New Breath
Chapter 1

The sunscreens slowly opened. His warm rays slowly deported the cold that he had been hugging since last night. The rest of the dew crawling through the window also slowly retreat. The gray curtain that completely covered the window was opened slowly by a woman with a home-made robe combined with an instant headscarf of matching color. Letting sunlight enter through the cracks of the window to touch the body of a man on the bed.

"Hi! Good morning," said Nadhira with a fluffy smile that was very neatly adorned his father's face. His springy fingers moved combing the mane of the man lying with his faithful eyes closed in peace. Peace that hurt Nadhira himself. His hand moved downwards stroking the face that was beginning to overgrow the thin beard. Then, his gaze that often seemed to me stopped on the body that was attached to various medical devices that he himself did not know his name. It bit the lower lip. Feeling pained staring at the incision marks on the chest of the man. He touched that part. Just briefly.

"When did you wake up? Or even reluctant to wake up? Don't you miss me anymore?" The question came out so softly heard. The question is again spoken as the gradation of water that is perfectly formed in the beautiful eyelids. Always and always he felt powerless to look at the body that was weakly exposed three months ago. Moreover, the noise of the monitor connected to the man's body was always deafening and pinching the heartburn. When will this all end?

Clear crystal granules slowly descend and moisten the cheeks. The non-collapsing details of the veiled woman's eyelids. However, from a pair of reluctant eyelids opened.

Nadhira's. The woman with the instant hijab wiped away the tears that soaked her husband's face. Tears that never failed to make his heart pinched and painful. Makes the chest tight. He knew that Reyhan must have heard what was said all along. However, he never knew why the man was still engrossed in his peaceful stern. It is like enjoying a world created by yourself.

"I know you can hear whatever I say, brother. But why don't you open your eyes?" Nadhira was no longer able to hold a puddle on his eyelids. He let the flood of a pair of neutrals hit hard against his defensive wall. Like fate that just hit his life. A single tear fell right on Reyhan's face. And then, he quickly removed it.

Nadhira gave a wry laugh with the back of a hand that wiped away the remains of tears on that tyrannical-looking cheek. "I'm sorry for not being able to keep the promise to not cry in front of you anymore. It's too painful for me" he whispered right in Reyhan's ear. He hugged the body that used to look burly and fit. However, now only a thin body with bones that are clearly visible. His right hand moved slowly and played between the incision marks of the operating knife in the chest of the field which was always a place to hide his face when embarrassed.

“Nadhira.”

The call succeeded in seizing Nadhira's attention. It stops activities that feel strenuous, but it often does so without a plan. His head turned towards the source of the voice. Staring towards the door of the room that was open was only half. There he found Mama standing with a tiny baby in a sling. Both corners of Nadhira's lips lifted to form a very beautiful curve. The curved line that in an instant spread pain on the woman's face. He wiped away the tears that had escaped again and I don't know how much. He got up and swung his pair of legs closer to his mother-in-law.

"I'm sorry" Nadhira said for the first time as he stood in front of Mama. He lowered his head inside. Before he finally lifted his face back up as he felt the top of his head being stroked very gently.

Many times Mama advised the woman when the tears were freefall in front of Reyhan. But what is the power of a Nadhira. Her heart always ached to see the thin body of her husband who drooped weakly with strange tools that sometimes cause deafening noise, making the whole house shocked.

“It's time to bathe Radin.”

Nadhira took over the tiny baby named Radin. Yes, Radin is the baby he gave birth to right after Reyhan was declared in a coma three months ago. With an incredible struggle, of course.

“Do not get stressed. Remember the doctor's message to you.”

The woman just nodded slowly with her sweet smile. She is so grateful to have in-laws who are as loving as her own children. Yes, although the occasional small pebble-shaped misunderstanding did not escape greeting them. However, both Mama and Nadhira always know how to solve it well.

“Mama get off first. If you need anything call Mama.”

Again the veiled woman nodded her head. He looked at Mama's back which was moving away.

“Ma,” call Nadhira suddenly and successfully make Mama's step stopped in the first rung.

“Thank you,” he said as he smiled at the in-laws. He can capture the curved lines of decorating the old face of Mama, until the wrinkles are increasingly visible there.

Nadhira held the doorknob and closed the specially designed room just like the ICU room for Reyhan. of course with a variety of medical devices to support the survival of men who are still loyal lying with eyelids clenched.

