Sense of Sense

It'll Be Better

After finding himself eavesdropping, Ashqar thought Rafa would interrogate or beat him all out. However, his brother-in-law acted as if nothing had ever happened. Clearly Ashqar was perplexed himself, wanting to ask for fear of inciting hostility.

So he decided to follow Rafa's wishes. Until now, where he and Safira returned to their home, Rafa never once tried to discuss the matter with him.

Ashqar is still paying attention to his wife's interaction with Hendra. In his mind Ashqar wondered, what if Safira knew that the person he was talking to was a suspect in his mother's murder case?

Ashqar could not imagine in the slightest how Sapphira reacted to it, just thinking about it made his nape bristled violently. Even if Rafa's words are true if Hendra is also a victim of the entrapment of the perpetrator, but that does not rule out the fact that Hendra was legally guilty of the disappearance of his mother-in-law.

Ashqar exhaled a subtle breath and came out from his hiding, acting as if he had just come out from inside the house.

“The message I called was not astonished, it turns out here,” said Ashqar, walking up to Safira.

Safira. The look in his eyes made Ashqar feel at ease.

“What's up, Mas?”

Ashqar did not answer. He stared fixedly at Safira's face for a while then shook his head subtly. “Indeed it is better if he does not know,” inner Ashqar. “Nothing, Mah. Coffee was last, but I've met kok.”

Safira frowned, astonished by her husband's behavior. “If you've met what's nyariin?”

“Kangen,” replied Ashqar accordingly, ignoring the red face of Sapphira. Then he glanced at Hendra who was also watching him. “Pak Hendra, how are you?”

“Good, Mas Ashqar. Jenengan?”¹

“Aalhamdulillah's. Sae, sir.”² Ashqar notices the thing Hendra is holding. “My wife disturbs the father of flower flush, yes?”

“Mas, how come?” protestations.

Hendra laughed crisply. “Disturb what tho, mas. I just do a little job. Precisely because there are Mbak Fira my flowers so do not wither.”

Safira glanced at Ashqar with a satisfied smile to show off. “Tuh! Denger, mas.”

“Do not often muji my wife, sir.” Ashqar grabbed onto Safira's shoulder and pulled her closer. “Can fly him later.”

A sentence of protest Safira presented to Ashqar with a pinch on her husband's waist. The later Ashqar responded with a pinch on both cheeks of Sapphira. They retaliated against each other regardless of Hendra who was watching them and also the surroundings.

Ashqar smiled amusedly at the red face of his wife's blushing. “Sorry, Mr. Hendra. My wife likes unconscious places,” she said, ignoring Safira's sharp glances.

Hendra smiled. “Nothing, Mas Ashqar. It is good that you are always harmonious, just my message next time not in front of other neighbors. Fear of showing off intimacy.”

Ashqar laughed crisply. “Tuh, mah. Dengerin.”

Safira. Her husband was completely unconscious. Despite his own irritation, Sapphira could not reply to Ashqar. At least not in front of others.

“I'm sorry, sir. Want to check Harsha,” say Safira, then as fast as lightning into the house. She couldn't be there much longer or she would be the object of her husband's frenzy.

Ashqar followed Sapphira's movements with an amused look. Then when Safira's bronze pole disappeared behind the fence, he turned to Hendra. “Once again I'm sorry, sir.”

“Nothing, mas. Hopefully you guys will always be harmonious until old age.”

Ashqar. He could feel the sincerity of Hendra's words, as well as the expression on his old face. Ashqar believes there is nothing to watch out for from Hendra and he can trust Rafa's words.

“I'm sorry, sir. Mari,” said, turning around following Safira.

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Language Corner :

¹With \= You, You (smooth case/Java language)

²Sae \= Nice, Good (Java Language)