Sense of Sense

Father & Son

A few days later, Ashqar and Safira's household began to improve. The rumors circulating on social media have died down as well as on television. One factor is because there are other news that is more selling to be reported.

Although there were some people suspected of being news hunters had been seen around the housing complex Ashqar and Safira, but fortunately the residents around the compact not to open their mouths. This also makes housing security tight. Not only for the safety and comfort of the small Ashqar family, but also for the people who live there.

Another case with the family of Nita's cousin, uncle Zain, who had filled the gossip show with their comments about Nita and Zain. They are the only ones responsible for the news that has been circulating for some time now. Fortunately, none of Ashqar's or Nita's parties were willing to respond so people were bored with unilateral news and opinions.

As a person who still has blood relations with his son and ex-wife, the family of cousin Nita is very irresponsible by giving statements that even make the atmosphere worse. Even they did not consider his family or Zain who was clearly their own nephew.

This made Ashqar furious. The man even had the intention to sue Nita's cousin's family and bring them a green shirt. However, Sapphira managed to convince Ashqar not to realize that intention. So when the news on television no longer displays the faces of the annoying cousin family Nita, Ashqar felt so relieved.

It made Ashqar's facial water bright, complete with a fluffy smile on his handsome face. His hyper-bolism, as if the world he saw was full of color and his shoulders felt light.

“Why why, anyway?” zain asked, astonished by the behavior of his papa.

Still with a smile on his face, Ashqar turned to the side chair. “Hah? No reason.”

Zain looked at Ashqar unconvinced. The boy who was about to graduate from kindergarten frowned while continuing to lick lollipops. “Freak.”

If usually Ashqar will reprimand Zain when talking like that, another story with this time. The man just patted Zain on the top of his head while telling him to finish the candy before he got home. Because otherwise, Sapphira would have nagged Ashqar for letting Zain eat sweets.

“Mas Zain wants to eat steak?” tawar Ashqar when looking at the plaque of one of the famous steak restaurants in Solo City.

“Nmobile. Mamah promise to cook sweet chicken.”

Ashqar raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zain who was still engrossed with candy in his mouth while shaking his legs. It is fitting that Zain did not complain of hunger as usual, apparently he had made an appointment with Safira.

“Yes if so, we eat at home aja.”

“Iya.”

Ashqar smelled a smile at Zain's adorable behavior. It was clear that his son was waiting to get home for Safira's cooking. What is made is Zain's favorite menu lately. Ah ... know so Ashqar will also ask Safira to cook pepes his favorite fish.

Eventually Ashqar's car got into the compound and stopped slowly in front of the house. Not even the car stopped perfectly, Zain had already eagerly opened his seatbelt and almost jumped down. Fortunately, Ashqar swiftly held the central lock for the car door beside the driver.

“Mas Zain,” call Ashqar full warning.

Zain, who was called by his name, pulled his hand from the car door and lowered his head.

“Papah ‘kan, has often said that the car has not stopped do not rush to open the door. Hazard.” Ashqar softened his tone, but left no warning tone for Zain. “If it falls, how?”

“Bloody,” great-grandson Zain.

“If bleeding hurts?” ashqar asked, responding to a weak nod from Zain. Ashqar then unlocks and says, “Dah, Mas Zain can come out now. But don't repeat it again, huh?”

Zain raised his face. With a radiant face and eyes, he thrust his pinky finger. “Zain promise, pah.”

Ashqar inevitably pulled both ends of his lips. A few minutes ago Zain put on a sorry face, but now that expression disappeared somewhere.

“Mustained promise yes, Mas Zain.” Ashqar links their little fingers.

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