New Breath
Chapter 16's

The atmosphere of the room with dark shades was quiet. However, the lights there are still perfectly lit and have not been replaced with sleeping lights. In fact, the clock has shown at half one in the morning. A clock where people should have already broken down and drowned in the dream world. But that doesn't apply to my mom. He still faithfully looked at the pale face of Farhan and combed the hair of his middle child who had fallen asleep. Mama still feels her son's body temperature has not yet come down. It was successful to make Mama sigh long and invite his brain guerrilla to think about what really happened to Farhan after seeing the incident at the dinner table that managed to make his heartbeat beat very fast.

Mamma. As a woman, she has the title of mother. He was afraid of bad things happening with his son. Especially long before that he had faced a situation where he often witnessed his first child trapped in pain that even he himself as a mother could not help relieve the pain felt her child. And Mama does not want the pain in any form also felt by her second child. It's too hard and painful for you if it really happens. Because, it is not easy for Mama to accept the decision of fate and the game of the universe that befell her baby. In the end, as someone who believes. Inevitably, dislikes, he must do the storyline.

The woman changed position. He sat down next to Farhan's head. The small towel used to compress his son was taken back. Then, he dipped in the water that has been prepared on the basin on the table. Then, he placed the towel again on Farhan's forehead in hopes of helping to bring down the child's fever.

Mama repeated her treatment combing the hair of a man who had fallen asleep after drinking two small details prepared by Nadhira. Wait up! Are those two details really just vitamins like what Nadhira and Farhan said. Yet, somehow Mama couldn't believe that. Especially considering Nadhira's treatment of Farhan at the dinner table. The woman was like very memorized and accustomed to the actions that must be done to deal with conditions such as Farhan experienced for Mama so suddenly. So, should Mama ask Nadhira?

Mama took a long breath. He was confused what to do. Apparently the distance that had been created between him and Farhan had a very impact on his middle child that could not be opened to him. Farhan only told me if he asked. These are stories that sound very stiff. Unlike the story that often flows from the lips of his eldest son. Relax and straightforward.

The low voice and small movements of Farhan managed to seize Mama's attention. When she approached the woman, she brought her face closer to the child. “Hai! Why wake?” ask Mama in a very soft tone. He also did not forget to add a sweet smile to decorate his old face.

Farhan squinted his eyes. His sight still seemed blurry. However, the bright lights helped her to see her mother's smile. “Ma,” call it down. He touched the hand of Mama who was stroking her cheek which now looks very thin. His cheekbones looked so clear. “Why not sleeping?” farhan asked in a voice. He did not even forget to smile to return the mother's sweet smile. While the next hand moves to get rid of the small towel on the forehead.

“Cold, Ma,” said Farhan as Mama's hand moved to prevent it.

Mama nodded in understanding. He didn't want to force anything on his son. Farhan's comfort is his priority now. “Yes Mama has replaced her blanket with a thicker blanket, yes, son. Let it not be cold anymore.”

Instead of answering. Farhan was trying to get up. However, because his body was still very weak made him almost go backwards. Lucky Mama quickly moved to hold the body of her son who increasingly realized increasingly losing weight. It managed to make Mama's heart feel brutally torn.

“Ma, help backrest. Very tired body Farhan,” said Farhan. After that, he breathed repeatedly. Until he felt her hand trying to help him lean. From that treatment Farhan immediately felt his heart warm. I don't know when the last time he felt so cared for was now.

“Ma,” call Farhan with a view that already leads to Mama. He looked at the woman's face still in a blurry state. Farhan doesn't even understand. Why did he sometimes feel his gaze was so unclear. Especially after an attack.

“Why, Honey? Want something?”

Farhan shook his head slowly. “Thank you, Ma, already a great mother to Brother, Farhan, and Adek,” said Farhan with her voice that sounded very small. Lucky distance with Mama is very close so that his voice can penetrate the mother's sense of hearing. He touched the back of the hand very gently and held it tightly. Then, he raised his mother's hand and kissed her warmly and long enough.

