Sense of Sense

Both Are the Same

Ashqar's eyeball almost jumped out of place. For a moment he even forgot to blink, glaring at Rafa who was casually closing his eyes and crossing as if nothing had happened before. And Ashqar could not help but swear.

“Damn,” said, punching Rafa's arm. “You know what Safira kayak habits and I have been hard-earned to persuade him, but you even talk carelessly.”

“I thumbs up for you who patiently ngadepin Fira. If I am, no.” Rafa pulled out the phone and started to get busy with that flat object. “Not to worry, the child will not be angry for long. By the way, I'll ask you to tighten security. After the events of Alvin and Zain, as well as the news that came out today, I believe journalists will start looking for news directly.”

“But don't overdo it. They're not the president's son so don't be too flashy.”

In the end, Ashqar can only resignedly accept the consequences of Rafa's actions at will. Maybe later he could persuade Sapphira again, but it would be better if his wife had forgotten her frustration. Hope so.

Apart from Safira's anger, there were other things that continued to disturb Ashqar's calmness and haunt his mind. That is about what Rafa is trying to do, he has absolutely no idea what Rafa is currently planning. After meeting Handoko, who Ashqar believes is important in Nita's management, Rafa again invites him to go somewhere.

“Where are we going?” ask Ashqar at the end.

Rafa did not immediately answer, he was still busy with his cellphone in his hand. “There,” the answer is short without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

“Rafa, where are we going?” Ashqar repeated and this time his tone turned cold.

Rafa who realizes the change shifts his attention. He looked at Ashqar with an unpredictable gaze. “Why?”

“What are you really planning?”

Rafa smiled in anguish. “Why do you want to know? Not that all this time you have not asked much and nerima just done?”

Ashqar hardened his jaw and his expression grew colder. A knife stuck right in his heart, but the wounded were not only heart but pride. He always suppresses prestige, puts logic as high as possible and reminds himself if he is nothing compared to the strength of the connection between Rafa and the Sumarno Family. However, that doesn't mean Rafa can step on it this low.

Ashqar grunts. “What is it you've been thinking about?” revealed. “I know where to put myself. Compared to you, I am nothing. But that doesn't mean I'm hands off and just relying on your help or father, I'm doing my best for Safira and my own family.”

“The best?” Rafa turned his face away with a scornful smile on his face. “If you do your best, successfully prevent this from getting bigger, then you or Safira or your children do not have to be in the position as they are today.”

“Picik. You know me or no one else will be able to control the thoughts and actions of others, even if there is, how much money to spend? Moreover, this is related to the world of entertainment, one news could be cuan.”

Rafa looked back at Ashqar's face, right in his eyes. “Good if you know that. Then why have you been silent all this time? You realize that you are nothing compared to me or my father, so why don't you call me to solve this problem? Habits.”

Ashqar blinked, at a loss for words. His brain was trying hard to digest Rafa's speech. It was a harsh satire, but Ashqar felt there was something else in his brother-in-law's speech.

“What ... do you mean actually?” ask Ashqar.

“Ngak. I don't know.”

Rafa clucked loudly. “Telek! Thought dewe wae.”¹

Silence struck both. For a while the couple in law was immersed in their deep thoughts, the biased matter was slowly clear. However, it is not easy to be open and direct with each other. Because they are men and there are always limitations where the easy things sometimes become difficult.

“I cannot always rely on others to solve personal problems,” Ashqar said breaking the silence.

“But I am not someone else,” replied Rafa quickly, his tone sounding discordant. “Don't be hypocritical, Ashqar. In this world, many things cannot be solved with good intentions and honest effort. If you have someone with a connection or position, use them as best you can. If not for wealth and rank, at least as one way to solve the problem.”

“And Safira would hate me if I knew I was doing that.”

“Then don't let him know.” Rafa leaned his back on the passenger seat, comforting himself. “His life is full of wounds, many difficult things that he has experienced. Moreover, the father had imitated him with a luxurious life, also the late Eyang Prapti who looked at him one eye. So it's not his fault that he has a hard principle of life.”

Ashqar understands that. His wife's past is not easy and he will not clearly understand how he is in his position. That is why he tried his best not to put any burden on Sapphira except for household affairs and child care. With Sapphira's spontaneous way of thinking, he feared it would hurt his wife and leave behind another trauma.

“Malah daydreaming.”

The light fist on his arm jolted Ashqar from the daydream and he dazed for a few seconds. Until one deep breath and Ashqar regained control.

“I understand what you mean. I hope there are no problems like this again in the future, but if it is needed .. you will definitely know.”

Rafa smiled faintly. “Until now, Safira will remain my beloved sister. Maybe you will be disturbed because of this, but I will not be able to hold back too long to not interfere in your affairs if indeed it endangers Safira.”

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Word Corner :

¹Ta*! Think for yourself.