Sense of Sense

Dizzy

It was past noon when Ashqar was busy with quail eggs ready for harvest to be sorted. The man checked the records and baskets, matching the data recorded there with a trusted employee.

“Bang, today's egg yield is like less than yesterday, yes?” he said, opening the report sheet in hand.

Bambang― employees who have worked with Ashqar for more than two years, immediately put themselves beside Ashqar. “Iya, sir. Ten cages have begun to approach the time afkir.”

“Less how many months?”

“Three months, sir.”

Ashqar took a handful of eggs. Some eggs are smaller and rounder than others. Maybe these eggs are the result of the breed near the time of afkir.

“Results from the cage of seedlings how?” ask Ashqar, put the egg back and walk to check the other baskets.

“Good, sir. This month we still send seedlings to other farmers who have ordered, the next month is focused on the preparation of old laying regeneration.”

Ashqar nodded, satisfied with the report Bambang gave. Every now and then he saw quail cages that were stacked and lined up neatly filled the room with a land area of 60 m². This is one of the egg chambers and it has three more with different sizes.

Ashqar is grateful in his heart, his business days are getting bigger. It seems true what many people say, getting married opens many doors of sustenance. Although it was not so right at his first marriage, but not with his current marriage. Of course his provision was the part of his wife and children whom God entrusted through his hard work.

“Today's report recorded as usual yes, Bang. Also be careful not to make any previous kayaking mistakes,” Ashqar said, submitting a daily report. “Continue to pay attention to the packaging of the eggs, yesterday I was able to complete from Pak Haji Basuki directly he said there were several eggs that broke.”

Bambang frowned. “Market Nglano, sir?” his question, greeted by a subtle murmur from Ashqar. “But every time we drop our stuff we check again, sir. So there is no way we do not know if there are damaged goods, or the possibility of damage when stored in the store.”

Ashqar stopped and turned to face Bambang. “Bang,” call him, touching the shoulder of a man four years younger than him. “I ask you to be more careful egg packing time.”

After saying that Ashqar passed away going towards his study, leaving Bambang who was fixated on regretting his own words. Ashqar's tone of voice was cold, making the fine hairs on the nape of Bambang bristle.

Meanwhile, Ashqar slams himself on his study couch, lying face to face with the ceiling of the room. Ashqar closed his eyes, his breathing sounding heavy and tired.

Already since morning Ashqar tried to focus on work, but it was difficult to turn away from the incident last night. Hendra's departure was really a big question mark that I don't know who Ashqar asked for his answer to. In fact, he has two great candidates for questioning. Edi and Rafa.

Ashqar folded his arms and covered his face. “If ask Rafa, can rame because at that time like he mergokin I nguping. If you ask mr. .. mending no. From the length of his affairs,” murmured Ashqar.

Dizziness hit Ashqar's head. He had a lack of sleep, a lot of thoughts and found no solution. Completely complete package to damage the endurance of the body.

Ashqar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, along with which he lowered his arms from his face and opened his eyelids. Ashqar grimaced as a sharper dizzy attacked. Then just when Ashqar wanted to get up from lying down, his phone rang loudly.

Ashqar reached into his pants pocket and took the phone. By squinting Ashqar's eyes faintly look at the screen of his phone and the name of the pearl is listed there. “Dove-loved grandchildren arrived,” whispered Ashqar.

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