Sense of Sense

Epilogue: Three

The first love of girls is their father while the first love of boys is their mother. Sapphira did not want a big head, but it seemed that the expression had a point as well.

A rare moment when he and Alvin can spend time together at home, without Zain's apron or Harsha's random questions interrupting their chatter. They can be free to talk from heart to heart, ranging from general questions parents have around school to pretty personal questions. At least that's what Safira expected.

After all, Alvin himself chose to stay home with him to enjoy ready-to-eat snacks and television shows on Sunday morning, rather than a tempting offer to join Ashqar to join Zain to the pool, or another offer from both grandparents who took Harsha to a nearby shopping mall.

“Jadi ... Mas Alvin has a female theme that makes Mas Alvin interested?” ask Safira carefully.

Alvin who was chewing on a piece of french fries instantly stopped and turned to Safira, staring in wonder at the woman of his love.

“Pull it what, Mah?”

“Like the point, Mas. Is there anything you like?”

Alvin buzzed, put on a thinking face and it made Safira become enthusiastic, as if a treasure chest would open in front of his face. “No?” reset Sapphira.

“No,” replied Alvin briefly then back on the television screen.

Safira grunted sebal. “Nothing time, anyway?”

“Not there, Mah.”

Sapphira pulled her face closer to Alvin and stabbed the child in the cheek. “Yang really? Kan, Temen SMP Mas Alvin many beautiful-beautiful.”

“Mah.”

“What's the same Fara? Temen Mas Alvin SD time?”

“Mamah,” protest Alvin. “Can not ask her another aja.”

Safira grew frowning and increasingly curious. Alvin is no longer a sweet little boy like two years ago, his eldest son is now sitting in the first grade of Junior High, has a more dense busy life and―should be, he said, have started to have an interest in the opposite sex.

Her teenage experience in the past made Safira determined to take part in the social life of her sons, which she and Ashqar had agreed on together. Especially when the world is getting ahead with the development of technology, especially social media where it has limitations to supervise.

Putting aside the curiosity, Safira decided to lie down next to Alvin. She comforts her back on the new furry carpet of her wedding anniversary gift from Rafa. While Alvin was still cool, sitting sweetly enjoying a snack at hand.

A long silence drew Alvin's attention from the glass screen, the boy silently glanced at Safira and his thin smile flinched at how his mother was silent with her lips slightly forward. Sapphira is similar to Zain, probably the other way around.

“Madly angry, yes?” alvin asked, but Safira kept quiet. So he called Sapphira again, and Sapphira remained silent.

Alvin put the plate on the table, cleaned his hands and mouth with a tissue and then lay down next to Sapphira. Then without warning Alvin hugged Safira's body tightly and began to tickle his waist to make Sapphira crumpled. After Safira waved and declared defeat, Alvin just let go of the hug and stopped tickling his mother's waist.

“You're not angry?”

Safira waved her hand as she continued to catch her breath. “Mamah is not angry, really. Mas Alvin really intention to tickle him,” he said, changing the position from lying down to sitting.

Alvin's expression instantly changed―his witty smile changed into a worried frown, after seeing how Safira had trouble catching her breath. “You are okay?”

“Nothing,” Safira replied between her dashed breaths. Apparently, laughing too much is not good.

However, that answer did not make Alvin's worries disappear. The twelve-year-old boy immediately sat down from lying down and brought himself closer to Sapphira. “Yang really, Mah? I'll get you a drink, okay? Or do I call papah just tell him to go home now?”

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