Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 82

"Tool!"

His voice was heard outside the room. Mother quickly ran to meet him who was already in the bathroom.

Mother massaged her nape slowly. "Are you okay, son ?"

"So nauseous sister, Mother," she replied limply.

Mother brought him back to bed. "Where did you put the test pack you gave me last night ?"

"Drawed table, Mother."

"So you can use it now. Morning is the recommended time to use a test pack, dear," said Mother with excitement while thrusting an object called the test pack.

He rose from his position. Sit down for a while and take over the objects that are still in the hands of Mother.

With nausea still creeping he walked towards the bathroom. Using the appropriate test pack taught by Mother.

He leaned his body against the bathroom wall. Waiting for the results of the test pack he used earlier.

After a while he waited. With mixed taste. Hopefully he will see the little thing in his hand.

Her tears slowly. He smothered his mouth with his left hand. An infinite sense of happiness attacked him quickly.

Together with tears he came out of the bathroom and met Mother who was still waiting for him. "Mother, look!" He gave the test pack to Mommy.

"Two lines, dear," said Mother to her crying daughter.

"Yes, Mother. My sister is really pregnant. Soon the sister will become a mother like Mother," she said in between tears.

"Alhamdulillah, Son."

He hugged the body tightly. Waving out infinite happiness. "Help sister keep this trust, yes, Mother."

"Of course, honey. Mother will take care of you and your baby."

"Where is Dad, Mother ? Brother has to tell Dad right now."

"In his study, son. Meet your father and tell him. Mommy's sure Dad's happy."

He rushed out of the room. Tracing the second floor of the house he occupied since childhood to a room that Dad used as a workspace.

Slowly he knocked on the door. "Dad! Can my sister come in ?"

"Come in, kid!"

Still with the remains of tears forming traces on her cheeks. He found the father who was looking at him confused.

"You crying, son ? Why ?"

He didn't answer anything. The hand he had originally hidden was now in front of Dad. Throwing a small white object with two lines there.

Dad took the thing out of his hand. "This is ?"

He nodded.

"Thank God, O Allah. You're pregnant, Sister."

Dad hugged her tightly. "Dad's very happy, son. It turns out that my guess since yesterday was not wrong. You are pregnant."

"Yes, Dad."

"You should tell Reyhan quickly, son."

He let go of Dad's embrace and shook his head. "No, Dad."

"Why ?" ask me confused.

"Sister wants to give a surprise for Reyhan when he comes home later. Also for my brother. And exactly, on the day of Kak Reyhan's return later it was his birthday. Sister wants to reward Kak Reyhan with this small object," he said as he stared at the test pack that was still lying on Dad's desk.

"alright. It's up to you, son."

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His smile had never been dated since this morning. His eyes could not be seen staring at the white object with those two lines. He stroked his flat stomach. "Good in Mama's womb, yes, son. We'll surprise Papa together when we get home. And to Om Bara, yes, dear."

He smiled them. "Mama is sure Papa will be very happy. You're a gift for Papa's birthday, son."

Too engrossed in talking to the baby branch inside her stomach. He did not realize there were a pair of eyes that were watching him with a smile also from behind the half-opened door.

"Back Papa working later. We're going home together. Grandma and Grandpa there. There's Om Farhan and your little aunt. Raina's name."

He went back to rubbing his stomach. This time it was no longer because she wanted to talk to her future baby. However, because of his stomach that sounds and thrashing ask to be filled.

Mother who saw it from the door was only able to hold back a laugh. He was so funny to see the behavior of his daughter who is now pregnant with her first child.

"What's she doing ?" ask the Mother who has walked closer to him.

"Speaking with my baby-to-be, Mother. But, why does sister feel any movement at all ?" ask him innocently.

"It's not time yet, son. You just got pregnant young. Not yet checked the doctor. So, you don't know your gestational age yet."

"Oh so. Later if Reyhan's brother comes home. The sister will ask him to accompany the sister to the obstetrician."

Mother nodded.

"Hungry sister, Mother."

"What do you want to eat, honey ? Mommy will make it for you."

"Fruit salad only. But, sister wait for Mother in the room, yes. My sister is tired. And not doing anything."

"Women are pregnant, son. Tired quickly. So, just take a break, yeah. Mother down first."

After the body of the Mother is lost behind the door of the room. He got up and picked up the phone he had placed on his dresser. Swipe the screen and look for the contact he will contact.

After finding the contact he was looking for. He made a call to that contact. However, all he heard was the voice of the operator.

"Not active ? Why ?" tanyanya stared at her phone.

Once again he tried and found the same answer. He felt annoyed. Along with that a sense of worry comes also approached.

"Is something happening to Reyhan's sister ?" whispered.

He quickly dismissed the negative thoughts in his brain. "Ah... Nah! Reyhan's brother must be fine."

"Already, Nadhira. Stop thinking the no-no. Pregnant women should not be stressed," she advised herself.

"Abang. Ja. I'll try to call Brother. Who knows if you're active and answering calls from me."

He immediately sought Bara's contact and called. The same thing he found. The contact could not be contacted.

"Ah... It's the same, "the box.

He felt the nausea coming back to him. He immediately went to the bathroom. Trying to get his stomach out. But, only a clear liquid came out and made his mouth taste bitter.

With a feeling of dizziness that also whack. He slowly stepped into the bed. Lying body.

He snuggled up in bed. Resist the feeling of dizziness and nausea that suddenly attacked.

"Did all young pregnant women experience the same thing as me ?" he thought with his eyes still closed perfectly.

He hugged the bolster that was right next to his right. Drown his face and mutter. "I miss. Hurry home, my husband."

The tears suddenly burst without excuse. Wet the roll he was hugging.

He wiped his tears quickly as he heard footsteps believed to belong to Mother. He looked back. And it's true. Mother with her sweet smile stepped with a bowl of fruit salad her order.

"Wake, Brother. Here you bring fruit salad as you want."

He got up and sat hugging his bow.

"Lho, why, Dik ? You cry ?" ask Mommy after seeing her slightly wet eyes.

He shook his head and shed his tears again.

"Something hurts, honey ? Or sister nauseous again ?" ask Mother again gently.

He nodded. "But, not because of nausea sister crying. It's just that sister misses Reyhan so much." The issue is getting stronger. Body vibrates.

"Tomorrow Reyhan will come home. Be patient, son."

"Yes, Mother."

"Now eat first the salad that Mother has made for you."

He ate the fruit salad was fed Mother. Just a few spoons he was no taste. The nausea attacked him again.

"Already, Mother. Sister feels nauseous again."

"Better sister just rest, yeah, sweetie."

He just nodded and laid his body back.