Sense of Sense

Basque

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Nita And Ex-Husband Refer? Wife Sah Heavy Shock.

Viral! Cousin Nita Speaks About His Nephew.

And a row of other article titles plastered filled the mobile screen. Some had Ashqar read, but of course more he had neglected. In any case, he was sure the contents would be similar to one another. He did not know how the articles appeared so much and quickly in one day, even though he himself never gave any interviews to any media. While Nita absolutely can not Ashqar contact for questioning.

Ashqar's gaze shifted, looking away at the canvas of the dark sky and still spilling water spots on the earth that began to be quiet. The blowing wind felt as if it pierced through the skin and pierced deeper, but Ashqar was still reluctant to leave the balcony of the room. Though sleepiness has been persuaded to immediately sleep, unfortunately his brain refused to be persuaded.

This made him crazy, every minute he tried to calm himself after reading more than ten articles in a row, but his efforts were fruitful. Worry crept across his chest, giving him a clear picture of what he and his small family were up against. The faces of the beloved one filled Ashqar's mind, the smiles and laughter they had gone through together gave strength as well as more burden on his shoulders. Ashqar daydreams.

About half an hour later Ashqar realized he was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the open glass balcony door. He was shocked at how he had moved around unknowingly. Then Ashqar realized for a moment how messy he was right now, especially after receiving a phone call from Safira after the magrib.

He recounts his daily life and the children, then tells that he read some articles on an online news portal that made slowly the quiet voice of Safira decorated with small jokes. And it succeeded in stabbing Ashqar with guilt, although every apology was rejected outright by Safira who reasoned that the only guilty was the circumstances.

Amidst the mood swings, a phone call returned to Ashqar's phone. Half-heartedly he glanced at the wall clock and mobile phone alternately then his forehead wrinkled. Time has shown at 23:40, who contacted him this late?

However, once Ashqar realized who the caller was, he immediately received the call.

“Halo. Assalamu’alaikum, Bu.”

“Wa’alaikummussalam. Not sleeping yet, son?”

Unknowingly both corners of Ashqar's lips are attracted symmetrically curved upwards. The soft voice of the woman who gave birth to him made his cloud disappear instantly.

“Numbered, Mom. Mother herself why haven't you slept at this hour?”

From across the joint Harti exhaled a smooth breath. “Mother can't sleep.”

Ashqar's smile turned wry. “Mothers think about kids and Safira?”

“You too, Bas.”

Ashqar. Her mother's tone of voice was the same as usual when speaking, gentle and attentive. However, the call of his beloved woman is what makes Ashqar touched and realize that the bond of a mother he can not deny even now he has become a parent.

Ashqar almost entered the head of three, it has been a long time since his family, especially the mother, called his little name. Basque. And for whatever reason, that little thing touched Ashqar's heart in a very precise way.

“Bas?”

Harti's call made Ashqar regain his focus. “I'm fine, Mom. Mom don't worry, don't be a thought later even hurt.”

“Lha piye Le. Jenenge wae wong tuo.”¹

Harti's breath was heard again and Ashqar was not sure if it was a sign of relief or vice versa.

“Bu, what's up?” ask Ashqar. However, Harti did not immediately give an answer until the next few seconds until finally his mother whispered to call his name and make Ashqar curiosity sticking out.

“Mother .. read the article about Nita abandoning Zain and her source—”

“Subagyo, Pakdenya Zain,” cut Ashqar. “I've read, Mom. Safira also.”

Ashqar's words successfully made Harti scream stifled.Alau not face to face, but Ashqar sure that his mother must feel very surprised.

“Why obtained? How is Safira? She must be hurt, huh? Is tomorrow the mother to Mr Edi?”

“Bu.”

“Iya, huh. Tomorrow I go to Mr. Edi's place. I want to see Safira.”

“Bu, calm down first,” sergeant Ashqar, half holding back laughter. “Safira is not okay, but that does not mean he is not okay.”

“What does giamana mean, Bas?”

“Ngak, Mom. Safira all right,” Ashqar fast error. “Thank you for the attention yes, Bu.”

“Hush! I'm sure mom's attention, you're mom's kids. Although you already have your own children, but still in the eyes of your mother like Alvin and Zain, or Ratri and Ratih.”

Then the originally tense chatter slowly melted and flowed smoothly until almost an hour passed.

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Diction Corner :

¹Well how, son. His name is also old man.

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