Sense of Sense

Lebay

The ringing of the cell phone disturbed Safira's calmness, shrill to deafen the ears. Slowly Sapphira opened her eyelids and began to blink. The sunlight that broke through from the windshield made it difficult to open its eyes properly.

Safira groaned, one hand raised covering his face while the other hand reached into the bag in search of a mobile phone that was still roaring. Then after he found it, Safira immediately raised the call without looking at the screen of his phone.

“What's up?” safira ketus.

“Mah.”

Safira squeaked, then he immediately stared at the phone screen in hand. “Mas Ashqar?” whispered Safira, dazed. While looking around, Safira said, “What's up, mas?”

“This is me talking to his homeroom teacher Alvin. You came here, huh?”

Safira straightened his back to make his head dizzy. “What's up, mas?”

“I wait, mah. Car keys are still flashy.” Without waiting for Safira's answer, Ashqar immediately closed the phone.

Sapphira is still trying to digest what happened. While gathering the lives that were still scattered, Safira looked around once more. The car engine was on with the coolant, the car was empty and left only Safira alone. He wondered, since when was he left alone?

After a few minutes, Safira got out of the car and walked towards Alvin's school. However, when he crossed the road a matic motor drove from the right side, honking and almost hit him. Fortunately, Safira's reflexes were quite good. He took a few steps back and almost fell staggered.

Sapphira almost called for an expletive, but was stuck in the esophagus when she realized where she was and someone approached her. He stared intently at the motorbike that was about to hit him, turning into the courtyard of the Harmony Elementary School.

“If not guardian disciple, means teacher,” Inner Safira dongkol.

The woman walked into the Alvin school area with a feeling of annoyance that was still in the crown. While passing through the parking lot, he saw a motorbike that almost hit him. It was in Safira's mind to kick the bike and break his rearview, but he did not want to get his son into trouble because of his behavior. So ignoring his annoyance, Safira continued to walk up to the teacher's room.

“Excuse me,” Safira said as she opened the teacher room door.

Sapphira's eyes were immediately fixed on the guest table in the middle of the room. Her husband and eldest son sat in one of the long chairs, in front of them sat a woman and a boy, then in the other seat sat Alvin's homeroom teacher and the principal. At once Sapphira's feelings became unpleasant.

Safira took a seat beside Alvin. Then he glanced at Ashqar and glanced at the people sitting there. As soon as he saw the woman in front of him, Safira was both shocked and confused. The woman was the same woman as the one who almost hit her.

“Begini Bu Ajeng,” by Alvin homeroom. “I gather you all, parents of Alvin and Aldi because your children are involved in an argument during the last hour of lessons.”

Hearing that, Ashqar and Sapphira simultaneously glanced at their sons. Between believing no one believes that Alvin could get into a fight. Though all this time they know Alvin as a quiet child and tend not to want to be involved in something of a fight.

The parents of the disciple in front of the Baswara Couple were already excited, examining the body of his son. “Which one hurts, Di? Tell me mother,” said Ajeng excited. Then the woman turned to Alvin and pointed at him. “Why are you my son?”

“Yang politely, yes. Do not point at the children of random people,” rebukes Sapphira, embracing Alvin.

“Mom-mom please calm down first,” says homeroom Alvin. “Please give a good example for your children.”

“My son is bruised like gini keep mom tell me calm.”

Safira squinted, looking at the face of classmate Alvin who resigned in the arms of the mother. There was no bruising from the child's face, only a slight redness on the right cheek.

“Don't bemay, ma'am. Mother's children are fine,” said Safira ketus.

The irritation that Safira had previously saved back appeared on the surface and doubled. It was very curious to feel Safira grabbed the thick hair of the woman in front of him and gave two to three pinch marks on the taper lips.

“this is an ordinary children's quarrel, not the brawl of SMK students,” continued Safira, julid.

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