Bloody Bond

Chapter 23

Second day in the hospital.

"Sister Fahri...!" Syafa's heart feels like it's going to fall. He had intended to go out for a while to find food. When back presented to an unpleasant sight.

The infusion buffer has fallen on the floor while the hand where the intravenous needle is located is bleeding. The patient was right in front of the bathroom door. The situation was very chaotic with pillows on the floor and also the blanket just loosened under the bed. Some of the Dunka's gifts were scattered last night.

Fahri's clothes were no less messy. Just a drop on the shoulder next door almost fell down. Patients who refuse to wear hospital clothes when they wake up. Also the most reluctant to press the emergency button when needed. So can be alone.

"Aren't you going to the bathroom?"

The one asked sigh.

"Where are you?" Not to answer even behind his name. Continues its course after removing the infusion needle because it feels that it interferes with movement. Not only that, Fahri even threw his brace until it sounded loud.

"Yeah!" Shafa reflex raised both his hands to cover his ears. His eyes closed because of surprise mixed with worry about the action Fahri revoke the infusion.

The one who had just come was about to hit the door of the room.

"There's ap...?" Bejo looked at himself. It's so fucked up this room. Fahri gawked into the bathroom after slamming the door very hard.

Shafa jumped in shock. Bejo issued a swearing oath.

"The immoral patient.". The man was right in front of the bathroom door.

"What if we just throw it from here" he added when it was close to Syafa. Bejo seemed to be complaining.

"There's no harm in trying. Unfortunately, I was confused as to what reason to make when Sibu nanya later." Shafa took a breath repeatedly. 

Fortunately, the evil intention is only a form of impingement that comes out limited to the lips. 

Shafa is knocking on the door. Offered by shouting calling Fahri's name. This man needs help. Like this afternoon that asked to be served when wiping the entire body. Ask to be fed while eating and drinking. Even just fix the blanket Syafa did.

"Leave it. His behavior has gotten stranger since he got sick" Bejo said, switching to sitting on the sofa. An apple under him he took and wiped with his hands and then he ate.

"Washed first, Kang!"

"Stuck in the mouth."

Silent.

Two people stared at the bathroom door.

"I'm confused by Brother's behavior. He's more angry. Ever since the stabbing, he's always been angry. I don't know why."  Shafa was still standing straight in front of the door.

"And his behavior is getting spoiled." Timpal Bejo's. Absolutely permitted by Shafa. "Maybe his brain was also pierced. Or even his heart" Bejo said involuntarily. Syafa cringing. Trying to understand Bejo's words.

"Don't think. I'm just making up."

Fahri groaned from inside. Makes the girl confused. He immediately went in to see what happened. It's a fool who doesn't know that the door isn't locked. Why not follow her brother from earlier.

Arriving inside was even more surprised by the look of Fahri. His pants are not perfectly fitted. Fahri's face looks crumpled.

Be present! It's called wrong. The one who entered should be Bejo. Syafa is too careless.

"Yaw! Why not wear it right?" Shafa covered his face with the palm of his hand.

"If I could've done it." Syafa opened his fingers slightly while pulling a little eyelid. Fahri got his hands flicked. Still bleeding.

"Yaw! Don't be flirted with that." The Syafa Reflexes lower the ego. Grabbing Fahri's hand then wiping it with tissue. A little pressing so that the blood no longer comes out.

"Sha-shafa help conclude that yes!" As fast as lightning the tiny hand grabbed the rope and made a neat knot. His heart was so incredibly shaking. His blood is beating violently. Between awkwardness and shame.

Aren't they brothers? It should be normal, right? They have blood ties or because they are both adults until they feel different when they were little.

"Thank you!" Fahri. Syafa nodded awkwardly. Unknowingly tucking in a still-tidy hair child.

"Help after all?"

"Don't take a shower, brother! Let me wash it." Their gazes collided with each other, but as quickly as possible Syafa tried to dodge.

'Why does it feel like this? Why did the comfortable feeling turn awkward this way?'

Syafa took a small towel and put it under the faucet. Set the temperature of the warm water of the nails.

Standing up, Syafa wiped Fahri's back from behind. Fahri just shut up. Occasionally hold your breath to neutralize the increasingly sharp heart vibrations.

All this time Syafa did not pay much attention to his brother's body. It turned out so good...! Passionate stroking his brother's dashing back. Slowly start from the top and then go down to the waist.    Very lovely.

No Syafa. He's your brother. Your brother's. Throw that mind away.

Unfortunately, when he woke up. His right hand was pulled Fahri. Circled up to the mouth-watering torn bread.

"Yeah!" The unfortunate Syafa tweet even sounds like an ******* in Fahri's ear. "Don't do this, brother!" When Fahri even slowly pulled his hand up and down.

Syafa held back. Her body is cold hot. The back of Fahri that he patted seemed to bind himself in helplessness.

"Sorry, Brother!"

Shafa pulled his hand a little rough. Fahri was treated so. Sculpting without having to do anything. If only he had more courage. Not thinking about everyone's feelings. He'll scream right now. Expressing feelings.

Syafa also felt disappointed and not willing when his hand was released. That comfortable feeling turned awkward.

Both of them realized that it was beyond the limits of the blood relationship.

"Are you really going to marry Dunka, Fa?" This is what makes Fahri very upset.

Last night Dunka came with his mother. Looking Fahri. Haji Ali's extended family also came. And that most upset Fahri when everyone is happy about the relationship Syafa and Dunka.

The thing is, he can't separate the two. Or even express the feelings that he holds in his heart. Finally languishing alone in the wound do not know when it ends.

"Shyafa...!"

"For Sibu, Brother!"

"Then what about your heart? Are you expecting Dunka too?"

"Syafa doesn't know!" Just step out of the bathroom that feels stifling. Unfortunately, Fahri's hands get his fingers faster. They are still in a state of intersections.

Fahri squeezes Shafa's fingers. It felt like Syafa was electrocuted. Blood rustling. Shafa closed his eyes. Feel what vibrations hit the soul.

How can I answer? What does Syafa have to say? His heart has been fucked. Ever since Fahri was approached by the nurse, he felt jealous. She did not want her brother taken by someone else. But for what reason?

"Syafa, brother doesn't want you to be with anyone else. Brother is not willing when you're with Dunka. Brother feels that he's no good to you."

"Yaw!"

"Remember this marriage, Fa!"

"Yaw!"

"If you love your sister."

Shafa did not answer. He revolted little to let his fingers go.

"I beg you!" Fahri.

"Yaw!"

Syafa did not feel tears falling. I don't know because he doesn't understand himself. Fahri held a pain in his arm. Hugging Syafa into a hug.

"It's all clear now." Bejo peeked through the gap of the door that was not closed perfectly.

To be continued