Sense of Sense

Omelite

People say sweet foods can improve mood and increase happiness. This was proven true during Sapphira's pregnancy which also had to go through Ashqar with quite a lot of struggle. Safira's volatile mood and easy-to-ride emotions force Ashqar to figure out what could make his wife happy.

So even now that Sapphira has given birth, milk with the addition of her favorite strawberry jam should still work well as Ashqar's secret weapon. Just need to put strawberry jam as much as one tablespoon into a glass and then added warm white milk, so the mood of Safira guaranteed to change immediately after the liquid object passed through the esophagus and drove pretty into the digestive system.

“I'm an understanding husband, anyway. No match,” praise to yourself while lifting the height of the glass in hand. He looked at the glass like a student-level science competition victory trophy during school.

With a big smile on his face, Ashqar brought the glass filled with milk to the room. He stepped foot slowly and opened the door as slowly as possible, fearing that his slight movements might wake Harsha up.

“Say ... ang?” call Ashqar stammered, his whisper sinking at the end of the sentence.

Ashqar looked at Sapphira in wonder. His wife was standing in front of the window, turned her back and was talking to someone on the phone. Who was Sapphira talking to at this late hour?

Armed with curiosity, Ashqar intends to approach Safira secretly and catch his interlocutor. However, he raised his legs to step up, Safira turned his head first and threw a smile at him. Safira then says something without a sound and turns his back on Ashqar.

And of course Ashqar did not want to guess the movement of lips. Let alone such a thing, understanding the code that his wife often gives him is still often wrong. So rather than being curious or getting worse off, Ashqar decided to approach Sapphira.

“I hope we can see you soon,” Safira whispered when Ashqar was behind him, there was a spoiled tone in his wife's voice.

Ashqar scowled then deliberately slipped his arm to the side of Sapphira's waist and hugged her.

“Mas!” squealing Sapphira, restrained.

“Do not move carelessly. I brought hot water.”

Sapphira gave a look and realized that Ashqar was holding a glass in his hand. “This gas, yes. Can-can—”

“Can-can be what?” ashqar protest. “Nearly middle gini mallm still telfonan. Who did you call, anyway? A rafa? Tell him not to disturb anyone's wife. Cih, so tell the wedding chepet so that someone is invited to chat before going to bed.”

“Ashqar, yes?”

“Iya, crashing. Like the transmission of children,” Safira quipped, ignoring the gaze of protest that Ashqar gave.

Then Ashqar quickly snatched the phone from Safira's hand. “Can not you if the phone saw the clock. It's almost midnight, disrupting people's rest. Especially the one who called people's wives.”

"Before becoming a wife, Sapphira was a good friend of mine, the venerable Mr. Ashqar."

Ashqar snorted and then kept the phone away from his ear. “Who?” ask him without a sound to Safira.

Safira shrugged and took off Ashqar's arms and sat down on the bedside. “See by yourself.”

Ashqar looks at Safira's phone screen and is embarrassed to be half-dead when Vera's name is listed there. “Oh ... Ranee, anyway?”

“New know?” Ranee gritted hard. “Before saying that no it mending ask first or at least look at the HP screen to know who is calling, do not play accuse. Make it sebel.”

Ashqar grimaced at Ranee's nagging. “Sorry, phone call at this hour. If you want to chat mending find normal time.”

“But now it's different,” said Ashqar, his voice turning cold.

“Iya. Ja. Uda, give HP to Safira.”

Ashqar sighed deeply then gave the phone to Safira. As soon as Safira accepted, Ranee immediately protested with Ashqar's attitude.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Mas Ashqar emang kayak that, like in addition to the children she also metangkang Kak Rafa.” Safira glanced at Ashqar who was now sitting beside her. “Wa’alaikumussalam.”

“What?” ashqar asked as Sapphira looked at him cynically. “I didn't know it was Ranee, Yang.”

Safira puts the phone on the nightstand and checks Harsha. “Padala I already told you.”

“I don't understand the code,” said Ashqar, thrusting a glass. “Susu strawberry, fresh from the oven.”

“Surely from oven?” safira asked skeptically, grabbing a glass from Ashqar's hand. “Most Mas manasin milk in pan.”

Ashqar could only keep his mouth shut hearing Safira's irritated tone. Since the pregnant version of Safira judes as they first met again, sometimes Ashqar like nostalgia in their brief introductory period.

“Still make the milk,” said Safira, thrusting the glass back to Ashqar.

Ashqar returned from his daydream and looked at Safira's glass and face in turn. “Udah discharged? How, really good?”

Sapphira gave in response later when the glass had changed hands, she turned around and was about to climb onto the bed until suddenly Ashqar held her arm.

“Mah, chat for a moment,yuk?” take Ashqar with you, when Sapphira turns around and almost makes a protest.

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