New Breath
Chapter 6's

The rectangular flat object on the table vibrates with the screen on. Farhan who was about to put food into his mouth stopped the hand movement. He turned his head for a while before finally putting the spoon on his plate after seeing the writing clearly displayed on the phone screen. He grabbed that thing quickly. Then, immediately smiled with a glazed look.

“Who, Mas?”

Farhan looked at the face of his lover who was sitting on the chair across the table. “Sir Nadhira, Za.”

Instantly Finza's curious face turned into a worried look. The woman who is also Nadhira's best friend knows what is now happening to her best friend. As someone who was so close to Nadhira, Finza could not lie that he was also sad. “What's up, Mas?” tanyanya's worried. Like Farhan, he also stopped his movement of putting food in his mouth.

“Radit is awake, Za,” replied Farhan with a smile that expands to make his eyes narrow. However, it actually made the puddles on his eyelids collapse just like that. Tears of his waiting are now bearing real fruit.

“Alhamdulillah,” thanks Finza. He looked at the man in front of him who was shamelessly crying. “Mas—”

“I cry happily, Za. Finally, one heavy ordeal that can be passed,” said Farhan cut Finza sentence. He wiped away the tears that escaped on his cheek.

Finza could only smile. As someone who incidentally was Farhan's lover, he knew the sadness that the man felt. “You to the hospital now?” asked Finza very gently.

“Take your meal first, then we go to the hospital. I don't see you sick later.”

The woman with the large hijab that wrapped her head was blushed. Farhan's simple attention had an effect on his heart rate. Not only that, his two cheeks did not stop meeting. He nodded and continued eating.

But that didn't last long. Finza's attention was seized when Farhan's drink glass fell from the man's grasp. Luckily, the glass did not fall on the floor.

“Mas, ken—” Finza sentences truncated. He was surprised not to play when a pair of neutrals caught something flowing from his lover's nose. Farhan was not aware of it and was busy touching his trembling hand. “Astaghfirullah, Mas Farhan, you nosebleed.”

Finza deftly shifted his chair and moved closer. Without hesitation he touched Farhan's nose with his bare hands to stop the blood coming out. “Mas, you why?” finza asked worriedly when she didn't get any response from Farhan. It only caught the man holding the right hand with his eyes closed.

“Nothing, dear,” replied Farhan in a soft voice after a moment of silence and his hands felt normal. He removed Finza's hand covering his nose. Thankfully, no more blood came out. However, it was still clearly visible the remains of the red object around his face.

Without saying anything else Finza moved back towards her seat. But instead of sitting back. Finza ransacked the contents of his bag and pulled something out of it. Fortunately, what he was looking for was found quickly. Then, again approached Farhan who was still trying to clean up the remaining blood with his bare hands.

“I help cleanin, Mas,” said Finza and immediately clean his girlfriend's face with a tissue.

Farhan was silent about Finza's treatment. He raised his head and saw the face of his lover who was full of worry. Highlight eyes that always look at him cheerful and loving even this time look cute and glassy. Farhan felt guilty. He should bring happiness to the woman who has managed to seize the heart and divert the world. But now he feels like a failure.

Farhan grabs her lover's hand, stopping Finza's activities just like that. In his face the palms that have changed color with a glare. “Now it is my turn to clean your hands, yes,” he said as he looked up and smiled faintly. He received only a nod from the woman standing before him.

•••••

“What happened, Mas Farhan? Is there something I don’t know?” finza asked and successfully stopped Farhan's steps towards the car. His gaze was flat looking at the wide back of his lover.

Farhan turned his head, finding the expressionless Finza. However, the question posed by the hijab-wearing woman sounded demanding. “A-what do you mean, Darling?” tanya Farhan. For the first time he did not dare to stare at the bead with his lover's honey iris. Sayu, but make heartburn.

“This isn't the first time I've found you nosebleed like that, Mas. What's the matter exactly?”

Farhan did not answer. He narrowed the distance to Finza. “You forgot, yes, now I'm going to be overtime a lot, Za. I'm a nosebleed for a tadpole, honey,” Farhan's lie. This is what it feels like to hide something from others. Now he could feel how difficult Reyhan's position had been all along.

