this" he whispered right into my ear.

"Papa doesn't hate Reyhan, does he, Ma ?"

"Of course not, son. Papa just wants to do what's best for his son."

My tears are flowing. "Ma, Papa left without caring for Reyhan's call, Ma. Papa must be disappointed in Reyhan. Yeah, right, Ma ?"

"Already, Reyhan. You focus on your health. Mama will talk to Papa. Yes, son, yes."

Be ill. That's what I think. No more pain from this fucking heart. But, because of my treatment of Papa.

I bit my lips withstanding the pain that began to greet. Gripping as hard as I can my chest. My breath is no longer regular.

"Darling ?" That was the last sound I heard accompanied by his heartbreaking stuff.