Dusk Rainbow

Fear of syringes

It's been three nights since Devan and Raisya slept at Dad's house. In addition to more freely taking care of the wedding of his sister, Devan also helped father finish some work in the office.

The preparation of the event involving Devan was almost one hundred percent complete. A few twins also participated in the party this time.

Now Devan is the only hope that can be relied upon, because of Afif's profession as a doctor, then you can not expect the man to work in the office.

"You tired, Van?" Dad approached Devan who kept stroking the nape of his neck. Unlike usual, his face was a little pale and there was no spirit in the least.

"Yes" Devan replied heavily.

Raisya came with two cups of black coffee for her father and husband.

"Looks like a sleep-deprived sister, you shouldn't rest first" Raisya grabbed Devan's hand and stared at the clock that was coiled in her husband's hand. Turns out it's time for a break, not to mention Devan's overtime last night until eleven.

"Yes, you take a break first, let me check this document."

Dad's hand started touching the pile of maps on the table.

Devan yawned accompanied by glazed eyes, his head felt throbbing and his body felt a bit hot cold. Sipping hot coffee made by his beloved wife will probably relieve his fatigue at this time, he thought. However, suddenly the coffee that just entered his esophagus was back out because his stomach felt nauseous.

Immediately Devan put down his cup hurriedly upon seeing Raisya's hand rising.

"Sorry baby, did you get the coffee?"

Devan traced every inch of his wife's body that was still crouching in front of him. Switch the back of his very shiny white hand.

Dad was shocked and closed the documents again.

Raisya shook his head, the fact that Devan did not spout at him, but to his left side. It's just that he was shocked by Devan's unexpected actions.

"Big brother why?" raisya asked worriedly, her face looked terrified as she saw Devan holding her stomach back with both hands.

"It's okay, I'm just nauseous."

"La" cried Mahesa's father.

Devan's eyes were perfectly rounded, his fine fur instantly goosebumps as father kept shouting calling the doctor.

"Well, I'm going to go to the room."

Devan swiftly left his father and Raisya for his room.

Dad laughed - which made Raisya surprised. 

His son was sick, but he was laughed at. 

It's really your dad's drip, Van. 

Not Syakila, but the mother who emerged from behind the closet, because from earlier the woman cleaned clothes that will be sent to the orphanage.

"What's this?" Still with her position, Raisya furrowed her brows as Mahesa's father still continued to flaunt his teeth.

"Devan is afraid of Syakila, Bund," replied Masih's father accompanied by a small laugh.

"What's he really doing?" ask Mommy to sit next to the father who seems very happy with the suffering of the firstborn.

"Said sister was nauseous," said Raisya innocently.

"O" Only that word is spoken from the corner of your lips lightly, even though the anxiety of Raisya has arrived to the crown.

These are why, brother is sick, but there is no worry in the slightest, Raisya grumbled in his heart.

Remembering Devan, Raisya went up and immediately ran small towards his room on the second floor.

"Sister, I'm in, yes" cried Raisya as he knocked on the door. There was no reply from inside, Raisya finally turned the knob, but nil, it seemed like the door was locked from the inside.

"Sister, it's me Raisya" Raisya repeated, her heart starting to race quickly as she recalled her husband's pale face.

"Don't, Brother __"

"Devan why?" The father who was under the stairs looked up at Raisya who was starting to shed tears.

"Son locked the door to his room, Dad. I was afraid," said Raisya with both hands squeezing his hijab. 

Dad grabbed the spare key hanging beside the stairs, after that down the stairs with a small run, followed by the mother from behind.

Now it's not just Raisya, everyone is panicking.

Daffa and Daffi who had just come out approached the father who had arrived in front of Devan's room.

"What's this, bund?" daffa asked whispering.

"I don't know, like a sick brother."

"Alhamdulillah," Although I could not see Devan's situation, I was grateful to be able to open the door to his son's room.

Raisya went in first, his eyes instantly circling towards the bed.

His face and other limbs were not visible in the least. However, the elongated mound behind the blanket indicates that Devan is there.

"Sister's okay, right?" asked Raisya while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Dad furrowed his brows then smiled looking at Devan's behavior, and it reminded him of himself.

Devan's figure is undeniable if he is Mahesa's biological son. Because, Devan fully inherited the nature of the father, both in terms of eating, dressing and others including when sick.

"La, this is your brother sick," cried father pretending, but he just wanted to test Devan.

The one behind the blanket rounded his eyes, his heart racing as he heard his sister's name being called. His hands trembled instantly accompanied by sweat that began to pierce through his pores.

"I'm cured, Dad," Devan said without removing the blanket.

Mommy pats Dad's arm and pulls his wrist out and then closes the door.

"What's the pain, Bund?" ask Daffa enthusiastically. 

"Obviously," replied Father raised his eyebrows, even though he had stepped on the head of Lina, Dad still looks young in the eyes of his children. 

Again the man must get a pinch gift from the mother because of his behavior that continues to be absurd.

Raisya and Devan are there.

Raisya pulled over the blanket that covered Devan's entire body, until he saw his head and half of his body. 

Devan stared at the tightly closed door and stroked his chest.

"Big brother why?" asked Raisya while sticking the back of his hand on Devan's eel.

"Lock the door first! What if Syakila comes in?"

Still remembered in the mind of Devan, when sick and forgot to lock the door, Syakila suddenly injected him in a state of sleep, that made Devan traumatized and more alert when his body was less healthy.

Without asking Raisya to carry out her husband's orders.

Unlike earlier who was just sitting on the edge of the bed, now Raisya crawled up and joined to hide behind a thick blanket. The two lay down and embrace each other.

"Now sister story. Why are you afraid of Syakila?" Raisya looked up, waiting for Devan's lips to open his voice.

Despite the embarrassment of level ten, Devan still told me if he was afraid of syringes, and it succeeded in making Raisya laugh out loud.

Unwilling to be laughed at, Devan pulled Raisya's head and placed his lips close to her. 

"But if told to inject you, I'm good."

Blussss, Raisya's face immediately blushed and hid behind a blanket.