Sense of Sense

Pickaback

Ashqar looks at Safira when the car stops and Alvin has removed his seatbelt. He asked his eldest son to open the gate and enter the house first. Then after Alvin's body disappeared into the house, Ashqar rubbed Safira flat stomach as light as a feather.

Guilt began to run through Ashqar's chest in rhythm with the movement of his hands on Sapphira's stomach. He lost concentration for a few seconds which could have been fatal to the safety of his wife and their future baby.

Ashqar's gaze slowly rose to Sapphira's peaceful face. His wife fell asleep after he drove back to the main road. Ashqar did not have the heart if you have to disturb the deep sleep of Safira who later slightly disturbed due to the effects of pregnancy. However, if he carries his wife in then there is a possibility that they will meet neighbors around and be the subject of another conversation.

“Honey,” call Ashqar, stroking Safira's face. “Build, yuk. Up to home.”

Ashqar slightly shook Safira's shoulder as his wife kept her eyes open and continued to call out her name. Until finally Sapphira's eyelids twitched and slowly opened.

The woman blinked several times, perhaps adjusting the light that caught the eye. And when she realized Ashqar's whereabouts, Sapphira immediately put her hand on her husband's neck.

“Gendong, mas.”

Ashqar flashes. “We're still in the car, Darling.”

“Glass the car ‘kan dark,” grumbled Safira not happy.

“Iya, but if the carrier gets into the house continue to be seen by neighbors ‘kan not good.”

“Huh! Don't want to know!”

Ashqar. He begins a dilemma, between obeying his wife's wishes or risking face if caught by a neighbor. It was not an easy choice for him.

The fine snoring drew Ashqar's attention from his turmoil. He peeked at Safira's face leaning against his chest. His wife fell back asleep as he thought of the best solution of the situation. However, seeing the situation of Safira that returned, Ashqar did not want to have to carry Sapphira into the house.

He hoped that no one would see him. It's nothing, Ashqar just doesn't want any strange rumors hanging around in his neighborhood. Indeed, their neighbors are not the type of neighbor kepo and julid, but the spice sweetener chat mothers still feel excessive. Ashqar could not face temptation for the sake of temptation directed against him.

Ashqar lifted Safira's body slowly and then carried her after turning off the car engine first. With a step he noticed, Ashqar brought Sapphira's body into the house.

“Pa .. reward. Mom why?” zain said, as Ashqar passed through the living room.

The boy followed Ashqar into the room and circled the bed, rode it and sat beside Sapphira. As Ashqar pulled the blanket, Zain did the same. Similarly, when Ashqar fix children Sapphira hair that covers the face.

“Sleeping, pah?” zain asked, comforting himself beside Sapphira and hugging his mother's body.

“Iya, Mas Zain do not disturb your sleep, yes?”

After giving Zain one-two pieces of advice, Ashqar returned to the front to get in the car. Fortunately the complex atmosphere was quiet so no one should have seen it.

Unfortunately, that was Ashqar's only hope. Because as soon as he left the house, he found Hendra sitting on the porch with a smile looking at him. Noticing the smile on Hendra's face, Ashqar had a bad premonition.

“Don't-don't Mr. Hendra see me carrying Safira again,” inner Ashqar worry.

However, instead of throwing his curiosity, Ashqar just gave a greeting to Hendra then immediately parked the car into the garage. He didn't want to risk hearing something he himself feared. Hendra is not a big-mouthed person.

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A gentle breath seduced Ashqar to continue moving his index finger across the delicate skin of Sapphira's face. He moved it slowly from his chin, jaw, temple, forehead down to his nose and towards the frame of his lips. Then one light kiss Ashqar gave there to make Safira moan in sleep.

Ashqar smiled looking at the frown on his wife's forehead. His stomach tingled and turbulent, wanting to return to the dream of Sapphira. Especially if the short sentences that Safira had said ringed in remembrance.

“I'm jealous!”

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Nara Corner :

While others commented about Alvin or Safira dichapter before, there was a comment on the motorbike that Safira drove his tires 🤭

Brother, you make me laugh 🙈

That part please continue alone according to imagination aja kkk~

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