Sense of Sense

Early Attack

Although he was hesitant and took more than an hour to think, but in the end Ashqar broke his chest and agreed with the advice that Safira gave. They entrust Alvin and Zain to Rahma on the grounds of attending the wedding reception. While Harsha certainly can not be left behind.

Now they are in Retro Resto, walking slowly down the corridor to a classic '80s VIP room. The walls are displayed with wooden paintings with vespa, vehicle plates and some old-style posters. The wall paint is also light brown with wood texture, plus the yellowish illumination of the bulb lamp adds a strong impression to the restaurant design.

The warm atmosphere that should be able to make the heart calmer was not so for Ashqar. He had been feeling tense since stepping inside the restaurant and it did not escape the observation of Safira who was walking beside him.

“Mas okay?” safira asked, breaking the silence.

“Ngak.”

“What would you like to change your mind and go home?”

Ashqar suddenly stopped his steps, turned his head and looked at Safira exasperatedly. “We've arrived here, you know. Time suddenly changes his mind.”

“Finished ... mas looks hesitant so.”

“Ngak, kok.”

Ashqar's facial expression softened. He reached out and took Harsha who was in Sapphira's arms, and held the little body of the youngest with his right hand. While his left hand grabbed Safira's hand, grasped it and walked back just slower.

Netra Sapphira was patterned, but she continued to walk side by side with her husband. While watching the steps, Safira occasionally looked at Ashqar's face. Although it still looks the same doubt, but there is also stability that comes from nowhere.

Safira involuntarily developed a smile and looked straight ahead. Optimism that had dimmed back lit up. Safira had intended to solve the problem, tighten the cord of friendship that had stretched between them and Nita since he went out of the house. By bringing good intentions, Safira believes that good things will also happen.

A large door made of two-meter-high lacquer-lined wood stood gallantly in front of Ashqar and Sapphira, slowly opened by the servant who led them into the room.

“Please, sir, bu.”

“Still,” said Ashqar, tucking a hundred thousand into the pocket of the servant's shirt and waltzing in with Safira.

Rafa and Nita sitting next to each other on the right side became the first sights Safira saw. His older brother looked relaxed as usual and of course there was the impression of a rancid that could not be separated. As for Nita, the woman was immediately bowed once they accidentally met each other's eyes.

“Hai, my beautiful sister!” rafa shouted, approaching Sapphira with arms stretched out.

Safira hastily fizzed, placing the index finger in front of the lips. “Whispering,” hiss, pushing Rafa's chest as her brother was in front of her.

Rafa clucking. “Pelit.” Then Rafa turned his eyes to Safira's side. Not Ashqar, but Harsha. “Follow package Yes, Dek Harsha.”

Rafa quickly took Harsha from Ashqar's possessive arms and took her back to her seat, allowing Ashqar and Sapphira to sit before them.

“Mbak,” greet Sapphira, sit in front of Nita.

Instead of answering her greeting properly, Nita remained silent.

“Mbak, why?”

Nita shook her head and raised her face, but did not look at Safira's face. “Nothing,” he said, smiling thinly.

Both corners of Sapphira's lips were raised higher and higher. She was very familiar with Nita's awkward response. Even her husband was silent and avoided looking at Nita.

“Mbak Nita how are you?”

The question is indeed a pleasant cliche question, but it is something Safira really wants to know about Nita. Since the rumors got bigger Nita was increasingly difficult to contact until finally she could not be contacted at all.

“Good. How are you?”

Safira was silent for a moment, looking at Nita's face that looked more gaunt-goal-like.

“Difficult. I'm having trouble.”

Safira's straightforward answer certainly attracted the attention of everyone in the room―excluding Harsha, who almost simultaneously looked at her in surprise. From the corner of his eyes, Safira saw Rafa gape so shocked. Safira might have already let out a laugh seeing her brother's rare expression if only she did not immediately take her eyes off.

Safira. Then, focus on Nita. “Whether I, Mas Ashqar or the kids, we all have tough days. So how can Mbak Nita be okay?”

Nita's water turned pale. The woman seemed to be at a loss for words and could only open her mouth shut a few times. Sapphira who saw Nita's reaction still maintained a smile. He asked that question intentionally.

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ps. I'll see you tonight, gaes...