Sense of Sense

Baswara Trio

More than a week passed. The rumors about Nita completely disappeared, but of course the woman also drowned from the entertainment world. The days went as they should, the busyness was still as dense as before, everything remained the same as if there had never been any shaking.

Even so, the Baswara Family occasionally still get the same questions even though they have given the same answer many times. Ashqar decides not to answer any questions related to Nita that lead to his family.

By continuing to answer these questions, he said, it will not stop the chain of curiosity of others. So it is better for them to be quiet and step forward to move on. It was also good for her two children.

Speaking of Alvin and Zain, the pair of brothers were compact-compact in helping to nurture Harsha. Armed with a special mission that Ashqar echoed that as real men who love the family―Safira, they are obliged to take up royong to relieve homework.

In fact, Ashqar does not need to provide this kind of resourceful mission for Alvin who every day is accustomed to light hands helping with homework. Another is Zain. His one son still had a hard time refraining from fighting over Harsha.

“Papah later buy ice cream first can?”

Ashqar glanced at Zain through the central rearview. The middle son was sitting casually wagging his legs while eating a large-sized potato snack given by Rafa. Ashqar wanted to snatch a plastic potato slice from Zain's hand, but he could not hear his son's cries.

“Buy the ice cream next week again yes, Mas Zain.” As Zain scowled and began to show signs for perotes, Ashqar hurriedly gave an excuse. “This week Mas Zain has eaten a lot of snacks, later if a cold cough how?”

“But ...”

“You want to be tired because of your care? You ‘kan, if sick spoiled,” nagging Alvin who sits quietly beside him.

“Zain not spoiled. Mas Alvin also if the pain wants the same mamah. Basis, Mas Alvin tuh boong. Wleek!” zain then threw away his face.

Ashqar smelled a smile. “Udah. Hitherto. Don't keep fighting. Mas Alvin with Mas Zain is equally effective to mamah if sick.”

“Fuck!” zain's protest which invited Ashqar's crisp laughter.

“Mas Zain if angry so sweet, loh,” tease Ashqar. He knows that Zain is most anti-say sweet.

“Fuck!” zain shouted increasingly louder.

Ashqar drove his car into the residential complex. Their debate suddenly ended as Zain began singing children's songs, ranging from climbing to the top of the mountain and then continuing to the song parrot that was somehow juxtaposed with my round hat. Maybe because both songs have the same tone.

“Birds of older brothers, alight at the window. If not old, his teeth are two.”

Half-dead Ashqar held back a nearly bursting laughter only for Zain not to sulk and start fussing. However, still it is not easy especially when Zain began to ask Alvin to join him. A reluctant and forced expression was clearly drawn on the boy's face, but his lips still chanted the same song as Zain.

Should Ashqar explain how extraordinary Alvin is? Ashqar thought there was no proper sentence to describe the personality of his first son, no less than extraordinary and no more. Alvin is one of the most amazing things in his life. The bond that the child creates between them is not of blood, but of the mind. And sometimes it's stronger than people think.

The questioner's son also helps her and Sapphira explains to Zain to slowly realize Nita's position. Although it cannot be fully accepted by Zain who still continues to refuse if Nita is his mother and believes that Sapphira is the only mother for the child.

Because of Zain's rejection, also on the advice of child psychologists and Rahma, Ashqar and Safira finally stopped to explain Nita's position on Zain. At least they have told and later slowly Zain will understand by itself, hopefully.

“Pah, that's Bude Rahma's car ‘kan?” ask Alvin.

Ashqar narrowed his eyes and recognized that the tiny red Japanese car parked in front of his house belonged to Rahma. “What's with everyone today?” inner Ashqar.

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