New Breath
Chapter 39's

Reyhan can now only lament the fate he never thought would come to welcome his new life after being in a coma for three more months. It was not until two weeks that he enjoyed his role as a father holding a pair of tiny and adorable twins. Tonight he was surprised by a reality that really made Reyhan seem to fall hard to fall so deep. Not only that, he also regretted blaming himself. If not for him, who else would have passed the disease on to the baby. And what makes Reyhan feel so sick is that his very young son has to endure great pain and will bet his life every second. Reyhan already knows what it's like to be in Radit's position.

Reyhan grabbed the tiny hand for him to hold. Then, he kissed her warmly and for quite a while. Reyhan's tears collapsed because he could no longer stand. The guilt is so great in Reyhan. Why should Radit? Why his little son?

“Sorry Papa, yes, dear. You're like this because of Papa. Papa has lowered the pain

here's to you,” Reyhan said as he looked at Radit's face that was now calm in his mind. However, it did not necessarily make Reyhan feel calm as well. The pain is still inside Reyhan for what befell his little son.

“If Papa could replace you, Papa would do it, son. Let Papa himself feel the pain,” Reyhan continued. Her tears are flowing again. More powerful than ever. He's fucked. Until Reyhan felt a pair of circular arms on his body. He knew who owned the arm that grabbed him. A pair of arms were coiled to give her comfort. He could feel the regular roar of breath touching the surface of his skin. “Sorry me, Al,” Reyhan said without any intention of changing his position. He let his wife's little hand grab him from behind. To flow every comfort from a woman who has given birth to two tiny creatures that are so cute.

“Ngak. Brother doesn't have to apologize. Brother is not wrong,” said Nadhira. Is it wrong, Reyhan? Doesn't a father want his son to suffer? And Reyhan as well. Moreover, Nadhira knew very well Reyhan had felt tremendous pain in the span of decades. Of course the man did not want the same thing to be felt by his own flesh blood. Reyhan does want strong and tough kids. However, God willed that one of their sons should be born with a heart defect like Reyhan. And Nadhira knew this was bound to happen, Reyhan would definitely continue to blame himself for what befell one of their sons.

“Radit like this because of me, Al,” said Reyhan again still blame himself.

Nadhira let go of his grip. She moved to the side of her husband. Then, he sat crouched down beside Reyhan with his head perfectly raised. “Honey,”call Nadhira with a very soft sounding tone. It would be a lie if Nadhira did not feel sad for the current situation. However, he could not show his sorrow in front of Reyhan. Her husband is in a bad state and is not doing well. She had to position herself as one of the strong men who then strengthened her husband. Because, if not him, who else will strengthen?

Reyhan lowered his gaze and fixed his gaze on the pair of eyeballs that were now looking at him very warmly and lovingly. He saw the calmness on his wife's face. Reyhan knew that what he was seeing right now was just an attempt by Nadhira to look good. However, deep down in Nadhira's deepest heart, there were wounds and sorrows hidden so nicely there. Reyhan knew how his unwilling wife's nature seemed to grieve in the presence of others. Nadhira will always try to look that everything will be fine. Reyhan knows that.

“Radit is a small self Sister version. Born with a privilege that only God gives to strong people. Don't look weakly at that privilege. Like Brother, Radit will also definitely be strong. Radit will grow up like his special father and always strong,” Nadhira said with a voice that sounded very softly sniffed in Reyhan's auditory senses. He grabbed Reyhan's hand and grabbed it. “Let this hand that

will always embrace Radit to strengthen. Like Brother who always tries to strengthen me, strengthen Farhan, and strengthen everything.” Nadhira gave her sweet smile to Reyhan. He then brought Reyhan's hand closer to his face. Then, he kissed Reyhan's back warmly and long enough before he raised his eyes again.

Nadhira released the stranglehold again on Reyhan's body. She cupped her husband's face and crashed

his gaze was on that pair of still wet eyeballs. “And what Mama and Papa believed was really happening. Brother can still be here. Now all we have to do is instill these positive thoughts that Radit is indeed a strong son like his father. We can do it, baby,” said Nadhira again without feeling bored to be strong and strengthen.

Reyhan was stunned to see the firmness Nadhira showed him. He should be ashamed of his wife. Why should he show sorrow and lament the fate that is certainly the best scenario God wrote? As the head of the family, he must strengthen. Especially Nadhira. It's not exactly the opposite.

Reyhan let out a long breath. He then nodded his head and returned Nadhira's smile. “Sorry. I forgot who I was. I should have strengthened you. Not the other way around.”

Nadhira laughed. “Didn't every couple have to strengthen each other?”

Reyhan nodded his head without taking off his smile.

“Or Brother feels that Brother's pride falls if I strengthen. That, yeah?” Nadhira looked at Reyhan with a gaze that pretended to be probing.

Reyhan felt anxious to see his wife. He stood up and pulled Nadhira's body and hugged her tightly. “Thank you for being a strong wife and mother,” Reyhan said. He felt overwhelmed. Then her tears flowed back. “I promise will be a strong husband and father too.”

Nadhira returned her husband's embrace. He doesn't want to cry. However, her feelings as a mother cannot be lied to. His tears flowed and flowed down the river on his cheeks. He spilled his sorrow in Reyhan's arms. However, he kept smiling so as not to be so obvious and did not make Reyhan realize it.