Sense of Sense

Impacts

Safira felt his nape crumble. He knows exactly where the question is going. People who know their small family sooner or later will ask, for those who still have a sense of hesitation may only talk about this with others as gossip. He desperately did not want Zain to become public consumption, but it was impossible for him to prevent the thing that had already happened.

And this situation—as Ashqar and Rafa had expected, was not easy for Sapphira to face. Instantly a feeling of fear and nervousness struck Sapphira as the disciple's guardian repeated the same question.

“Sorry, I am not willing to answer Bu Eva's question,” said, in a subtle tone.

Safira was really relieved by the sentence he just said, at least he did not run away. However, the response of the mother of three children in front of him made Safira irritated.

“Oh. So really yes, if Zain is not that child?” Eva folded her arms around her chest and stared at Sapphira's cynical look. “Don't-don't Zain be deliberately separated from his biological mother, huh? Uhh! Not surprisingly, even though you look ba—”

“Be careful when you talk,” hiss Safira full of warnings. He leaned forward in Eva's face and immediately changed his face, a mocking smile offended on Safira's face. “I also did not expect that Bu Eva turned out exactly as I had heard from other mothers.”

After saying that, Safira passed by just walking into the school area. She had heard often about Eva's temperament from the other guardians, some of whom had a clear dislike for the woman of three. Even several times he had taken part as a listener from Eva when talking about other students' guardians.

Sapphira simply did not believe that this time he would be the other ingredient of the earthly material. And without Sapphira noticing, two burly men watched from afar and almost approached Sapphira a moment ago.

Leaving behind Eva who was still sculpting and the two Edi guards who were watching from outside the school, Safira was already inside the garden of Kindergarten and was in confusion looking for the whereabouts of Zain. Usually if he is late to pick up, Zain will wait at the playground, while playing swings or playing prostotan. However, he could not find the boy in his usual place.

Not even Sapphira went any further, a voice called out her name. As soon as he turned around a brown hooded woman was waving at him from the front of the teacher room.

“Bu Fira, find Zain huh?”

“Yes, Miss Nina. Zain where, huh?” safira said, starting to panic.

“Zain indoors, Mom. Mari.”

Safira flashes. His panic instantly dissipated when he saw Zain sitting on the sofa next to the middle-aged woman who was the headmaster.

“Zain,” call Safira.

Zain raised his face. “Mamah.”

“Zain! What's wrong with you, honey?” Sapphira rushed over and immediately pulled Zain into a hug as she placed herself beside her son. “Bu, what is this?”

The headmaster and the teacher who brought him in exchanged glances. “Begini, Ibu Safira. I know what I am going to say is actually a private domain and has nothing to do with us.”

Safira noticed with the assumption that already perched sweet in his eyes.

“News about Zain that appeared this morning seems to have a serious impact. We ourselves found out just now when the mothers swarmed Zain.”

“Mengrumuni?” safira Beo.

When Zain's teacher couldn't continue, Safira interrupted. “I mean gossip? Parents of disciples swarmed over my son just to find out the truth of the gossip?” said Safira, he unconsciously raised his tone.

“Maybe, Miss Safira,” replied the principal. “As the principal, I apologize for the incident and the lack of responsiveness of the school. We do not blame and do not want to interfere with what the mother's family is facing, but if possible give advice should Zain stay accompanied first at school.”

Safira glanced at Zain who was still hiding the face on his chest. Then he realized that if his son's body trembled a little, Zain was not okay.

Safira took a deep breath. It is undeniable that in this situation he really needs Ashqar, but the situation is not on his side. So in his limitations, Sapphira tried to behave as well as possible by prioritizing logical sanity.

“Thank you for the suggestion, Mom. I also apologize for causing a commotion at school. I will talk about this with Zain's papa first and decide what kind of good, because anyway I am afraid that this will affect not only Zain but other children.”

“Good, Mom. Call me or Miss Nina if you and your husband have made a decision.”

“Iya. I'm sorry, Mom. Excuse me.”

Sapphira slipped her hands between Zain's armpits. However, the boy quickly distanced himself from his mother.

“Why, Dear?”

Zain shook his head. “Zain wants to go it alone.”

Sapphira is clearly confused by Zain's rejection of her. “Nothing, Mas Zain. There are no Mas Zain friends. So don't be shy.”

Zain shook his head again. “Not, Mah. But Zain was afraid of sick baby.”

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Yesterday was not a big update I am confused with this chapter, long gaes 🤣

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