Sense of Sense

Netra

Explanation, no excusse.

Happy reading and it is recommended to read one or two chapters beforehand.

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There is certainly a reason why most people do not like to wait, whether for presence, news or reassurance. The expectations and assumptions that go hand in hand make the heart unsettled. As Safira now feels.

Safira did not stop squeezing his fingers, occasionally biting his thumb nails and occasionally clucked while continuing to pay attention to the door leaf. His face expressed clearly the hope that the door would open from the outside. However, after more than half an hour, it did not happen.

“Mood, two plus four it's six, ‘kan?” zain asked, moving his fingers.

His right hand folded three fingers while his left hand clenched and opened the knuckles while counting. Then when the question did not get an answer, Zain again asked the same thing. Again, the boy got no answer.

“Mood!” the gibberish, the pulling wiggles Safira's legs.

The flinched Sapphira immediately turned her eyes away. Zain was already frowning, his eyebrows almost fused with the eye that was pinching.

Safira naturally gave a faint smile, apologized and asked Zain to repeat his words. Then the atmosphere returned to silence afterwards, Zain returned to the math problems that became homework and Sapphira again looked at the door.

She has been forced home, not allowed to go to Alvin school by Sari and it makes Safira both upset and worried. However, it is nothing if you remember it turns out he did not forget to put the phone or flat object suddenly disappeared somewhere, but deliberately hidden Sari.

Safira took a deep breath while leaning her back on the head of the sofa as her argument with Sari stopped by in remembrance.

One does not have to be smart just to recognize the ringtones of his own phone. So when the Nokia ring filled the car, Safira immediately recognized if it came from his phone.

“It ... HP—”

Safira had not finished the words, Sari had already gotten out of the car and asked the driver to lock the door. He rebelled, but soon stopped when the driver reminded him that others would think he was a victim of a crime and could cause trouble. In the end, Safira chose to give up.

A few minutes later, Sari returned to the car and the atmosphere was not as peaceful as before.

“Why can my HP be on mom?” todong Safira as Sari had just sat down. “I asked for my HP back.”

Sari fell silent, caught her breath and said slowly, “You wait for Zain to come home, I have business.”

“What solution?” sambar Sapphira, hold Sari's arm. “Tadi phone from whom?”

“Nobody.”

Safira looked dissatisfied. “Nobody what?” Safira involuntarily raised the tone of voice and gripped Sari's arm more firmly. “Telfon that the adoptive mother was clear from my HP, it is definitely my business.”

Sari fell silent then immediately broke away from Safira's check and passed towards the other car behind their car without saying anything. The sedan car that Safira previously drove was immediately drove without caring for Safira's call.

“Basic ex-grandmother attached,” whispered Safira, unknowingly she squeezed her fingers too hard until her nails hurt her palms.

“What's up, Mah?”

Safira reflexes. The innocent gaze full of Zain's curiosity made him return from daydreams. Safira nearly pulls both corners of her lips until unknowingly her damn logic slaps her with the fact that the bead is a duplicate of Nita, who somehow also looks similar to her.

“Iya, Darling,” the answer is quick. “Mamah sleepy.”

“If you sleepy mom bobok aja.” Zain's beads sparkle brighter. “Yuk! Zain temenin mom, yuk.”

Safira inevitably smelled a smile when she realized her son's mode. “Pinter,” said he was anxious, looking at Zain's nose. “Completed his schoolwork first.”

“Yeah. Mom is not cool.”

Zain's small protest again made Safira give a smile. Zain's innocent manner and thought involuntarily made his mood slightly improve.

“Zain has inherited Nita's eyes, but they are just like mine. I shouldn't be bothered because of that, Safira's inner”.

Safira glanced at Zain who was back facing off against his school book. Although he looks reluctant, but the boy still moves his fingers to count and write. Then Sapphira felt moved to ask one thing.

“Zain. Zain is not the same as mama?”

“Sayang.”

Safira smiled faintly. “Whatever?”

Zain buzzed, tilted his head then glanced at Safira with a funny expression. “Se ... gini,” he said open arms wide. “Eh! Naw. The world, the same sun the same moon the same star, just a lot. Zain dear mamah much-many.”

“Bany. You can't count it, dong.”

“Not to count, Mah.”

“Continued, dong?”

Zain widened his smile until his row of teeth were seen. Then with a proud expression he stood up and hugged Sapphira. “Kata papah, dear not counted, but designed.”

Safira took off Zain's embrace and pinched the adorable cheek playfully. He was sure that this son did not understand the sentence that had just been spoken, but at least he knew that Ashqar taught their son very well.

“Mamah also dear Zain, ‘kan?” tanyakanya. As Safira nodded, the boy again asked, “As many Zains?”

“Iya. As much as Zain unfortunately make mamah, but a little more mamah.” Sapphira hugged Zain again. Along with that, the main door opened from the outside.

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