Sense of Sense

Rasa

Safira closed his eyes when his body began to feel limp with knees that were like gelatin. She further tightened the embrace on Harhsa's tiny body while constantly trying to control herself. Then when her lower body almost touched the marble floor, Harsha was snatched from her embrace and made her flinch.

“Harsha,” says Safira says.

“Mamah why?”

Alvin's soft voice dampened Safira's panic attacks by more than half, making the woman much easier to control the roar of breath. Sapphira slowly opened her eyelids and then visual Alvin who looked worried welcomed her. His first son stood glued together with Harsha in the arms.

“Mamah is fine? Is mom sick?” ask Alvin.

The eleven-year-old boy could not hide his worries from his two round eyes. His little feet immediately stepped into the bed, put Harsha to bed and then returned before Safira.

Alvin reached out, touching Sapphira's arm to help her mother stand up. “Build, Mah. Later mamah sick when sitting under.”

And Sapphira, as the only adult in the bedroom, could only follow Alvin's words. He let his son lead himself to the bed and sat on the edge.

“You are okay?” reset Alvin.

Sapphira smiled faintly with my eyes which she forced to open. “You're okay, Mom. In a moment yes, mamah take a breath first,” he replied softly, closed his eyes again.

It's been a long time since he had a panic attack, the last time after the Alvin and Zain kidnapping incident. The fear and trauma of it made him feel anxious several times even when his two sons were near him. However, after getting panic attack therapy it gradually goes away.

So when Safira got it again, he wasn't ready. Fortunately he remembered that Harsha was in his arms, as well as Alvin's timely presence. Somehow, if remembered, the child several times always helps at the right time.

The gentle touch on her cheeks and hands made Sapphira open her eyelids once again, slowly the tip of her eyes looking at Alvin who was looking at her face made Safira unconsciously turn her head.

“You're okay now?” the boy asked, drawing a hand from Safira's face.

Sapphira held Alvin's hand to keep it on her cheek. “Hand Mas Alvin warm.”

Alvin frowned. “Mah why, anyway?” protest, withdrawing hands. Then when Sapphira shook her head, making her hair fall apart, she swiftly conveyed the brown strands to the back of Sapphira's ears.

Sapphira was flinched by her first son's reflexes. “Yeah, Mas Alvin. You are so sweet, deh.”

Without Alvin realizing it, this is how Safira calms down from her panic attacks that are starting to subside. Perhaps if Ashqar was by her side at this time, the woman would choose to drown herself in the warm embrace of her husband.

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Just when the sun was almost overhead, getting rid of the remnants of the water last night and the cold this morning, Safira was already sitting sweetly in the car with the tired nagging Sari. Safira was shocked to receive a phone call from one of the family drivers, saying Safira had followed and was in front of Zain's school.

Indeed, no one can match the stubbornness of Safira, although it has been told that for a while Sari will shuttle Alvin and Zain, also waiting for them to go to school. However, instead of sitting sweetly at home, Safira comes by another car and takes Harsha with her.

“You go home now,” said Sari broke the silence.

“Ngak, ah. I've been nyampe here when told to go home.”

Sari turned her head, looking tiredly at Sapphira. “Nobody told you to come here. This morning I told you, you were at home. Why is it still stubborn, anyway? You do not want if you are pregnant again.”

Safira bowed and fell silent for a while. Seeing that Sari felt a little guilty. He thought that he was a little too hard with Sapphira.

Sari had just reached out to caress Safira's hair when the woman suddenly whispered, “I'm afraid that Zain would have experienced yesterday's kayaking, Bu.”

His hand held in the air immediately dropped gently on Sapphira's head and stroked her daughter's long brown mane. As a woman, Sari deeply understood Safira's feelings.

So many problems that occur in the life of the child and his daughter-in-law together, it is certainly not an easy thing. However, as a mother, she did not want anything bad to happen to Sapphira due to the stubbornness of the woman herself.

“Mom knows how you feel, Fir. But your son is not just Zain, there is Harsha and your baby candidate who currently needs you to prioritize. About Zain or Alvin, let the mother take care.”

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