New Breath
Chapter 15's

The woman in an ordinary suit dressed in an ash-coloured instant hijab waved at a girl who had just come down with Papa and Mama. The little girl who is now five years old is the youngest, Latisha Tridewi Oktara. Nadhira could see how Latisha quickly ran towards him. He crouched down to align himself with the height of his sister-in-law. Then, touch both shoulders of the child. “Kakak would like to ask for help with Latisha, can you?” nadhira asked in a soft voice. That's how he talked to Latisha. Until entering the marriage age of two years. Never once did Nadhira speak rudely to the little girl. Indeed Nadhira loved Latisha so sincerely.

“Bby dong, Sister,” replied Latisha cheerfully.

“Ya already if so Brother ask for help call Kak Farhan above, yes. Say we have dinner together downstairs,” Nadhira said with a smile always on her face. After saying that he stroked the top of Latisha's head. She always remembered what Reyhan had told her that Latisha liked it best if her head was gently stroked. If you remember, what Latisha likes is also the sweetest treatment for Nadhira. A simple treatment that was always successful made him feel very privileged. What else did that was Reyhan. Ah, Nadhira misses her husband.

“Siap, Brother!” Latisha raised her thumb while winking one eye at Nadhira. It was clear that the little girl made the sister-in-law feel anxious.

“Good girl.”

Nadhira got up after Latisha passed from before him. He threw a smile towards Papa and Mama whose position was getting closer.

“Adek where to go, Ra?” ask Mama when she has faced the daughter-in-law. Then, sit in the chair that he used to occupy. Right on Papa's right.

“Nadhira ask help Latisha call Farhan, Ma. Let the dinner go together,” replied Nadhira who replied with a nod of understanding by Mama.

On the other side of that multilevel mansion. On the second floor. Latisha. The little girl with the hair in the ponytail was already standing in front of her second brother's room—Farhan. As she usually went to the room of her sister, the little girl in white first knocked on the door in front of her. “Kakak is inside? Adek can enter, no?” ask Latisha from outside. Some time the boy stood up while playing his fingers waiting for the door to open from the inside.

Because they feel there is no authority from the owner of the room. Latisha tries to open the door to Farhan's room without waiting any longer. He raises his head. Then, sweep the room with his eyes. Latisha smiled as her pair of manics caught a mound of objects on the bed. He could confirm that it was Farhan who was sleeping. With a slow step so as not to make a sound he moved forward. Shortly after arriving near Farhan's king-size bed he stood. And…

“Outside!” latisha shouted as she jumped on her sister's bed violently.

Farhan who knew nothing jumped in shock. Meanwhile, Latisha laughed loudly because the action was successful. Farhan could not scold the little boy. He could only sigh deeply and smile thinly. He got up with his head that was actually still very dizzy. “Adek makes Brother surprised you know,” said Farhan while folding his hands in front of the chest. His eyes already look so sweet. Plus with his pale face.

Latisha was still laughing. However, the laughter stopped as Farhan lowered his head while massaging the base of his nose. The little girl's head was tilted so that she could see her brother's face. “Sick sister, yes?” ask Latisha. Because, he often saw Reyhan like that when sick. No wonder if such simple movements can immediately remind him of the behaviors when Reyhan often falls ill in front of him.

Farhan's head was raised. He looked at his little brother with a smile wider than before. However, it could not cover the face without its hue. “Kakak is still sleepy,” Farhan lies to his sister.

“Hm, sorry, yes, Adek disturb Brother.”

“Nothing, dear,” said Farhan who could not bear to see the sad face of Latisha. He stroked his sister's cheek gently. “So, what's going on Adek to Sister's room?”

“Kata Kak Nadhira we have dinner together below. So, Adek came here to call Brother.”

Farhan nodded in understanding. “Ya let's go down,” said Farhan as he slowly unfurled the blanket that wrapped his body. Then get out of bed and take the little hand of the little brother. He took her step into the dining room.

“Everynight,” greet Farhan has arrived in the dining room. Honestly, he has no appetite for food. His head is totally dizzy. However, seeing his sister's attempt to call him into the room. It is not up to the heart not to join.

