Sense of Sense

Children's Innocence

Zain raised his right hand high. “Read prayer keep eating right hand. Eat slowly do not rush, continue to eat enough do not overdo it so as not to mubadzir.”

The behavior is exactly like being in the Park Kanak-Kanak who is facing the teacher. It made Ashqar and Sapphira laugh. They simultaneously pinched Zain's cheeks right and left.

“Mamah! Papah!” zain's protest as Ashqar and Safira laughed grew louder.

“Sorry. The end of Mas Zain ngegemesin, sih.” Safira poured Ashqar a glass of water as her husband coughed in laughter. “Eat it slowly, pah.”

Ashqar just nodded then pressed down the contents of the glass. After his cough subsided, Ashqar asked Safira and Zain to resume lunch. Ashqar once again reminded Zain of the lessons his parents and teachers had taught him at school.

“Mamah, Zain wants to ask something,” said Zain, licking fingers covered in chicken seasoning.

“You ask what?”

“Tadi ‘kan, temenya Zain tanya.” Zain grabbed another chicken and moved the piece of wings into his plate. “But Zain can't answer.”

“Emang ask what?”

“Shortly,” he replied with a full mouth. Then after the piece of meat went into his digestion, Zain looked at Sapphira with an adorable plain look. “What stepson?”

Ashqar and Sapphira choked almost simultaneously. Ashqar has just finished lunch, leaving a full chew in the mouth complete with the sauce intentionally added, trying as hard as possible to control the push from the esophagus. However, it did not work and made Ashqar have to move to the kitchen, to the sink and wash his mouth after throwing food in his mouth.

Sapphira was in much better condition. He only choked on his own saliva and with a mouthful of water his cough immediately disappeared. However, the thump in his chest had not yet subsided.

“Temennya Mas Zain asked about ... stepson?” tanya Safira hesitated.

He had absolutely no view of the conversation that might occur by two children of childhood until it came to the topic of stepchildren that Zain adopted at this time. And that obviously made Safira surprised.

Zain shook his head. The expression of the middle son of Ashqar and Sapphira was relaxed, plain and carefree. It is inversely related to Sapphira. “Hmm .. if the story is long, mah. Nothing at all?”

“Nothing!” sambar Ashqar, sit back in his chair. “Try Mas Zain storyain.”

“Oke.” Zain put the bone of the chicken wings that had been eaten into the plate. Instead of stopping eating, Zain took another piece of chicken wings and held it in his hand. “Tadi ‘kan, his friend Zain, his name is Felix whose house is in Bu Rudi's shop, mah. Inglet?”

Like children in general, when telling stories most of them tend to tell other things that are different from what is being talked about.

“Inget, Baby. How to?” asked Safira in a soft voice.

“Says Felix see from TV, on TV many pictures of Aunt Nita. Then Felix Zain said it was a stepson, Felix asked really what not. But Zain can't answer because Zain doesn't know what stepchildren are.”

The mood suddenly became quiet. Ashqar and Safira fell silent and threw lyrics at each other. They clearly did not expect that a topic like this would be brought up by their own son, and it was even more surprising that this was brought about by their son's friend.

“So what stepson is, mah? Is it true, Zain is a stepson?”

Ashqar's words were cut off along with the greetings from the direction of the door. Mbak Jum who just came home from the house of Bu RT waltzed in and looked at the wonder of his employer's family.

“What's up, sir? Bu?” he said, astonished at Ashqar and Sapphira together.

“Nothing, mbak. The money has been given to Bu RT?” safira said hurriedly. He felt lucky with the sudden appearance of Mbak Jum.

“Udah, mom. Direct Bu RT the nerima.”

“Thank you then, mbak. Keep asking for help check the laundry in the washing machine is finished what is not yet. If you're done please all sun dried, yes.”

“Iya, bu.”

After Mbak Jum went out of sight, Safira glanced at Ashqar who looked relieved as well as tense. Then he turned his gaze to Zain who had returned engrossed in the chicken pieces, eating them voraciously.

“Mas Zain,” call Sapphira soft, cleaning stains on the corners of the lips Zain. “Eat him do not get fullness, later his stomach hurts.”

Zain nodded. “Iya, mah. That hasn't been answered, mah.”

Safira maintained well the calmness on her face, complete with a faint smile on her face. “Later mama same papah answer and explain, but wait for Mas Alvin to go home first. Okay?”

“Why?”

“Why, yes.” Sapphira put on a contrived expression of thought, although the reality was not so. He's really racking his brain looking for the right reason. Because otherwise, Zain would continue to charge him. “Soal let it go. Mas Alvin and Mas Zain will both listen and hopefully later understand.”

“Hmm .. okay, deh!” he said, raise your shoulders and go back and eat the last piece of chicken.

Safira was convinced that Zain did not fully understand the reasons he had made, but as long as Zain could be persuaded for a while then it did not matter. Now all he had to think about was how to explain the stepson to Zain.

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Nara Corner :

Hopefully not too lazy and can be a reading of the friends all before going to bed. Or yes it could be leisure time reading tomorrow 🖤