Sense of Sense

Alvin Fighting

Safira looked at me. He thought his neck would break because it moved too fast, but fortunately it didn't. Even though he still felt cramping along the large muscles of his neck.

“Mas Alvin is home?” zain exclaimed, breaking free from Sapphira's embrace.

The boy's face suddenly saw his beloved brother coming home sooner than usual. Without hesitation Zain chattered, asked a lot of things and began to accredit the game they would play.

“Terus later in the afternoon play as early as ya, Mas? Finish it ...”

“Zain,” Cut Sari. “Main later first, yes. Now Mas Alvin to change clothes continue to rest, Zain also again mergerjain task, ‘kan?”

Zain scowled and lowered his head. He quietly glanced at the books on the table that were still open and his thin lips advanced.

Seeing that, Sapphira actually did not have the heart. However, one of her commitments with her husband is to educate their children in learning discipline. Ala could be because of usual, so said Ashqar every time he complained if he could not bear to see Zain who whines looking for an excuse to leave school assignments half way or ogah-ogahan when honing literacy.

Safira sighed then called out to Zain in the softest possible tone. “Mas Zain, finish his schoolwork first, Nak.”

“Iya, Mah.”

Zain would not obey Safira's words. Her small steps swayed towards the living room table and returned to schoolwork. While Safira, she only realized Alvin's presence after Zain started chattering, walking towards Sari.

Safira looked at Alvin and Sari alternately then stopped at one of them. “Mas Alvin, why is the clock so early home?”

Alvin did not immediately answer, his head bowed while both hands tightly gripped the backpack rope that was on the shoulder. The boy remained silent even though Sapphira again called his name a second time.

“Fi, let Alvin change clothes first.” After saying that, Sari instantly got a sharp glare from Safira. However, he ignored it. “Alvin, you go up to the room and change clothes, yes.”

As Alvin moves on, Sari takes Sapphira to one of the rooms on the first floor. Throughout the steps Safira did not stop glancing at the stairs, the worry that he had felt in fact did not disappear, but grew bigger.

“What is this, Bu?” todong Safira, along with the closed door. He leaned back on the door leaf, folded his hands under his chest and looked at Sari straight. “Why is Alvin home? The phone you received earlier from Alvin?” school

“Alvin with the same class.” Sari walked to the side of the bed and sat there.

“Alvin fights?”

“She non-jok face temennya until nosebleed.”

Netra Safira. His body froze in place. He obviously couldn't believe what he had just dropped by in his hearing. Alvin may not be an expressive and sociable child, but his personality is not bad.

“Alvin can't hit people, Mom. He's not an explosive kid, there's gotta be a reason why he's like that.”

“Mother have you tried asking directly to Alvin?”

Sari nodded. “Udah, on the way home mom asked Alvin a few times, but the boy remained silent. So mom stopped asking.” Sari looked at Safira with a hard to interpret look. “Maybe if you're the one who spoke to Alvin, he wants to be frank.”

Without saying anything, Safira immediately turned her body and grabbed the doorknob. She almost came out of the room when Sari called her name and as soon as she turned her head, Sari was already beside her.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to be presumptuous.”

Safira looked at his hand and saw that his cell phone was already in his grasp. Though he had forgotten about the flat object because it was too focused on Alvin.

“I'll ask mom for an explanation about this later, now I want to see Alvin first.” After saying that, Safira immediately moved towards the second floor.

Safira walked quickly, climbing the stairs two-two at a time. And as soon as he was in front of Alvin's closed door, Sapphira was glued to the spot. He caught his breath and began to compose sentences. Then after a while, Safira knocked on the door and called Alvin's name.

One more unwritten rule that he applied to his children, did not enter the room without the permission of the room owner. So even though it meant that he had to wait for a while even the second call, Sapphira was still waiting for an answer from within. However, after a while, Alvin did not answer and that made Safira worried.

Sapphira reached out to the air. Just as he was about to knock for the third time, the door opened.

“Alvin, what are you doing? Why don't you answer mama's call?” said Safira, unconsciously raise a little tone of speech.

Alvin took one step back and glanced at the spot. “Sorry, Mah. Alvin was changing clothes again so do not listen mamah call.”

Sapphira opened and closed her mouth several times, but in the end she did not make any other provocative remarks, especially after seeing how her eldest son had expressed himself. “Sorry, mamah did not mean to snatch Mas Alvin.”

“Alvin know,” timpal Alvin fast. “Mamah .. want to enter?”

Safira nodded and smiled. “Iya.”

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