Sense of Sense

Ten Nights

Ashqar gave a smile, a prank idea suddenly appeared in his mind. “Yah .. how else. Your husband is handsome.”

“Mas!” safira Protest.

Ashqar's laughter raged loudly. “‘Kan, the reality is so, dear. But be calm, even though my joy is praised by many women, still you are the only wife and woman I want to be a companion to life until death separates.”

“Gombal!” Safira hit Ashqar's chest slowly. “Mas the mouth is so sweet.”

It is fun to be able to tempt Safira even though he still has to be clever to read the changes in his wife's mood. The annoyed and timid face of Safira became opium to Ashqar.

“Mas,” call Sapphira down.

Hearing his wife's voice made Ashqar's forehead wrinkle. His feeling is not good. “Dalem.”

“Alvin.”

Ashqar could immediately guess where Sapphira was talking. “Nothing, Honey. Patience for a while until this thing subsides, while we continue to ngawasin children.”

“I feel failed to protect Alvin, mas. He shouldn't be involved in bullying.” Sapphira tightened her hold on Ashqar's arm. “I really know what it's like to be an object of bullying. Although outside Alvin looks fine, but his heart must be hurt.”

Ashqar's breath is stuck in the throat. His chest rumbled with guilt. “Please do not blame yourself, dear,” Ashqar said in a choked voice. “All this is because I was less responsive to this problem from the beginning. But the rice has become porridge, all you can do now is protect the children and give them the best possible moral support.”

“I hope things like this will pass quickly,” said Safira clutching the arm of Ashqar.

Ashqar reached out, again stroking Safira's peaceful face. As soon as his hand touched the cheek, right on the trail of tears, Ashqar's chest again rumbled. His mind was still wandering until suddenly Sapphira moaned and stretched the body that made him return from daydreaming.

Ashqar lightly patted Sapphira's temple and rubbed his head until his wife regained her composure in a dream crib. Then he got out of bed, walked slowly to the door and out of the room.

The clock is ten o'clock when Ashqar is in the living room. The mother and her two sons were asleep on the bed facing the still-lit television. Ashqar shook his head as he circled the sofa and turned off the television.

If it were not for Zain's childish request to sleep with his grandmother and older brother, it would have been certain Ashqar would not have allowed them to sleep in the living room. However, thanks to Harti's persuasion and Alvin's approval, Ashqar could not say no.

“Ashqar?” call Harti in a raucous voice.

Harti blinked and was about to sit down, but his body was restrained by Zain's small hand clutching his body. Until finally he chose to lie back on the bed. “Why not sleeping,” he said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Ntwist, ma'am,”¹ lies Ashqar then he fixes Alvin's blanket closer to him. “Mother sleeps again aja.”

Harti nodded. His mother was already very sleepy despite being forced to stay sober and talk to him. So understandingly, Ashqar moved on. However, it is not the bedroom that is the goal but the front porch of the house.

A cold wind swept across Ashqar's face as soon as he was on the terrace. He raised his face, staring at the desolate sky without stars. Then the weight on his shoulders came back.

Ashqar thought once things had calmed down then things would get back in place. However, as many people say, glass that falls and breaks will still leave marks even though it can be restored to its original form. So maybe this is another effect of the problem they previously faced. Again, issues related to public figures are unlikely to simply be private property.

While the relationship between Ashqar, Safira and Nita is still fine, some people seem to want to try to dig into the past or worse create new problems with questionable news. Similarly, Alvin and Zain schools are actually very cooperative with their students' environments. Everything was in Ashqar's plan, at least as he had thought before.

Ashqar exhaled a rough breath. “I think I'm too confident,” murmured, combing hair.

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¹Ngeilir \= Wake up suddenly while asleep (Java)

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