Sense of Sense

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The black HR-V with police number 777 drove along Adi Sucipto Road at the speed of overtaking several vehicles in front of it. Edi's car was filled with Safira, the duo krucil and Harsha who were in the mother's cradle.

Zain has been chattering since Safira invited him to pick up his beloved father at the airport. The boy, who is going to elementary school this year, is looking forward to meeting Ashqar and plans to sleep with his parents.

“Later Zain bobok same mamah papah, yes Mah?”

“No can,” sergeant Alvin. And before his crybaby sister whined, he hurriedly said, “Zain is already big, soon in SD. Still sleeping together papah-mamah? No shame if you know?”

“Ngak!” answer Zain steady. “Zain's friends don't know. Wleek!”

Alvin raised one corner of his lips and looked at Zain sanctions. “Later mas who told me ah, if Zain still likes to sleep the same mamah papah. Where still likes bedwetting again.”

Zain's face instantly became crimson, enduring the annoyance as well as the embarrassment. Suddenly the boy was overcome with anxiety in case Alvin really revealed his secret to his friends.

“Mas Alvin! Mas Alvin is evil, hell!”

“Mas is not evil, really. ‘Kan, indeed Zain still likes bedwetting.” Alvin shrugged both his shoulders lightly. “Emang Zain did not want what papah said? If it is already great can not sleep with parents.”

Zain is scowling. His thin lips went forward a few inches, both arms folded on his chest and his eyes cast a deathly gaze. “No bolo equals Mas Alvin!” he shouted, then threw a neck pillow towards Alvin who was sitting next to him.

“Nothing is not bolo. Mas Alvin has nothing to lose.”

Alvin who was looking for trouble and Zain who refused to give up made the commotion even more so. Alvin deliberately kept taunting Zain while Zain shouted in self-defense. They are waging a war of words.

At first the voice of the two is not so loud, but the longer it is more disturbing to make Harsha also cry loudly. If this was the case, Safira could not hold back any longer. The woman then asked the driver to pull over and turn off the car engine.

Taking care of two children plus a toddler is difficult for certain situations, such as this for example. Then plus the baby's innate hormones in the womb that make it sensitive, really not an easy thing. Sapphira does not want to scapegoat the fetus in her stomach, but the hormones that increase during pregnancy is something that she cannot control.

“If you are still noisy, we do not so pick up papah with Pakde Rafa,” said Safira calmly, although his mind was turbulent to also yell.

However, instead of following Safira's words, the two brothers were still busy defending themselves. Until a moment passed and began to realize the situation, the two slowly fell silent, bowed their heads and began to feel regret.

“Already?”

“Udah, Mah,” reply Alvin and Zain together.

“Udah know what's wrong?” ask Safira. However, none of his two sons replied. “Mas Alvin?”

“Ngejek Zain,” great-grandson Alvin.

“Mas Zain?”

“Zain ... Zain ‘kan not wrong, Mah.” Zain sounded inadmissible and his words became a mutter at the end of the sentence that made Safira again call his name as a form of warning. “Zain angry.”

The two brothers could only resign themselves to the punishment they received without being able to refuse or argue, because if they made another reason it would only invite other punishments.

So for the rest of their journey to the airport, there were no more fights and fighting. Safira tried her best to melt the atmosphere, making her two sons chatter again.

Fortunately, Alvin and Zain were not discouraged children, once things didn't go their way they would drag on in disappointment, so it was easy for Safira to rekindle the atmosphere. Simply by mentioning the names of Ashqar and Rafa, then the two sons immediately replied.

Also the little Harsha who is somehow still fresh is jam-prone fuss like today. Although he had cried because of the loud voice of his two brothers, but after a bottle full of breast milk, the little princess Safira was calm and busy with a rubber toy that he bit and hit in the air.

“Mamah, have you arrived?” zain exclaimed, putting his face on the mirror of the car.

“Udah, Mas. But we wait here.”

“Why? Though Zain wants to meet papah.” directly

Safira looked at the faces of his two sons from the middle rearview, astonished and there was a hint of disappointment. Maybe because they usually always wait and welcome Harti near the exit, but this time when their father and uncle return, they have to wait in the car.

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How are you guys doing?

Smooth mudik?

Where is the holiday?

After more than a week off, let's go back to the reality of life, because I know, we all know that the contents of the wallet are no longer safe. Yup! Work! Work! 🤭😂

Btw, Happy Eid Day 1443 Hijri. Sorry born inner ⁇ Sorry if I was wrong a lot with you guys, especially gegara rarely update 😅

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