Finza couldn't completely believe what Farhan said. He felt something was awkward and something was a secret of his lover. However, he also could not force Farhan to tell him everything now. Given that the man is currently in a fairly complicated situation. “Good. Maybe at this time I don't deserve to be your friend to share your heart, Mas. Its nothing. I will not make sense,” he said while forcing a smile to come out and decorate his face.

“Za, buk—”

The woman with the charming smile managed to cut Farhan's sentence with just a touch of the hand on the arm. He rubbed Farhan's arm gently. “I believe that someday you will tell me many things without having to ask. I can still wait until that day comes, Mas.”

Farhan's lips were silenced. The smile of the woman before him looked very sweet, but managed to make her sick. He doesn't know what to do now. Will he have to open his voice about the secret he is hiding? Or keep Finza waiting until time unwinds her secret? As well as the story of the brother—Reyhan.

“You also can't wait to meet your best friend, right, Za?” farhan asked with a light laugh. It also made Finza laugh. “In the hospital there is also Mikayla you know.”

“Really?” This time Finza could not hide his enthusiasm. Since graduating college and his two best friends—Nadhira and Mikayla—married, he has rarely spent time with them. It was only natural that he missed those two women.

Farhan nodded quickly and smiled widely. “In addition to Mother, Mikayla was the one who often kept Radit in the hospital.”

“Ya already, Mas. Let's go now,” he said as he pulled Farhan's arm. However, he had not yet set foot. He felt Farhan's hand tremble and was forcefully pulled by his owner.

“Sial! Why else is this?” swearing in Farhan's heart while hiding his suddenly shaking right hand behind his back.

This time Finza did not stay silent. He forced Farhan's hand. He stared at the trembling hand. Then, held tight.

“Finza,” call Farhan slowly while trying to let go of Finza's grasp. However, not in spite. The grip grew tighter and a drop of water fell on the back of his hand. Finza crying. Finza was crying for it?

“Too much caffeine consumption can make tremors, Za. Because I do a lot of work and have to be overtime. Inevitably I have to drink a lot of coffee.” I don't know how many sins Farhan committed today. The second time he lied again.

Finza's head was raised. His face was wet. “You should check your condition, Mas. I'm afraid something bad happened. Just listen to me this time,” he said begging. Yeah, somehow Finza always felt something was wrong with Farhan's body.

“Hei! Don't cry dong,” said Farhan with his left hand that moves to wipe Finza's tears. “Everything’s will be fine, Darling.”

Finza shook her head repeatedly. Nah! This time his feelings really forced him not to believe Farhan's words. “Mas, please!” cupped his hands in front of his chest. His stuff is getting worse now.

A long and resigned breath was heard from Farhan. He rubbed his face rough. Then, grab Finza's hand by forcing her own hand that was still shaking. “Iya. I will check my condition. But, please stop crying like this, Za.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Finza's smile was created. He grabbed the hand of Farhan who was still experiencing the tremor. Grasped tightly and said, “Your hand is still shaking, Mas. Let me drive, yeah.”

“Tap—"

“You don't want to if we end up in the hospital with severe injuries?"

Farhan. With conditions that are indeed unstable like now is very unlikely for him to drive. It's not just going to endanger him and Finza. But also other riders. He finally nodded his head, letting the woman he loved drive. This time only. After this, he will no longer let Finza.

“Za, i’m so sorry,” said Farhan before his Toyota Corolla Altis branded iron train left the restaurant page. He also stared fixedly at Finza's slightly chaotic face beside him. What was said this time was a form of regret because it made the good man whom God sent was crying.

A pair of beads belonging to Finza narrowed when he heard Farhan's regretful apology.

As if I understood Finza's gaze. Farhan then replied, “Sorry has been so presumptuous to make you cry. Maybe I was the first person to do that. Because, Abah, Mas Aziel, and Deva must never do this same thing you.”

Finza was again made blush. Farhan treated her so very special. For the thing that Farhan accidentally did even made the man feel very sorry. “Yes you must apologize to them for making their beloved girl cry,” Finza replied with a smile fluffy and flavored joke. He almost laughed.

“Martabak special enough, yes?” tanya Farhan continued the joke.

“Raspberry Cheesecake for Deva.”

The laughter of the two sounded simultaneously filling the car. Also deporting that previously completely unpleasant atmosphere.