New Breath
Chapter 4's

The sad look of the man in the old gray suit was still fixed on a name displayed from an object made of glass on the table. It should be the owner of the name who sits sweet and leaning on the seat of pride that people often fight over. So, he can freely without pressure do whatever he wants. Looking for happiness in their own way.

The slanted smile printed clearly framed the face with the man's firm jaw. The face that now often looks without hue. In the air-conditioned space, in silence he enjoys the way of thinking that is not like what. It was created without a clear direction.

Farhan. Yes, the man in the old ash suit is Farhan. He stared at the frame with a portrait of a pair of people wearing bridal clothes. A sweet smile and a tinge of happiness were clearly imprinted on the faces of the two. Unknowingly Farhan revealed a faint smile.

"Farhan hopes that Big Brother will open his eyes soon" said Farhan. He really felt reluctant to trap himself in a world that he should not be in. So, whose fault is it? Didn't he agree to help Papa himself?

The ringing of a black flat object lying on the table with several other maps turned Farhan's gaze away. Both corners of the man's hueless lips lifted up looking at the name displayed on his phone screen. Farhan grabbed the thing and answered the incoming call.

"alright. After that, accompany me to visit my little hero in the hospital. How's it?" farhan. After getting a reply, he disconnected the phone. Tidy up all the files that are still scattered on the table. Actually, Farhan could have let anything fall apart. However, he did not want to trouble Tio. There's been too much work done by Tio.

Feeling everything is in order. Farhan immediately stepped foot out of the room. Looks a happy hue on the face with the firm jaw carving. Yes, although his face now more often looks pale. Also with a body that is getting thinner.

"Farhan!"

The resolute voice managed to make Farhan's move hanging. The twenty-year-old man turned to the source of the voice. As usual, he caught the expressionless look on his face. The always-successful rampage made Farhan shudder in horror and fear. In fact, just to swallow the saliva he was so troubled.

"Where are you going?"

The cold voice still caught the senses. Farhan twisted his body and ventured closer to the owner of the voice. "Farhan's going out to lunch and to the hospital."

"Follow Papa into your room!"

An ultimatum that no one can oppose. Even Farhan who incidentally as a biological child though.

Farhan exhaled heavily while staring at the middle-aged man's body away towards his room. Reyhan's room to be precise. He immediately ran after her before his father got angry. Yes, even though Farhan knows what will happen after this. As always.

"There's ap..."

Farhan had not yet finished his sentence. A hard slap landed right on his right cheek. There was a sense of heat radiating on that part of his body. Slowly Farhan's hand was raised and touched his cheek. He smiled bitterly. Exactly according to estimates.

"How many more times are you going to lead the company to the door of bankruptcy, huh?!" Papa's face was red. There was clearly anger on his old face.

"Sorry" said Farhan. Yeah, there's no word the black-spirited man can say other than an apology. Then, as usual the words he said will give birth to new anger in the father.

Farhan's ears buzzed as Papa's hands landed a second time on his cheeks. The man's sight was blurred. Papa's swearing and scolding sound giddy. He shook his head slowly. "Non't now!" farhan shouted in his heart.

Farhan's body fell backwards as Papa's burly hand pushed him. The man's head hit the corner of the table. He grimaces. The pain returned mercilessly.

Papa squatting. He stared hard at Farhan. His hands clutching the collar of the child's shirt. "A thousand words of apology will not be able to recover the company's losses caused by your carelessness."

The man's eyes closed. Not because of that angry look. However, because of the pain that greeted again, making Papa's voice was not really caught clearly by the sense of hearing.

The man in the messy clothes felt something flowing from his nose. The hand that had been grabbing his black mane had moved to wipe away the liquid. A discordant smile was imprinted on her shimmerless lips as her eyes caught something flowing from her pointy nose with a fiery red color. Bloods. Again the liquid smelling rancid thing came out without excuse.

The rectangular flat object lying not far from Farhan's position curled up in pain again rang. The ring that he had deliberately set up was special for a girl who was enthroned in his heart. A girl he accidentally met and made him fall in love with in an instant.

Apparently the pain that still dominates in the head confiscates almost all of Farhan's energy. Until just shifting, he was no longer able to. He's still moaning stifled. Wiping the sweat was also the loyal blood coming out from his pointy nose.

Farhan's cell phone was unceasingly ringing. He was only able to stare at things with a slight crack lying carelessly on the floor.

"Sorry, Za," he said. There was a puddle imprinted on my eyelids.

Farhan's gaze turned toward the door that squeaked and opened, displaying someone who was his partner in the office.

"Mas Tio," said Farhan again in an almost inaudible voice until his collapsed body touched the floor that was splattered with a fiery red stain.

"Jeez, Mr. Farhan!" Tio was hysterical to see his new boss. He ran and grabbed Farhan's body.

"Don't tell Papa" whispered Farhan with his eyes half closed.

Tio was stunned for a moment. "We're going to the hospital."

Farhan just shook his head. "If you take me to the hospital. Other employees will see this happen. And of course it will sound to Papa's ears."

"Then, what should I do, sir?"

"My medicine is in the desk drawer."

Without thinking any longer Tio rushed over. Take a glass tube containing small grains that are so foreign to him.

"This, sir," said Tio, giving him the object his master asked for.

Tio carefully watched the man who was now replacing Reyhan's position. He saw the pale face of Farhan, exactly like the face of Reyhan who had once anfal before him.

"Thank you, Mas Tio."

Tio nodded. "Pak Farhan should rest first. I'll clean up the room, Father."

Without a word Tio smeared Farhan's body which was still limp. Even though the pain has disappeared.

Farhan blocked Tio's hand as the man was about to move. "Please keep this incident a secret from anyone, Mas" Farhan said.

Only a thin smile was imprinted on Tio's face before he completely moved out of his superior room.