Sense of Sense

Ice Cream Chocolate feat Corndog

One that can make the mood of Safira better, in addition to good food, is the funny behavior of his children. Although sometimes behind it there are only those who make head bobbles.

Safira could not stop smiling after seeing the short video on the flat screen in her hand. Less than a minute long, the video shows Zain with a cool looking face with two different types of food. His right hand was clutched in chocolate ice cream while the child's left hand was clutching a corndog with mayonnaise.

Somehow it tastes when the sweet taste of chocolate ice cream blends with the savory taste of corndog. Just imagining it made Safira shudder in horror.

Safira thrust her phone in front of Ashqar. “Mas view, deh.”

“What?” ashqar asked, taking his eyes off the street for a few seconds. “That's who?”

“Sama own child does not know. Zain,” pout Safira. “This kid is very strange behavior, deh. Meal time chocolate ice cream mixed corndog.”

“Hah? Kok, can? Mixed how?”

Safira did not answer. He deliberately waited for the speed of the car to stop when he saw that in front of the traffic light had just turned red.

“See, deh.” Safira immediately showed Ashqar a video of Zain as soon as their vehicle stopped.

“This is the mother who sent?” asked Ashqar, who answered an enthusiastic nod by Safira. “Not strange, really. Similar you.”

Loud protests directly Safira lay on her husband. Safia admitted that she really likes to eat good food, but she could not eat the opposite taste simultaneously.

“Obviously similar to you, mas. Who would like to mix the same flavored ground drinks?”

“Not wrong? Who wants to eat sweet food continues to finish telen directly moved salty food or pedes who?” ashqar said he would not lose. “Partially I do not mix drinks, it's called saving glasses so that there are not many dirty glasses.”

Just as Safira was about to continue the protest, Ashqar suddenly stepped on the gas pedal and made his body jerk. Fortunately, Safira used a seat belt, otherwise his forehead would kiss the dashboard of the car.

As she nagged, scolding Ashqar for her reckless actions, her husband laughed out loud. The more Sapphira nagged the louder the laughter of Ashqar, to the extent that Safira chose silence because she was tired herself not responded.

Safira scowled, turned her face to the side window and began to murmur. Seeing his wife's behavior, Ashqar reached out and scrambled Sapphira's brown mane. However, quickly his hand was on the tepis of Sapphira.

“You. You.” Ashqar hit Safira's hip slowly. “Not polite with husband.”

“Bodo very,” said Safira.

Throughout their journey, Sapphira continued to ignore Ashqar. The woman was busy exchanging messages with her mother-in-law, commenting on Zain's behavior. Just before he and Ashqar picked up Zain at ten, Harti called him and said he was on his way to their house.

Safira had protested because Harti did not contact her sooner so that she could pick up her mother-in-law at Rahma's house, fortunately, he has not left the house empty or he and Ashqar will make his mother-in-law wait outside. However, Harti's reply left Sapphira at a loss for words.

“This mother is still healthy, can still go anywhere by herself. So why should you take a trip like a nursing grandmother. After all, the intention of visiting your home, if you are not at home means the wrong mother because it came at a time that is not right.”

So said. Of course Safira can not refute, but feel bad at the same time. So he relented, awaiting Harti's arrival while Ashqar picked Zain up from school.

So no wonder when he and Ashqar go to pick up Alvin, Zain can get a double win. With his grandmother, the child will be spoiled while Safira will only give one of them. Grandma has always been a hero to her grandchildren.

“Still angry, Which?” ashqar asked, but Safira did not respond. “We've arrived, Darling.”

However, again Safira was still silent. Feeling upset, Ashqar finally opened his seatbelt and leaned toward Sapphira. How surprised he was to find Sapphira sleeping.

“Pantesan diem even though the car has stopped. Not sleeping,” inner Ashqar, shaking his head. Ashqar looks at the clock on his wrist and looks at the closed gate of Alvin's school. It seems like the lesson hours are not over yet.

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