Sense of Sense

Supporting Each Other

Zain turned his head accompanied by a groan full of complaints, then he looked at Alvin with a look of dislike presented with his thin lips that advanced a few inches. Even so Zain still obeyed his brother's words and released a hug from Safira's body.

“A sick?” he looked at Safira's face.

“Ngak.” Sapphira held Zain's body to remain in her lap as her son was about to move on. “Mas Zain angry?”

Zain nodded.

“Why?”

Zain glanced at Ashqar timidly, but mixed in annoyance then a second later lowered his gaze and lowered his head. “False father,” whispered.

Realizing his son's agitation, Sapphira immediately rubbed Zain's back. “What lie?”

“Mah Zain it's.” Zain touched Safira's chest. “Not Aunt Nita.”

Hearing the words you want to hear over and over again from a loved one is the most effective remedy for a troubled heart. Sapphira felt the warmth spread all over her body, passing through each nerve to enter the chest.

Unable to be held back, Safira developed a smile. “Yes, this is Mas Zain. His mother Mas Alvin. Mom Harsha.” Sapphira stroked Zain's cheek and pinched him slowly. “Mahnya Mas Alvin with Harsha only one, if Mas Zain there are two. The other is Aunt Nita.”

Zain immediately returned to frowning. However, not yet the boy raised a protest, Safira first spoke.

“Why is Mas Zain angry? Mas Zain hates Aunt Nita?”

Zain shook his head, but did not give an answer. Until finally after several times Safira said if the child had two mothers and asked if Zain hated Nita, Zain gave an answer.

“Zain doesn't know. Zain does not want to separate again with mama. Zain does not want if there is no mamah,” he said then followed by a sobbing that changed crying.

The originally dashed cries began to intensify and Zain began to sob in Sapphira's arms while repeating the same words, that he did not want to part with Sapphira.

Ashqar and Sapphira felt their warning signal light up. Through the glances of the eyes the two exchanged words, signaling that it might be enough to provide understanding for Zain at this time. And if they keep pushing this then obviously it's not good for Zain's mental health as well for their relationship.

“Cup. Cup. You're not going anywhere, honey. Mamah can not ninggalin Zain,” said Safira tried to calm down while clutching tighter Zain's body.

Sapphira looked at Ashqar and Alvin alternately and asked them to help through the words spoken. Of course, with the help of the two, it would be easier to persuade Zain. The other reason was that Safira would probably cry along with Zain.

Seeing and hearing Zain's response made Safira's heart uncharacteristic, her feelings mixed. On the one hand he was happy because Zain was so dependent and afraid of losing himself, but on the other hand Sapphira did not want to deny his own promises and conscience. Since Nita's return to Zain's life, Sapphira has been determined not to break the bond between her mother and son.

He knows so much about being made an object by others that he himself cannot tell who is telling the truth and who is lying. Sapphira did not want Zain to feel that way if one day the child knew who the mother had been. And of course Safira would not let Zain know this truth from anyone else. However, with the current circumstances it felt very impossible.

“What are we doing this wrong?” inner Sapphira.

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The situation in the Baswara Residence was silent, as if joy and warmth were taken from all residents of the house. So quiet that the sound of water droplets on the dishwasher faucet until competing loud with the clink of the wall clock. Even so, they could not really win from the grim whirlwind that occasionally sounded.

“Mas, are we overexerting Zain?” whispered Safira, squeezing Ashqar's hand which caressed her cheek.

He raised his sight. Ashqar's face was as handsome as ever, black hair that began to be long, bushy eyebrows framing his sharp neutrals and the firm facial lines that always managed to keep him captivated. However, that beauty was currently covered in mist.

Sapphira could see the sadness in Ashqar's bead staring at Zain's face, and the feeling was well conveyed to her.

“It looks like yes, Yang. Older children must be difficult to accept this situation especially Zain.” Ashqar turned his gaze to Sapphira. “So long she knew you were her mother, and the only one. So ...”

Ashqar's breathing sounded heavy. The man raised his face for a while and then cast a look in the other direction.

“If nothing like this ever happens or better yet if Nita never comes into our lives.”

“Mas,” call Sapphira soft. “Don't say it like that. Mas once said that wondering and regretting what has happened is not a good deed.”

Sapphira straightened the body after successfully releasing Zain's hold on his arm with enough effort. Then he cupped Ashqar's face with both hands.

“We can get through this well, mas. You are the best leader for this family, you are an example for me and the children, you are also our support. Please don't give up. Let's get out of this situation as best we can.”

Ashqar looked straight at Sapphira's bead and saw her reflection there. His wife's gaze was so sincere despite the thin layer she guessed were tears held back. Then, feeling guilt and relief, Ashqar pulled Safira into his arms.

“Sorry. Excuse me. I too want this matter to pass quickly, I want Zain to be able to understand our wishes. But seeing her reaction earlier, I got confused myself. I don't know how else to deal with unexpected situations like this.” Ashqar let go of his embrace and kissed old Safira on the forehead. “Thank you for reminding me, Darling,” whispered Ashqar in front of Safira's face.

Safira nodded gently. “Sama-sama. It is my duty to support and remind people at times like this. By the way, I thought about talking to Rahma tomorrow about this. How about it?”

Ashqar was silent for a moment. She tries to digest Safira's advice, but her proud intelligent brain is reluctant to cooperate.

“I thought first, yes.”

“What's up, mas?”

Ashqar. “Nothing. Only now I can't think clearly. Mas want to come out for a minute.”

Safira murmured in response, his gaze following Ashqar's movements moving from the room and disappearing behind the closed door. He actually wanted a definite answer this time as well, but it seemed like Safira had to wait for it. So it is better that he overtakes Zain while Harhsa is still asleep before his little daughter cries out of hunger or poop.

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