Sense of Sense

Orchids

I deliberately gave a note at the beginning of the story and just wanted to say, thanks to you guys who want to wait for the continuation of this story. Dear all of you much-many 🤗

It is recommended to read some previous chapters if you forget the same storyline. I am also muehehee

Happy reading~

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The next day, Ashqar gets a lot of WhatsApp message notifications from Rahma. One of the messages he received was four in the morning and now more than two hours have passed, but her sister still keeps sending links from several news portal sites that contain the latest gossip about her, Nita and Safira.

And of the many links that Rahma sent only two articles that she read. The two articles contain narratives of the past he and Nita, where the content of the article is very questionable truth. Also another article that made him angry.

Stop sending gossip links, Ma'am. If not I block it!

The message was sent and not until half a minute had gotten a check in two blue, as if Rahma had not removed the phone from her hand and waited for Ashqar's reply. Rahma clearly wanted to pressure herself on this matter. He did not expect more from his brother's reaction, but flocking him with a lot of gossip links was quite irritating. It was as if Rahma wanted to hit Ashqar indirectly.

Block aja. You don't think you can use another number.

One reply message Ashqar received followed by another message.

Imaginary elbows are depicted on the temple of Ashqar. “Gosh. Used to be a mother nyidam anyway, sampe can have children like Mbak Rahma gini,” inner Ashqar.

Cepet selesein this problem, pity Sapphira if you have to keep thinking while pregnant conditions like this.

Ashqar's forehead crinkles when reading Rahma. Recent events such as a series of train cars to make the focus of Ashqar tattered. She forgot to tell her family about Safira's pregnancy, so how did Rahma know about this? However, Ashqar's brain has not yet processed, one message from Rahma back in.

Take care. Be careful not to have any new problems. Kabinin mbak if there's any development, I'm worried.

Reading my mother's words made Ashqar instantly remember his long conversation with his beloved wife last night. It wasn't a romantic conversation like most LDR couples, obviously because they had been separated for less than a day and after all, Safira called herself at will instead of greeting and asking about the news that made her a little too drunk.

“Mas, I'm sad. I'm disappointed.” It was the first sentence Ashqar heard once the cell phone touched the earlobe.

Kontan he panicked, facing Safira with many questions. However, not a single word came out except for his wife's cries. So Ashqar withdrew for a moment, until finally Sapphira calmed down and explained.

Whether good news or otherwise, the only reason Safira cried and thought of contacting him was because the woman had just watched a web series. Ashqar was at a loss for words for a while. Then, after a tearful cursing, Sapphira recounted the whole incident one day yesterday.

Starting with Zain, Rahma and her mother's reaction to the rumors and news of Sapphira's pregnancy, as well as when her wife and in-laws made a report to the Surakarta Police Station. Ashqar was quite surprised by it, because Ranee was the one who would accompany Safira. However, after hearing Safira—'s reasoning other than that Ranee got an emergency call, Ashqar could only shake his head, not knowing how to respond to Safira's sarcastic joke.

Ashqar's fingers continued to move over the touch screen, making quite a noise that filled the entire car. That of course attracts Rafa's attention from his own busy life. The man even undoes the intention to type a reply message.

“His keyboard voice can be killed?”

The sarcastic question from Rafa restrains the movement of Ashqar's fingers for a while and instead of responding to Rafa's request, Ashqar continues his activities.

Seeing Ashqar's response that did not match expectations, Rafa again spoke, “Don't say you chat with Fira.”

Ashqar shows his phone screen in front of Rafa's face. “Suudzhon continue!”

Rafa raised his shoulders, indifferently, then continued his affairs. The relationship between “akrab” and the two brothers-in-law has become an internal secret, but another thing with the driver who drives the car. The man in his mid-thirties continued to put on a confused expression that was as much as possible hidden. Her employer rarely visited Jakarta in the company of anyone other than Edi, so it was surprising when Rafa introduced the man next to her as a sister-in-law.

However, as a subordinate who works only when his master comes, in addition to keeping the private house clean Rafa, he does not dare to ask a lot except for matters concerning work.

“Pak, we go to Pak Handoko's house in which area?”

Rafa raises the face of the phone. “Anggrek,” his answer was brief which got a steady nod from the driver.

Ashqar had been keeping his own curiosity since dawn when Rafa asked him to prepare and was now increasingly curious about the brief chatter of these superiors and subordinates.

“We want to see who?” ask Ashqar.

“People who can solve this problem quickly.”

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