New Breath
Chapter 48's

“Hei!” Reyhan hugged the body of Nadhira who was combing her hair from behind. He then kissed the top of his wife's head fondly.

Nadhira smiled sweetly and looked at her husband from the makeup mirror. He then gently stroked Reyhan's head. After that, she let go of her husband's embrace and turned over. Nadhira. He wrapped his hands around Reyhan's body. “You rest now, don't?” nadhira asked softly.

Reyhan stroked the top of his wife's head. He hugged Nadhira tightly. “Later. I want to spend time talking to you. Too many things I haven't known as long as I'm in a coma, ‘kan?” Reyhan felt his wife's head nod in his arms. “You want to tell me the same story, no?”

“Of course,” replied Nadhira. He raised his gaze until he met Reyhan.

Reyhan then led Nadhira's body towards the bed. There they sat down. Then, Reyhan embraced Nadhira with one hand. While the other hand he used to hold his wife's small hand. “I started the story or you, Al?” reyhan asked after getting a comfortable position.

“Kakak not only. Looks like the story of Sister is more interesting.”

Reyhan laughing. Before he started to raise his voice, Reyhan took the time to kiss Nadhira's hair. “Last noon I made Papa the same as Farhan lunch. Without their knowledge of course.”

“Terus?” Nadhira could not wait to hear her husband's story.

“Yes, you know what Papa and Farhan are like. The situation is really awward. I was confused to have to melt the atmosphere like. But ...” Reyhan deliberately hung up his story.

“Kak, if the story is direct. Don't be paused so.”

Reyhan chuckled at Nadhira's annoyed face. Indeed his wife is in this kind of business a tissue-thin patience. However, Reyhan was happy to see her. He was worried about his wife's attitude.

“The satisfaction just melted away when Papa and Farhan recited my words simultaneously. And it went on twice. After that, I saw them as normal. They're back as they used to be.”

Nadhira's gaze sparkled. He hopes this is a good start for Farhan and Papa to start their good relationship.

“Actually, it's easy to get them back. It's just that, they no one wants to start,” Reyhan said after thinking about how fast Farhan and Papa are back as they used to be. The proof, only the matter of the location of the picnic which then paved the way for a good return. Yes, again, it is good Papa or Farhan no one wants to start first.

“May this be a good start for Papa and Farhan, yes, Brother,”. Then, put her hand on the body of the husband.

“I hope so.”

Then, after that story after story another flowed like water in a clean river. The couple enjoyed it by listening to each other. Sharing stories, and laughing.

In a different room of that magnificent house. A man in a t-shirt and shorts was in focus with a laptop in front of him. Also the papers were scattered on the study table. He scratched his head which was not itchy at all. Almost an hour of studying the file given Reyhan, in fact, is still not enough to make him understand. Indeed Farhan who has no basis for plunge in the business world makes the child have to learn extra to be able to. He wants to prove to everyone that he can also be a proud person.

Farhan exhaled a rough breath. He then pulled his hair back. After that, Farhan could only stare at the screen of the laptop that displayed the files that made him dizzy. If not, shouldn't he ask? Farhan raised his head and stared at the clock on the wall of his room. Almost ten o'clock at night. That means that almost the entire house must have rested. Except, .. Yeah, except Papa. Farhan was sure the man was still awake. So, should he go to Papa to ask some things he does not understand?

Farhan got up from his chair. He then took a pair of his legs out of the room. Do not forget to bring the folding object that is still on. His legs slowly stepped down one by one the stairs that connected to the ground floor where Papa's workspace was located. Arriving at the door, for the first time he unhesitatingly knocked on the door of the man's room. “Pa, this is Farhan. Farhan can enter?”

Shortly after Farhan knocked on the door. A voice from within was heard inviting him in. Without a second thought, Farhan turned the door knob and opened it. Entering the room containing thick books lined up on the shelf. Farhan then stepped closer to Papa's desk. “Papa busy?”

Papa was silent for a moment. Is Farhan now getting used to it?

“Pa,” call Farhan when not getting an answer from the man.

“Oh, no. Why?”

“Hm, there is something Farhan did not understand from the file that Brother loved earlier this afternoon. Papa can clear a little to Farhan, can't you?”

Unknowingly Papa's thin smile rose decorating her face. Perhaps the silliness that occurred at lunch was a good start for his relationship with the son. “Which do you not understand?”

Farhan approached and brought his laptop towards Papa. He then showed a few rows of numbers and curves that made him dizzy. With great focus Farhan listened to Papa's explanation. The man not only explained, Papa also gave an example by writing on paper. However, his focus was gone when his hands that had been silent all of a sudden began to tremble. Farhan then looked at the part of his limb that one. Then, quickly grasped it tightly.

Papa who was also focused on explaining finally distracted his attention as well. He raised his head and saw Farhan still trying to condition his body. Without thinking, Papa got up. He touched Farhan's hand. “Your hands why vibrate like this, son?” Papa started to panic. He doesn't know he has to.

“Pa, hold tight, Pa,” Farhan said in a shrieking voice.

Papa quickly carried out Farhan's request. But instead of stopping. His body actually shook affected by the strange body of his son.

“Pa, please Farhan, Pa.”

Papa did not speak. He immediately grabbed Farhan's body which was having a seizure and hugged him tightly. Although he almost lost, but Papa did not give up. He hugged the body even more. Farhan's body was completely weakened and almost fell. Then, Papa led Farhan to his chair. He took that wet face. “Nak, you still hear Papa's voice?” ask Papa to draw Farhan's consciousness.

Farhan nodded his head, then spoke. “Thank you, Pa.”

Papa stared at his son's face. In his heart he kept wondering about what happened. “Farhan,” call Papa.

Farhan who knew Papa would ask if he was trying to be okay. He then asked permission to pass from Papa's room before the man searched for him with various questions. “Farhan want to rest first, yes, Pa.” Farhan passed by quickly. In fact, he left his laptop there.

“Farhan wait!”

Be late. Papa is too late. Farhan's body had moved away and was lost behind the door leaf of his study. Now, Papa is increasingly convinced that something is wrong with his middle child. “Are you still not comfortable to tell the same story Papa, Son?” lirih Papa's.