Sense of Sense

Epilogue: One

A few months passed, Sapphira and Ashqar regained peace in their household. Ashqar remained and became increasingly busy with work, clearing up the rest of the egg distribution problems that were late because the freight truck rolled over while delivering goods.

Alvin and Zain return to their daily fun with school and play. While Sapphira was in a state of recovery after the curettage, a big loss for their small family who tried to make Safira publicly.

Every now and then when he saw Harsha's sleeping face, Safira was again overwhelmed with sadness. The reason, the woman often invites her prospective baby to talk when Harsha is asleep, chanting hopes to be born healthy and become a complement to her small family. However, it turns out that God's destiny says something other than the hope that Sapphira fosters.

“Mood!”

A loud noise from the front of the house shocked Sapphira and returned her from the daydream. A faint smile immediately adorned his face and the smile grew even more intense as his sense of sight caught the visual of Zain standing in front of the room door.

“Assalamu’alaikum, beautiful mamahnya Zain.” Zain stepped in while releasing his bag and socks in any direction. “Zain kangen mamah hotel. Mama kangen same Zain not?”

The Baswara couple's middle son immediately jumped on the bed with Mbak Jum in the back, picking up the items Zain threw.

“Wa’alaikummussalam. Mom also misses Zain.” Sapphira sat cross-legged on the bed, opened her arms as wide as possible and caught Zain's tiny body into her arms. “Sorry yes, mbak,” whispered to Mbak Jum.

“Nothing, bu.”

After Mbak Jum withdrew from the room, Safira then looked at Zain's face which was still embedded with a sweet smile. “Mas Zain,” call him in a soft voice.

“Yes, mah.”

“So learn what in school?”

Zain held his back, tilting his face with an adorable thought expression. A buzzing sound came out from the thin lips together with the chin that was supported by his tiny palm.

“Learn the same pruit song fruits, mah. Keep learning to make geese equal to rabbits from colorful paper.”

Sapphira reached out, stroking Zain's mane. “Pruit? Fruit names in English?” his question, answered with a passionate nod by Zain. “Mas Zain has memorized?”

Zain grimaced while shaking his head. “Not all, but Zain knows apple,oren, grep the same ... water .. forget again, mah.”

Zain smiled broadly to make his teeth plastered. He also laughed crisply and put on a timid expression. Seeing that Sapphira could not help but pinch both of Zain's cheeks.

“Son mama pinter really, anyway. It is okay if Mas Zain does not immediately memorize, the important thing is that Mas Zain understands what the mother and father of the teacher teach. Understand?”

“Iya, mah. Zain understood,” said. “Mamah ... Zain laper,” said Zain, whispering in the last sentence.

“Then so Mas Zain now change clothes directly to the kitchen for help Bi Jum take food, yes?” sapira's edict was immediately adopted by Zain.

Still fresh in memory when doctors say if the baby stops developing and most likely has died in the womb. Her twenty-week-old daughter-in-law had to be forcibly born because of her carelessness.

Safira slipped in the bathroom, bleeding lightly, but when examined the baby was still fine. Then after two days had passed Sapphira felt a contraction, only the woman ignored him several times. Until finally two days after Sapphira no longer feel the movement of the baby in the womb.

Until finally the bad news that he and Ashqar had to hear, the doctor suggested to remove the fetus immediately or otherwise it would be dangerous for the safety of Sapphira. However, Safira quickly gave a refusal. As a mother, Sapphira refused to give up on her own flesh and blood, but again Ashqar managed to destroy the stone in her head. The man chanted soft words, God's promises of heaven for their daughter which made Sapphira finally willing to give up hope for the child she had not been able to give birth safely.

“Mamah.”

Zain's call once again broke Sapphira's daydream.

“Mamah have eaten?”

Safira blinked then shook her head subtly. “Not yet, will mamah eat when it's twelve.”

Zain poked his lips. The boy seemed to want to say something, but said nothing. Zain nodded then rushed out of the room, leaving Sapphira who was again immersed in her solitude and daydreams.

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Nara Corner :

Hi, how's everything going?

Long time no see

May you all be in good condition, which is no longer good hopefully soon improve, aamiin~

Btw, this story I wrote from the end of July, but only I can update now after a long consideration, whereas a few weeks there are DM songs as well and I promise you updates here 😁🤭 Please 🤧