Nadhira's steps stopped right in front of his room which he had lived with his husband for a long time when the heavy voice chanted his name.

“Sir Nadhira.”

He looked over and found his brother-in-law standing not far from him. His faint smile rose to see Farhan whose body was now looking rather thin than before. However, Nadhira was not surprised by that. Some things the Oktara family doesn't know about Farhan are no longer a secret to him. Yes, the important thing that Farhan tried to keep secret accidentally he knew some time ago.

“Farhan to see Brother. Can?” ask the man slowly.

“Of course. Besides, you don't have to ask me for permission if you want to meet your sister.”

“Farhan.”

Immediately Farhan turned towards the source of the voice. Eyebrows raised.

“You didn't forget, ‘kan?”

“Sure,” replied Farhan for sure.

*****

"How long will Farhan wait for Brother to open his eyes?" The sentence was spoken after a while of being caught in silence. Only the sound of the monitor connected to Reyhan's body was heard. For Farhan the sound was not the right sound to accompany him in a room that looked strange in the eye. The melody that should accompany is the sound of violin friction that flows beautifully and nicely.

The gaze of the net that the last few months looked like I was staring fixedly at Reyhan's pale face. He shuddered in horror when his gaze accidentally fell on the mouth of the brother. The hose that was still faithfully installed there made Farhan immediately feel crowded. It must be uncomfortable for Reyhan with that position.

However, the sense of tightness that he was experiencing at this time was not comparable to the feeling of tightness when Papa's voice hit him hard. Also a great blow that even often hit his body. Leave bruises that decorate body parts like tattoos. No doubt the thick liquid red light also poured from the former punch of the father.

Farhan let out a long breath. The pieces of painful events were spinning violently. I want it to feel like sharing. However, it is always broken. He did not want to make Papa appear to play an antagonist in his story. Yes, even though it has a point.

The only thing he could do right now was to complain inwardly before the still happy body lying down. Tears often suddenly drip. Exactly as now. Not because of the pain that hit the abdomen, because last night managed to taste a foot kick with pantople worth tens of millions. However, because now no man knows his position. Reyhan is the only human being who understands without him telling a long story.

Now the figure is just a whole body that is waiting for a miracle. Whether it's a miracle to re-open your eyes, enjoy the reality that continues to walk through the cruel world. Or a miracle to end his pain by returning to the Most All.

Farhan placed his head on the chest of Reyhan's field that was not covered by a thread. He enjoys a different heart rhythm. Like the clockwork that will be heard clearly when the night is thick with silence and cold air begins to say hello. He touched the incision that had completely dried. Farhan. He imagined how much pain his brother felt. Perhaps a million times more painful than the pain he has been feeling lately.

"awake. There's a lot Farhan wants to tell you about, brother."

Suddenly Farhan's tears came down. Wet Reyhan's chest. The guy was a big deal. He bit his lower lip to hold the sobbing so that it is not heard by anyone. However, late. The sounding footsteps getting closer were caught clearly by the senses. He immediately wiped away the remains of tears and looked back. Found a middle-aged figure in a fancy suit.

"Papa," he quietly almost inaudible.

"Don't you see now what time it's at?"

The heavy voice sounded gripping in the recesses of Farhan's ears. The fear suddenly crushed his soul. Not afraid of the punch that would land on his body that still hurt. However, he was afraid of the gripping events that often appeared to be a film spin in his brain again appeared. Until the pain that often took away his consciousness came at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

"How can you be a leader if you come to the office late."

That's no longer satire. However, the bitter sentences were often swallowed by Farhan himself. The man looked down. He felt so sorry for himself.

"Farhan said goodbye" said Farhan. He walked without looking at his father's face. He did not want to linger to hear a sentence that would tear the heart without mercy. Yeah, that's not all. Farhan was afraid of anger until there was a debate that gave birth to a physical fight.

"Wish you hadn't forgotten our agreement."

Farhan's footsteps were stuck right in the doorway. He looked over, then smiled wryly. He closed Reyhan's door slowly.

Farhan. Papa sits next to the child's bed. His heart was sliced at the pale face and body that were paired with various strange tools. The middle-aged man had never imagined Reyhan would be at this point.

"Wake, Son. Many are waiting for you here," that soft voice left a tight crowd. Unknowingly the liquid from his pair of eyeballs spilled mercilessly over the old cheek.