Sense of Sense

The World Is Still Good

Zain did not release his embrace from Sapphira's warm body. The aroma of perfume that he always used to be one of the favorite scents of the child. Part of hugging Sapphira that Zain likes, besides being warm, is when his head is caressed affectionately and occasionally given a kiss there.

“Mood smells good,” comments Zain.

Safira gave a faint smile and tightened the hold on Zain's body. “Emang scented what?”

Zain buzzing. “Ndon't know. But like that sweet-sweet.”

“Kayak Mas Zain,” said Safira while pinching Zain's cheek.

“Ngak. Zain is not sweet, but cool.”

“Iya, huh. This kid is really cool.” Sapphira stretched out one hand to caress Zain's mane. “By the way, Mas Zain is not angry with you?”

“Who is angry?” Zain asked while raising his eyes.

“Mas Zain's. Not that this morning when the same mamah papah nganter went to school Mas Zain again angry, huh? Hence mamah didiemin continued all the way.”

“Oh ..” replied Zain, as reminded of his annoying morning for the boy. “Udah no, really. Zain wasn't angry, anyway. Only sebel because mama same papah kasihanya to Mas Alvin aja.”

To which Safira and Ashqar knew, Zain secretly asked Alvin about the reason for Safira's escort plan to the breakfast table. At first the boy did not understand so much, until the atmosphere of breakfast turned boisterous and Edi mentioned Harsha's sister, who was a little girl, that's when Zain understood that the new sister was not Harsha but his other sister who was still in the stomach.

“So Mas Zain is not angry because he will have another baby sister?”

Zain buzzing. “Neither. Origin ... mamah same papah still love the same Zain.”

Sapphira could not help but smile on her face. He even hugged Zain tighter. One bond on the back loosened, Sapphira was a little relieved. But unfortunately, it did not last long when the memory of Zain who was asked questions again stopped by Safira.

The fine snoring drew Sapphira's attention, he lowered his head and found Zain already asleep. His son's peaceful face is like an angel. True, Zain was his son regardless of who was flowing in the child's body or who had given birth to him into the world. So no matter what happens, Sapphira will not let Zain be harmed by anyone else.

Safira threw a glance out the window, then he realized that the world outside the car he was driving in was still fine. The clouds are still moving, traders are still peddling merchandise, people are still on the move, maybe even many people he does not know are feeling happy when he experiences the opposite.

Safira. The memory of Chega, his old friend, brings Sapphira back to reality. He looked around and accidentally saw a sedan car from the middle rearview mirror was trailing the car he was riding in.

“Pak, we are trailed,” Safira said to the driver, his embrace tightened.

Instead of gas, the driver smiled. “Yes, Sister Fira. That's the bodyguard you sent to keep an eye on Mas Zain with Mas Alvin.”

“Alvin too?”

“Iya, Ma'am. One car is in Mas Alvin.” school

Safira breathed a long breath. Then he reached into the bag and took his phone, Safira opened the WhatsApp application and sought contact with the name Kakung Kangkung. The name of the contact was none other than Edi's contact. Although it has been made up, but the obsolescence of Safira and Edi still not lost.

Tomorrow again if you want to give the escort a word first, kung

After his message received a double check, Safira again sent a message to her brother-in-law. Her husband's family has been excited since Ashqar told the family group about Safira's situation and the problems they were facing.

“Pak, we go to my house first, yes. All waiting for Alvin to come home from school.”

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As promised~

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