Sense of Sense

Too Noisy

Looking at the entire room Alvin made Safira remember if her son's room was a room that Edi prepared specifically, both design and furniture. The story where Sapphira forcibly picked Alvin from the hands of Edi again stopped by his memory, how upset and tense tension at that time.

He is not as clean as he is today in dealing with Edi. If at this time Safira can be more relaxed and give enough spicy responses to his father's behavior, another case at that time. Even for a phone call alone Safira can explode, especially at that time Edi deliberately provoked him by saying he had adopted Alvin and brought the child to live together. What Safira did not expect was that Edi was secretly stalking his life.

“Mah?”

Alvin's call brings Sapphira back from the reverie. He lowered his gaze and found Alvin looking at him with a puzzled look. Then Sapphira quickly forced himself to rule, with Alvin's hand and led him to sit on the bedside.

“Mas Alvin is okay?”

Alvin shakes. “Uti ... surely already same story mamah, ‘kan?” great-grandson Alvin.

“Uti said that Mas Alvin quarreled with him and hit the boy with a nosebleed. What's bener?” Alvin nodded again and Safira could not bear to not lightly pick up Alvin's ears. “Mamah's son why dare so much now? Pake fight with other people's children again. Mas Alvin want to be a hero?”

“Alvin just defend yourself, kok.” Alvin frowned, releasing Sapphira's finger from his earlobe. Although it didn't hurt, but he had to be on the lookout for an impromptu attack. “Partially not the wrong Alvin.”

“So the wrong Mas Alvin?”

Alvin nodded.

“Emang your friend made wrong what?”

“She's clawed, noisy, much tanya.”

Safira frowned. Alvin's speech was exactly as when the boy complained about Zain who often interfered with his questions. However, all this time things like is something that is easily handled by Alvin unless Zain interferes while studying.

“Mas Alvin again talking Zain?”

“Not,” sergeant Alvin. “Temen that Alvin hit, he's noisy.”

“Zain is also noisy, likes to ask this-that, but Mas Alvin never mukul Zain. So why did you hit that kid?” ask Safira in the softest tone possible.

“Yes because he's not Zain. Zain did not need to be hit, just snapped it must cry.”

Sapphira almost spouted laughter hearing Alvin's spicy speech. However, he quickly controlled himself. “So what is the ales? Why did Mas Alvin fight?”

“Tadi Alvin ‘kan, have said. He's noisy, lots of questions that don't matter.”

“Mas Alvin has promised you the same mom would always be honest.”

Alvin glanced at Safira several times. “He asked about mamah and Alvin did not like,” he said quickly.

Safira takes a few seconds to digest. “Think about mamah? Ask what?”

“Mah,” Alvin whine, his face look objected to answer.

“If you don't tell me honestly, how can you know you're wrong or not.” Sapphira stroked Alvin's face and then clasped his hands together. “Rather than knowing from others, you better know from Mas Alvin himself.”

Alvin let out a rude breath and said quietly, “He asked about mamah, papah same Zain on TV.” Alvin turned his head, looking straight at Safira's face. “He was a lot of talk and made Alvin sebel, so Alvin was not wrong alone because he was also wrong.”

Safira suddenly kelu. He knew very well what Alvin meant and he did not expect that the current rumors were very influential on his children. Even in their social environment.

Safira cleared her throat after being able to calm down and then pulled both ends of her lips. “Mas Alvin shows that expression is not wrong. Mas Alvin is like that because he was disturbed, ‘kan? But it's not like that, son. Mas Alvin can avoid, can also tell his friends it makes diem or scolded is also okay.”

“Alvin tell you, Mah. But he kept wondering. He's ngintilin Alvin continues. ‘Kan Alvin is uncomfortable, Mah.”

“But hit the guy wrong, son. Moreover, this is your own theme,” said Safira. “Mas Alvin can be angry, can not like. But that doesn't mean Mas Alvin can hit people, okay?”

Alvin was silent for a moment and then shortly afterwards he nodded. “Pahm. Alvin's sorry, Mah.”

“One more.” Sapphira held onto both of Alvin's cheeks and stared at his gentle face. “Mas Alvin does not have to worry about the news on TV or the talk of people, papah equally good. Aunt Nita ‘kan artist, so many people want to know about Aunt Nita so much news on TV about her or our family. But everything is fine, Mas Alvin can understand?”

“Can, Mah.”

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