Sense of Sense

Refusal

“This is Zain!” zain exclaimed, staring at Ashqar full of hostility.

Ashqar. It's hard to explain this to kids Zain's age. His son thought Sapphira was his real mother.

To be honest, it was not a problem for Ashqar. Unfortunately, his ex-wife is a celebrity and yesterday's problems were huge for all of them. Although he and his family as much as possible to keep their environment conducive, but reportedly the birds can not stand it. Especially if the one asking is children whose incident is still plain and curiosity.

“Iya, the Zain hugs his mom Zain.” Ashqar spoke as softly as possible, hoping that Zain would listen for a moment. “But, Son. Zain's real mom is not Mamah Safira.”

Zain shook his head loudly and repeated his words several times. It made Ashqar exhale rough then glimpsed Alvin who looks like he wants to get close to Zain. I don't know what is blocking the boy.

Realizing the expression on Alvin's face, Ashqar opened his mouth, hoping that his eldest son could help to persuade Zain. But not a word came out of his mouth, but Sapphira interrupted.

“Zain darling. His beautiful son mamah,” said Safira softly, making Zain look at his face.

“Zain his son mamah. Not his son Aunt Nita,” whine Zain.

Safira was stunned as their netra collided. Zain's clear beads sparkled with tears held in his eyes, his expression describing the sadness that made Sapphira so full.

Sapphira strengthened her heart to develop a thin smile and stroked Zain's temples to her pinched cheeks. “Mah is very dear to Mas Zain. Mas Zain also love mamah. ‘kan?”

Zain nodded.

“Zain remember when Harsha was not born, where was Harsha?”

Zain buzzing. “Here,” his great-grandson, pointed at Safira's stomach.

“Mas Zain is also the same. Before birth and big as now who is counting, pinter reading, Mas Zain is also in the stomach. But not in the belly of mama, but in the stomach of Aunt Nita.”

Sapphira involuntarily held her breath waiting for Zain's reaction. It was once Zain asked him, but Sapphira managed to answer safely at that time.

“But, but ... Zain whose son?” zain said with a trembling voice.

A dagger pierced Sapphira right in the heart and made not only chest pain, but also the whole body. Sapphira deliberately bit her tongue a little, she did not want to suddenly sob in front of her two sons and make them more confused.

“Zain his son mamah and papah, but Zain is also his son Tante Nita,” said Ashqar, stroking Zain's mane.

Zain again nodded. The boy returned with a rejection. “No want! You are just one!” his screams while hugging Safira's neck and drowning his face there.

“Zain.”

“Pah,” said Safira, holding Ashqar who already looks almost desperate. “Let's time for Zain.”

Ashqar brushes the hair back and then rubs the face with both palms. After several breaths, Ashqar closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa.

Ashqar knew that explaining this was not an easy job, but he obviously did not expect it to be this difficult after actually dealing with it. From the beginning Zain thought that the mother he was looking for was the same person as the mother who had given birth to him. It is even possible that Zain's affection for Sapphira overcame his affection for Nita.

If the rumors did not become big or even never existed, then surely his small family would not face a situation like this. However, what you want to say, rice has become porridge. As his mother Harti advised, something that has happened should not be regretted because it was a futile act. Time cannot be turned back or forced to move forward.

“Zain hug it don't fad, mamah sick later.”

Alvin's calm voice draws Ashqar from his reverie. Without opening the eyelids, Ashqar put the ears on.

“Zain,” call Alvin again because his sister does not want to obey his words. “You want to be in pain.”

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