Sense of Sense

Mr. Purnomo

Guilt enveloped Sapphira's chest, making her claustrophobic and urging tears to come out. However, as strongly as possible the woman of three children held back and commented on the thin smile. She could not look weak and helpless in front of her children, even though it meant she had to endure the pain of Zain's innocent questions.

The boy was clearly innocent, their current state of affairs was the fruit of Nita's popularity. However, the more famous a public figure, the greater the public curiosity and some parties for the private life of the person. Because that's where they are at the moment, getting into the difficult situation they are trying to face. However, still, as a mother Safira wanted to make sure her son's world remained fine.

“Same by tho, Mas. Later papah also here our nyamperin,” said Safira, trying selogis might make excuses.

However, Zain was indeed almost like himself, stubborn and critical in response to the interlocutor's speech.

“Different, Mah. ‘Kan, Zain so can't sit on a suitcase.”

Safira was at a loss for words. Then the smile of his feet replaced with a small laugh and he began to unfold himself, let alone the expression of Zain who became confused. Perhaps not expecting Safira's response.

“Mah why, anyway?” ask Alvin.

“Iya. Mamah why, anyway? How come, suddenly laugh?” sahut Zayn.

“Ngak. Why not,” Safira replied in between her laughter, shaking hands in front of her face.

Meanwhile, Alvin and Zain choose to ignore Safira. The two boys were compact to busy themselves, Alvin who closed his eyes and Zain with Nintendo Switch gifts from Rafa.

For a few minutes, the atmosphere in the car calmed down. Everyone was busy in silence until Edi's personal driver called Safira.

“Aircraft Mas Rafa same Mas Ashqar not delay ‘kan, Mbak?”

Instantly Sapphira smelled an awkwardness. “Ngak. Why Mr Pur?” asked Safira, full of anticipation.

Mr. Pur shook his head, his smile looking shady with a deep smile line as it began to age. “Nothing, Ma'am. Earlier, my father said that if Mas Rafa and Mas Ashqar planes delay for more than an hour, I was told to bring the children home. No need to wait.”

Safira clucked loudly while lowering the back of the chair. Edi is still Edi as Safira knew so far, an old man who likes to set his own pace. Again, although their relationship is much better now, but often Edi decides some things on his own or with Rafa and Ashqar without involving himself.

Sometimes Sapphira felt tired of being used as an onion by the men around her. She tried every means to convince them, including her own husband, to look at her from a different side. However, for some things, things like this keep happening. Often Safira receives with a heavy heart, but on the other hand the woman will try it herself if she finds out.

“Mbak Fira don't get mad at you.”

Purnomo smelled a smile. From the tone of his voice, anyone would know if the child of his master was upset. “Yes, thank God I'm not angry. Afraid later go home mad mbak same father, I have to reprimand.”

The wrinkle on Safira's forehead faded some. “Loh? What does this have to do with Mr Pur? ‘Kan, I rent the same father is not the same Mr. Pur. Do you like to be angry with employees because of me?”

“Mbak Fira misunderstood. You never get angry with other people including employees without any reason, but if the matter is about mbak yes, different stories. This ma'am ‘kan, father's favorite son. I'm sure the father will be angry if mbak to why-napa.”

“Dear child? Who is also his favorite son Pakde Edi,” Inner Safira grumbled.

“The father is really very dear, the same Mbak Fira,” continued Purnomo with a thick Javanese dialect. “Perhaps it is difficult for me to frankly be the same, mbak. In the past, Mbak Fira often tho, mergokin father who spies mbak? Mr. Pur is sure that it is a form of paternal affection for Mbak Fira.”

Safira clucked loudly. “Honey opo tho, Mr Pur? Mr. Pur himself also knew first how it was.”

The smile on Purnomo's face became deeper and deeper. The man who had worked with Edi for many years understood the words Safira.

“Pak Pur does not mean to patronize you, Ms. Fira. But sometimes, in this life a lot of things that go not as we thought, there are things that God deliberately covers from us so that we remain fine.”

Safira opens his mouth when Zain suddenly yells and points at Rafa and Ashqar who are walking towards their car.

“Pak Pur hope that someday the doubt in Mbak Fira's heart over the father can be lost,” muttered Purnomo while opening the door and exiting to the back of the car.

However, without the man realizing it was actually Safira hearing his murmur and it made Safira feel mixed. All this time he always said to have forgiven and forgotten what happened in the past, but he also often denied the attention and affection of Edi. Purnomo's words made Sapphira ask herself, has she really made peace with the past? Is he really at peace with himself?

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