Mamma. Can only be stunned to see the treatment of his middle child. Heart's plump. Until a drop of liquid object that feels warm falls on the back of his hand that is still faithful kissed by Farhan. Farhan crying. The child he ignored was crying while kissing his hand. What was?

“Maafin Farhan has not been able to be that child and boasts like Big Brother. Or maybe it won't even be able to be like that.” Isakan Farhan is becoming. He hugged his mother tightly while reciting his apologies over and over again.

Mama could no longer hold back her tears. As a human being created into a sentient being. Mama was very touched by Farhan's attitude. In fact, Mama is not a parent figure like Papa who wants his two sons to follow in his footsteps struggling in the business world. My mom never sued her kids about anything. He always gave every child the freedom to wrestle the world according to their passion.

However, hearing the child's words made Mama think that Farhan had been very depressed all along. Farhan must be someone who is in accordance with Papa's wishes. Not being the true Farhan.

Because my mother cannot speak. He grabbed Farhan's body and embraced him lovingly. Very clearly Mama could feel the man's body trembling and banging. He stroked Farhan's back gently. He did not want to stop his son's cries. Because, maybe that way Farhan felt a little relieved.

“Ma, say the same Papa. Farhan will strive to be a great fighter for the rest of Farhan's life.”

The sentence stopped my heart beat. Why could Farhan talk about something Reyhan often does? What the hell is it?

Mama parsed her embrace and looked fixedly at the pair of neutrals with that glare. It doesn't matter if seeing it can tear down her tears even more. However, he wanted to find something that the child could not say. At least a cue he could read for later he realized for Farhan. But all you can catch is pain. Apparently the smile on his son's pale face was just a camouflage to cover up Farhan's pain all along.

“Mama don't want to hug Farhan anymore? Though, Farhan was already comfortable in Mama's embrace. I don't know when else can Farhan feel that?”

Silent.

“Ma, Farhan does not want to make Mama regret later. If Farhan is gone, Mama can no longer hug Farhan.”

Unfortunately, that sentence can only be thrown into the heart. It was not strong that Farhan was uttering that sentence. In fact, such sentences have very often forced to go outside.

“Yes already, Ma, it's okay. Farhan rested again, yes. Mama can also go back to Mama's room to rest,” said Farhan with a smile. He touched Mama's hand and played his thumb on the back of her hand. So, peck it long enough.

Without a word Mama returned her son's body into the arms. He embraces the body that is not realized now has begun to frail it very closely. Mama channel all the feelings unfortunately the head of the child. He kissed the top of Farhan's head fondly. Then he whispered a sentence to Farhan the greatest amulet. “Mama love you, Nak.”

Long enough the pair of mother and child drowned in an embrace. No sound was heard. Only the sound of sobs clashed against each other.

“Mama know, no?” farhan asked with a hoarse voice that managed to drive away the silence.

“What, Honey?”

“Besides being able to make Papa proud of Farhan. Farhan's other hope is that Farhan can exhale last in Mama's arms.”

Mama did not answer. He further tightened his embrace in the child's body. Hearing that sentence made her fear even more so. Farhan can't go.

“Eatya, now Mama must hug Farhan often. Let Farhan's hope be achieved and can make Farhan sleep peacefully even though later there will be alone,” continued Farhan. He said with a smile. No more tears flowing from her pair of blinds.

“Mama will always hold you, son. But you can't go. You should be the same Mama here.”

Farhan's body sank. Tired of having Farhan force himself to be strong. Tired of his strength to be okay. Slowly her eyelids closed.

“Farhan, wake. You still hear Mama, Honey?” Mom shook her son's body. He was afraid that the body would not move again. He was afraid that the pair of eyelids would not open again. He was afraid that the roar of breath that touched his skin would no longer blow. He feared that fate would take his son away.

“Farhan just want to sleep, Ma,” whispered Farhan who succeeded in making Mama's fear come out. Although not all of the fear went out with the night air.