New Breath
Chapter 17's

A week passed so quickly after the incident at the dinner table. If yesterday Farhan went outside with Tio without having to go to the office. Now Farhan will set foot again in the towering building. Where he leads as a substitute for the brother who is still lying in a coma.

The man with the pitch-black mane stood in front of the mirror to stare at himself before departing. As usual after that day, Farhan was always smiling and looking at his thin face and pale lips. His hand grabbed a small object given by Nadhira for then he applied on the lips to make it slightly blurred and colored. So that people do not realize how the pink lips slowly lose their hue.

Farhan's attentions were diverted when the sound of knocking on the door sounded. "Come in. The door is not locked" said Farhan with a slightly higher tone than usual to be heard outside the room.

Mama's figure emerged from behind the brown door with a fluffy smile. A tray with a glass of milk was in his hand. "So Mama forgot to make milk for you at the dinner table at breakfast, son. So this is Mama bring it directly to the room," Mama explained as she placed the tray on the table near Farhan's bed. Then he walked closer to the son.

"Surely you can go to the office? Don't you want to rest?" mama asked as she touched both of Farhan's shoulders. Honestly he was still hesitant to allow Farhan to go to the office. He was not sure that his son was fully recovered.

Farhan nodded. "Yakin dong, Ma," Farhan replied with certainty and without a look of doubt on his face.

"Yes already. Later if you feel unwell again just go home, darling. Don't push yourself, yeah."

Farhan nodded in understanding. It was good because now he had found the attention he had been craving. But can it be said that it is too late? For Farhan never knew when his breath would blow. Until when he was left to endure the growing pains.

"Drink the milk first. Just leaving," said Mama while tidying up formal clothes that wrap the body of the middle child. He then led the body taller than him to a table beside Farhan's bed where he placed a tray containing a glass of milk.

"It's a drink first." Mama handed the glass to Farhan.

"Thank you, Ma" said Farhan. The thanks he said were not just a thank you for a glass of milk made by Mama. But thanks for the attention that was lost.

Mom smiled. "Let's take Mama to the front," said Mama and grabbed Farhan's briefcase that her son had prepared and put it on the bed.

Farhan chuckled at the treatment of his mother. "Ma" called Farhan softly. She also wrapped her hands around her neck and walked out of the room.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dear mom, isn't it, same Farhan?"

"Dear."

"If Farhan gets married, how?"

"Farhan joking. I want to take care of my mom for longer. Only Farhan was ready to be taken care of by other women" said Farhan and kissed his mother's cheek briefly.

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The drum was firmly anchored in Farhan's chest as he confronted Papa. Since ten minutes ago. No sound could be heard in Papa's room. Silence became a domineering atmosphere between the pair of father and son.

"Do you know why Papa called you here?"

Farhan. Actually he already knew the main cause he was in the room which for the employees was a room as honored as the palace of the king. However, isn't that clearly not the case for Farhan? Because Papa's room is the most creepy room and makes tense for him. And go back to the reason why he was called and faced Papa. Obviously because for Papa he has made a mistake from the work he has done as much as possible. Anything else? Farhan had always been stuck in that room for the same reason. As for his great achievements, he never once received an appreciation from Papa.

I heard Papa sigh long and tired. He also rubbed his face rough. Until the next second he hit the table very hard. Some of the objects there fell down smelling the floor perfectly because of the loudness of the buzz created there. In fact, Farhan did not stop to jerk up to make the horn inside his chest increasingly become so.

"Basic is not becus!" papa shouted with a red face extinguished because of the anger that he could no longer control. "You know this is a big tender?"

Farhan lowered his head inside. He did not dare to look at those sharp and angry eyes. Let alone to crash directly into the look of his eyes. Just glancing at him he was unable to. The look in Papa's eyes was already truly terrifying and like it was ready to pounce on him.

Farhan bowed his head so deeply that he was unaware of Papa's movements. Suddenly, his body was standing with the collar of a shirt that had been held tightly by his father. This makes the air supply feel reduced by itself. Of course it also managed to make Farhan had to open his mouth to then be able to meet the little need for oxygen for his lungs.

Bugh!

A punch landed right on Farhan's right cheek. It's not enough to get there. Farhan's body was pushed hard and managed to land perfectly on the floor. The already frail body was back to get an attack from the foot wrapped in a luxurious pantofel. What can Farhan do but be silent and let his father's brutality make him an outlet?

"Basic is not becus!" papa shouted and once again kicked Farhan's stomach until a groan escaped from the man's mouth. Then, guiltlessly and sinfully, he walked away, leaving Farhan with all his pain.

Farhan. The man wiped away the blood that had escaped at the corner of his lips. Then, a smile that managed to invite pain in the part of his limbs that were hit hard Papa's hand. "Why not be killed?" said Farhan still with a slanted smile that decorate the face of lack of hue while staring at Papa's back to disappear perfectly behind the door of the room.

The man with the black mane already wet by the sweat tried to get up. He tried to get rid of the pain that spread throughout his body. Also with a sense of dizziness that has begun to perch. By holding on to the edge of the table, Farhan was finally able to stand even with an imperfect position. Because, he had to bend his body to withstand the pain in his stomach which was hit hard by the father's foot wrapped in pantofel at a fantastic price.

Farhan moved out of Papa's room. Now he does not care how the views of the employees who see it later. The most important thing now was how he could return to his room quickly.

Just like Farhan had guessed. He became the center of attention of employees in the office with his appearance that was not neat. However, what attracted more attention was the part of his face that had been battered. Some people approached Farhan with the intention to help. But before that happens. He raised his right hand into the air until none of them dared to come near. They were just staring at the pity Farhan who was walking with a shunt.