Sense of Sense

Sudden Brake

Ashqar is a talkative person. Sometimes when ordering food, the man simply pointed to the name of the food or drink in the menu book. Like a proverb; silence is gold, but this time the proverb disappears from the image of an Ashqar baswara.

Men three children― towards four, it's been nagging for more than ten minutes about how Safira behaved earlier along the way they headed home. Yes, not Alvin but Sapphira.

Ashqar never thought how Sapphira could lose her temper in front of their own son and two teachers Alvin. It was solely because they both had agreed on how to deal with the skewed talk of people and how to behave in front of others for the sake of their second children. However, it turned out that Safira lost such patience.

“Iya. Ja. I'm sorry, okay?” sahut Safira. His ears were already ringing asking to be kept away from the source of the deafening sound. “Stop nagging dong, pah. Poor tuh Alvin, the ears must be hot.”

Ashqar glanced sharply. Fortunately, at this time his hands were busy with the steering wheel if it was not certain he would pull out Safira's ears. “Alvin Coupon what is your ear?”

Sapphira smiled until her gums were visible and her eyes narrowed. She looks back, “Alvin her ears are hot, ‘kan?”

Sudden attack. Alvin was pensive, staring at Safira's face. The boy actually understood the code that his mother tried to throw, but on the other hand there was Ashqar who would punish him double if he helped Sapphira. Uh! He hated this kind of situation, making him a dilemma.

“Iya ‘kan, Alvin?” reload Sapphira, put another pressure.

“Slightly,” replied Alvin accordingly while turning his face away.

“Tuh!”

“What?” cut Ashqar in a low voice. “Don't habit of being his son alesan, Mamah Safira.”

Safira was a manyun, but the woman could not say anything.

“Mas Alvin too,” continued Ashqar. “This is the second time you fought at school. Not mamah same papah already ngingetin for not fighting the same mukul temen? Why repeated?”

Alvin. “Sorry, pah.”

“The child you hit earlier is the same as the child you hit today?”

“Alvin no mukul, pah.” Alvin immediately raised his face, but a second later his face was bowed back. “That time my mom said that I can't hit anyone no matter what the ales are even though I'm angry.”

“Keep why Aldi cheeks are red?” ask Safira. The woman actually thought about this as well. Safira was very confident that Alvin was a good listener.

“Ngak accidentally stuck a printed book, mah. Alvin pushed, but did not fast. Only Aldi did not say the same teacher so it was thought Alvin who mukul.”

“Terus Mas Alvin was accused of beating people up? No martial arts?”

Alvin nodded. “I'm not asked.”

Sapphira could have been anxious with Alvin's indifference in self-defense, but another thing with Ashqar. He looked at it from the other side.

“Si Aldi emang said what to push?” Ashqar glanced at his son from the middle spy. “Try telling me honestly papah-mamah.”

However, Alvin preferred to avoid Ashqar's eyes. Ashqar himself knew that his son's quarrel was most likely triggered by the news on television, again. He had expected this to happen, even though the school either Alvin or Zain was very open and cooperative to help keep the environment conducive.

Not just for Alvin and Zain, but for the rest of the students. However, it seems that it is not an easy thing to regulate the mouth of others especially children who are still innocent and want to know a lot.

“It's about gossip again, huh?” Ashqar softened his tone. And as Alvin muttered justifying, he said, “Aldi said what? Ask again?”

Alvin shakes. “Aldi says that ... if ..” He looked uncertain, several times his mouth was open and closed.

Until Sapphira had to convince the boy to speak slowly, because it would be better if they discussed it now.

Then Alvin tells him that Aldi told his other friends that if Zain and Alvin were not brothers, Zain was actually an abandoned child. Hearing that Ashqar unconsciously stepped on the brake pedal to make the tire squeak hard on the asphalt.

The sound of a horn roaring from behind made Ashqar wake up and immediately pulled over the car. The man immediately checked on Alvin, asking if the boy was okay.

“Alvin is okay, pah. But mama ..” Alvin hung his words while staring at Safira.

Ashqar turned to Safira and was surprised when his wife looked so shocked. He swiftly grasped Sapphira's hands, squeezing them with one hand while the other stroked Sapphira's pale face.

“Darling, are you all right? I'm sorry,” said Ashqar, tightening his grip as soon as he realized his wife's hand was so cold.

Safira shook her head and forced a smile. “Nothing, mas.” That's clearly a lie. In fact, Sapphira's heart was like jumping out. “We talked at home, huh? It turns out that it is not good to talk while driving let alone discuss important things,” continued Safira, limp.

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