Sense of Sense

Neighboring

A few weeks later, things were much better than what Safira hoped for and he and his small family were able to return home. Of course, it is not without hindrance. The violent protest was called by the elderly who reasoned not to want to be separated from their grandchildren. Edi did not want the house to be quiet again without the presence of Alvin and Zain, as well as the sound of crying Harsha. Unfortunately, even so Edi was still unable to change the decision of Ashqar and Sapphira.

The couple had a long and careful discussion until they finally got a decision that they thought was good. After more than a month they avoided the possibility that journalists would surround their homes, keeping an eye on the development of gossip, reports of Safira's assault case and the state of their neighborhood, finally the day that the little Ashqar family returned to their lives arrived as well.

Fortunately, they have a healthy environment. Some journalists did come and go, watching and even waiting for hours in front of the House of Baswara. Among them were some who pointed a microphone to the nearest neighbor Safira, but firmly they refused to answer. If only Safira was still living in his old rented, he would surely be months of journalists and mothers who did not like it.

So on the awareness about it, when Safira threw out the trash this morning and saw Hendra was watering flowers then he without a second thought immediately approached the middle-aged man. From the front of his house he could see some flowers were not in place, it seemed like the number of beloved plants Hendra reduced some fruit.

“Again, Mr. Hendra. How are you?” greet Sapphira, standing outside the waist-high wooden fence.

Hendra raised his face, there was a remnant of dirt mixed with sweat on his forehead as well as his right cheek, then revealed a thin smile as soon as he found Sapphira was already outside the fence of his house. “Again, Mbak Fira. Fine, fine.” Hendra put a watering plant on the ground. “Mbak Fira herself how are you?”

“Alhamdulillah, fine. I want to thank you for your help the other day because it has taken me to the hospital, sorry I just had time to say.”

Hendra laughed crisply as he waved his hands in front of his face. “No need to thank you, Ma'am. Coincidentally at that time I heard a storm from the house of genengan so I immediately approached.”¹

“But because of the help of my father, I so avoided things that might be much worse.”

Hendra looked at him closely and then shook his head gently. “It is God's will, Madam Fira is fine. So no need to think about it,” said Hendra, continuing to water his beloved flowers.

Safira fell silent, not knowing how to respond to Hendra's words. Previously he was always careful when dealing with others, no matter how good. However, with this middle-aged man before him Safira often relaxed his vigilance.

“By the way, Ma'am. Is it done?”

Sapphira squeaked and returned from the daydream. But his brain doesn't work as fast as his reflexes. “Iya, Sir. I just want to say that. Sorry to interrupt.”

Hendra chuckles. “That's not the point, mbak,” said, restraining the movement of Safira who would turn away. “I mean business yesterday.”

“O-oh .. not yet, Mr.” Safira smiled bitterly. “But if you wait for everything to be finished it will take a long time.”

“Bener, bbak. Better to face, slowly his condition will definitely improve.”

Safira smiled knot. “Yes, Mr. Hendra. Thank God, thanks to the help of neighbors here including the father also so that no journalist managed to get news about my family.”

Hendra again responded with a humble remark, that it should be done in the neighbor. Their chatter continued like rain falling in early September.

While from a distance not so far, behind the gate, Ashqar watched his wife with mixed feelings. Safira and Hendra's interaction makes Ashqar clover and anxious at once, his memory being pulled back to the day that Edi slapped Rafa hard.

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Nara Note :

Mapan kemaren can not update, so today rapelan again 3 chapters

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