New Breath
Chapter 12's

Nadhira let out a long sigh before entering the room where her husband was. He always did it first. His hand held the door knob firmly. Yes, even until this second Nadhira is still not used to the state of the almost four full moon he lived. There is always a sense of pain in the heart, there is a sense of tightness that hit the chest. It is not easy to get used to accepting new painful situations.

After feeling a little calm Nadhira began to open the door slowly so as not to cause noise. As usual, the first time to welcome Nadhira is not congratulations, but the sound of a patient monitor connected to Reyhan's body. A voice that even still sounds painful. Ah, I don't know when it's no longer connected to her husband's body.

Slowly a pair of limbs belonging to the hijab-wearing woman moved forward. He looked at every inch of the room that was once just a work space for Reyhan. However, it has now been transformed like a nursing room. Nadhira smiled miris.

"Hi! How are you today?" nadhira asked a human figure who was lying with a peaceful face in the husk. As before, Nadhira always invites her husband to talk with hands playing on Reyhan's face. Even what he did was clearly not going to reap any response from the man.

A thin smile was strung across Nadhira's face. He looked fixed the face of the husband with the jaw firmly. There was something that made Nadhira shudder in horror as well as pity. It was an object that was placed through the mouth of her husband.

Nadhira's hand changes position. Hand with a lentic fingers belonging to Nadhira now has grasped tightly the palm of the husband. He played his thumb on the back of the hand with those clearly protruding veins. Evidence that how now Reyhan really lost his body weight.

A drop of water came out from a pair of neutrals with Nadhira's black irises. Again he cried. He promised not to cry in front of Reyhan. However, it is difficult to hold back the tears that are always pressing outside.

Nadhira wiped away the trace of tears on her cheeks. "sorry. I can't keep my promise not to cry in front of you" Nadhira said, bowing his head. Then, back to sniffing strongly. Things he often did when he entered the room and before he spoke up about what he wanted to tell me.

After a while sobbing in silence. Nadhira lifted his face and wiped away the remains of tears that had run down his cheeks. Then, take a deep breath and take it out slowly. He repeated the same thing several times until he felt a little calm.

"Sister, I want a story about today" Nadhira said to start the story in a raucous voice. He looked at Reyhan's peaceful face again. In his heart he said do'a, hopefully later when Reyhan woke up. Peace will always be etched on her husband's face. Until the face full of pain is gone and no longer visible. Yeah, I hope so.

"I shouldn't cry, yes, sister. Because, I came here to bring you the happy news." Nadhira smiles. Making his pair of eyes appear squinting.

He played his thumb on Reyhan's back. Then, continue the story. "Si Brother is home today, brother. And Papa very enthusiastically welcomed his return. Papa to decorate the front room with a lot of balloons just for a surprise love for his grandson," said Nadhira at length. He accompanied the story with a small laugh. Feeling funny in a way Papa never even crossed Nadhira's mind. "It turns out Papa's so sweet as you."

"Sister, you know what, don't you? I was so happy when the doctor who treated Radit told me he could go home. But, I was also thinking whether I deserve to be happy while you are still fighting so hard." Nadhira continued his story. Either Reyhan can hear and digest well what he tells or not. That woman doesn't care about that. He just wants to share his story with someone who should stand up and be his front guard in all conditions. But destiny says something else. God's scenario has not changed. Maybe God wants to see Reyhan for a moment stop doing his role and ask him to rest for a moment.

"Wake up, yuk, brother! I need a friend fighting for our two little angels. Where one of them was born into a special little baby like you," continued Nadhira. She recalls how Bara used to tell her what happened to one of her babies, Radit. At that time the world was collapsing. It seems like he has no grip whatsoever. It felt like giving up on a fate that continued to play brutally. However, the people who stood with him strengthened Nadhira so much that he could still stand up straight until this second. Although when it is quiet he will feel fragile and need the chest of Reyhan field to drown his wet face.

"And it's not just you and Radit who fill my head now, brother. But, Farhan too. I don't know who else to tell about her condition. Also about the bad treatment he got from Papa. If only you would wake up. Maybe Farhan has somewhere else to be blessed."

Spilled already Nadhira's complaint about the sister-in-law. As someone who probably knows the most about Farhan at the moment. Nadhira felt sorry for the man. Youth that should be spent happily must be seized by workers - jobs that accumulate in the office. Especially with Farhan's health condition that is increasingly unstable always managed to make Nadhira pitya. If he had the power or talent in business. Perhaps he had already helped Farhan finish the job which was clearly not his capacity.

"Come, brother, wake up. There are many people waiting for you here."

Nadhira's gaze began to blur as the gradation of water was created in his eye pelupuk. He raised his head high to prevent his tears from falling again hit the cheek. But doing that is not easy. The crystals always have a gap to get out. So, Nadhira ended up crying again.

Nadhira. Then, change position by sitting on the floor. She kissed her husband's hand repeatedly with tears that kept falling free. Never mind. Just let him cry.

Nadhira's cry was not a desperate cry. Not a tired cry for a long wait Reyhan wake. However, his crying was a form of how to take out the burden he was carrying. Her crying was an accompaniment to the do'a-do'a she always cried out for. Although Nadhira never know which do'a will penetrate the door of the sky.

Nadhira's cry continued. He placed his head on the bedside with Reyhan's hands as a pillow. Hoping that if the man's hand moved, was the first to know of it. Then, he again exalted gratitude that even the number could not be nominalized.

Nadhira's tears almost dried up. Slowly her eyelids were so carelessly clenched. Until the hijab woman drowned in her sleep.