Nadhira from across the table looked at her sister-in-law. In his heart he wondered if Farhan had felt pain in his head again? The question came about because Farhan's face was completely pale.

Apparently not only Nadhira who noticed the look on the man's face. Also Papa and Mama. However, Papa as usual was just being indifferent about it. Not with Mama who immediately stormed her middle child with questions. “Farhan, your face is pale? You sick, Son?”

As usual, the answer Farhan gave was always a fine word. Then, he filled his plate with rice and side dishes. He forced himself to eat his dinner.

Slender. No sound filled the dining room. Only the sound of the clanking of spoons and forks clashing with plates caught the sense of hearing.

“Blood Brother Nose!”

Papa, Mama, and Nadhira's gaze immediately fell on one of Farhan's limbs. And it's true. Fresh blood flowed from the man's nostril. While Farhan himself was still busy overcoming the great tremor that attacked his hand.

“Yes Allah, Farhan.” Mama panicked and went straight to her middle child.

And Nadhira too. The woman immediately ran around the dining table that felt so long to then be able to reach the chair where her sister-in-law was sitting.

But it is different with Papa. The man was just glued to the spot looking at his second child. Honestly, Papa is digesting what is happening right now. At the same time he also remembered a few days ago that Farhan had experienced the same thing. It's just not accompanied by nosebleeds like this.

“Kak Nadhira, please Farhan, Kak,” Og Farhan with eyes closed tightly.

If a child usually calls his parents for the first time. Not for Farhan. The man called his brother-in-law. It was successful in making Mama and Papa's heart pinched. How far are they with their middle child?

Mama threw away that pain. Now is not the time to think about it. The most important is Farhan. Then, Mama raised her child's head upwards in order to stop the blood still flowing.

“Ma, do not lift his head,” Nadhira said quickly. While he himself was still trying to help Farhan hold his hand that shook uncontrollably. Head's dead-end. He can't think straight now.

“Papa why shut up?” nadhira asked at last in a slightly raised voice. He had no intention of yelling at his father-in-law. However, he just did not know what to do with his sister-in-law's condition which was even worse than before. Grateful, his voice managed to make the father-in-law move quickly.

“Pa, please hold Farhan's hand,” said Nadhira while releasing his sister-in-law's hand and switching the position of Mama. “Excuse me, Ma.” Nadhira leaned Farhan's body forward and one hand clamped down on Farhan's nose without feeling uncomfortable let alone disgusted by the blood that kept coming out.

Mama was silent to see Nadhira's treatment. Apparently his son-in-law has been very well memorized how to overcome the conditions experienced by Farhan. It makes Mama wonder if Nadhira and Farhan are actually hiding something. Remembering earlier Farhan was faster to call Nadhira than himself who incidentally was Farhan's birth mother.

If Mama, Papa, and Nadhira are busy doing whatever they can to help. Farhan was busy cursing himself in his heart. “Weak basis! Basic diseases! Shouldn't relapse in front of Mama and Papa.”

Farhan's head fell to the side. Right towards Papa when he felt his power was drained due to a great tremor. Luckily, his hand stopped shaking and the blood flowing from his nose slowly stopped. However, unfortunately, the liquid object is a deep red and rancid smell that has stained the shirt that wraps his body. Likewise with Nadhira's hands that are full of red.

What happened now to Farhan touched Papa's heart. Hold the head of the child who has leaned perfectly. Then, he slowly bent his legs and crouched down. He saw Farhan's face that was pale with the remnants of blood stains. “Farhan still hear Papa?”

Although there was no sound coming out of her pale lips. However, Farhan's head nodded weakly.

“We're going to the hospital.”

Farhan's reflexes touched Papa's hand. “Not necessary, Pa. Just rest.”

“Tap—”

“Pa,” call Farhan and successfully block the sentence of the father. “Thank you for helping,” continued Farhan in a weak voice while looking meekly at Papa. He also did not forget to put his smile on the man.

Papa was stunned to hear Farhan's words. But what he did was not great. However, Farhan seemed so grateful for the treatment of things that even said there was nothing. So, why can not Papa appreciate the achievement of the child?