Sense of Sense

Honey Semanis

Hearing Ashqar's last question, Safira's chest tightened again. The woman hugged Ashqar tighter and tighter. It certainly makes Ashqar nervous, many questions milling around in his head and he hates to wonder. However, it was impossible for him to force Safira to explain.

“Sit first yuk, Mah.” Ashqar slowly led Sapphira to sit at the end of the bed without letting go of their embrace. “If it's quiet I'm ready to be a listener, loh.”

Ashqar has been like dealing with a big version of Zain, as well as the way he treats Safira. Two of Ashqar's favorite people with high sensitivity of heart.

“Mas, what's been this evil same father?” said Safira terbata because trying to hold sobs.

Ashqar's forehead immediately wrinkled, thought hard and remembered whether today Rafa said something about Edi and Sapphira. However, as hard as he tried, Ashqar got nothing.

“What's the problem with you, honey? You quarreled with father?”

Safira shook her head at the chest of the Ashqar field then took a deep breath. “Pak Pur said that I am your favorite son, if you really love me.”

Ashqar's tangled face suddenly brightened. He got an outline of the reason why Sapphira had become so quiet since they met and the reason his wife's face was soaked in tears. The topic of Edi has always been a very sensitive one for Sapphira. That is why Ashqar was always careful if guiding Sapphira to move from the past and make peace with him until one day Sfira could really feel the affection of Edi with a spacious heart.

“No parents do not love their child, Mah.” Ashqar rubbed Sapphira's back constantly. “If you are told to choose between you or Rafa, I am sure you will choose you.”

“Because of guilt,” great-grandson Safira.

Ashqar's breath was held in the throat for a while until it was exhaled slowly. Then in as gentle a tone as possible the man said, “Iya, but .. guilt is a form of paternal affection to you.”

“If dear father will not―”

“Honey, you have promised not to reduce the past loh,” sela Ashqar. He knew where Safira was going and Ashqar disliked it. “Pak Pur didn't mean anything bad by saying it was the same as you. He just wants to remind that even though the father is also a parent, maybe Mr. Pur also feels what you feel because he also has children who are the same age as you. After all, now you are also a parent, the mother of my children.”

Safira raised her face, looking at Ashqar hesitantly. “Today I really hate you. I blame my father for everything that happened. I also reject all of your good intentions and argue that you are just pretending. So if I have to admit ... admit .. I can't,” he said, again drowning the face in Ashqar's chest.

Ashqar held onto Safira's shoulders and pushed her slowly, but Safira pushed herself in the opposite direction. Failing the first attempt, Ashqar advanced a second time. However, it still failed.

Ashqar catches Safira's face, forcing his wife to meet for a glance. Although Sapphira had refused by closing her eyes, but Ashqar managed to rot her favorite woman by giving a light kiss on her eyelids.

“Can't yet,” said Ashqar when his net and brown netra Safira meet each other. “You are not evil and not wrong, you are human. Forgiveness is not an easy matter, that is why Allah promises the right reward to those who can do it. Slow down, honey?”

Safira did not answer. The woman only gave a subtle nod and continued to stare into Ashqar's bead of eyes. The words her husband spoke were able to erase the grief and sorrow in Sapphira's heart, while her tender loving gaze had already sucked Sapphira in another dimension. He could feel the warm Ashqar palms on both of his cheeks.

Then after that Sapphira withdrew in shock, but Ashqar moved faster by holding Safira's waist with one hand while his other hand was still on Safira's face to caress the delicate skin groomed by his wife.

“I think our future daughter will be a girl again, Yang.”

“S-sok know,” says Safira stammered, avoiding eye contact.

“I know. Your mood is exactly like the time of pregnancy Harsha, continue ...,” Ashqar hang words and eliminate the thin distance between them. “you look more beautiful.” Ashqar grabbed Safira and kissed his wife.

Safira breaks away and steps back in shock, but Ashqar immediately pulls her back for a deeper kiss. Ashqar was pleased when Safira welcomed him and let him be for a long while. Until finally Sapphira became the first to end, her face flushed with teary eyes and red lips charming.

Ashqar rubbed his lips near Sapphira's ears. “I thought of you all the way home,” he said raucously, then began to kiss the back of Sapphira's ears up to the collarbone.

Safira pushed her head back, then laughed tremblingly. “Thinking me or something else?”

“You. Overall,” Ashqar murmurs on delicate Sapphira skin.

And just now Ashqar wanted to make a bold move, suddenly the sound of an open door stopped him.

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