Sense of Sense

Epilogue: Four

Safira half-deadly refrained from laughing seeing Alfin bewildered, but in the end the laughter exploded as well. Alvin's expression disrupted Sapphira's concentration to play the role of a persecuted mother, but he also could not bear.

“Mamah loved me?”

Sapphira immediately hugged Alvin as her son was about to move away from her. “No, you're just kidding. You're funny, anyway.” Safira nosed Alvin. “Do not get angry, yes?”

Alvin sighed deeply and threw it away at once. He looked at Safira tired. “I'm not angry, but kelp. I'm really worried, Mah.”

Sapphira let go of her embrace and cupped both palms on both of Alvin's cheeks. “Such sweet is his son this mamah,” he said anxious, kissing in both cheeks Alvin alternately.

Once again Alvin protested and lay on the carpet mumbling about himself who was no longer a child so Safira should not treat him like Zain and Harsha.

While Alvin continues to grumble, Safira is engrossed in noticing how Alvin's thick lips open-closed adorable. He had forgotten since when this son had become so chatty and dared to express an opinion, but of course it made the rope between them tighter.

“Mas Alvin, if it is big want to be what?”

“Hah? The question is change again, Mah?”

“Iya. This question must be answered, loh.”

Alvin turned around, slumped over. “What yes, Mah? Unthought of.”

“Not thought of? Why?” ask Safira wonder. “Mas Alvin want to be what if it's big later?”

“So what can you do, Mah. The important thing is halal.”

Sapphira speechless, not expecting with a perfunctory answer from Alvin. The child's statement is not wrong, but it is also not correct. For kids his age, supposedly, Alvin had dreams for the future. Even Zain just started talking about his dream to become a swimming athlete even though the reason is so that he can go around the world.

“Kok, so? Mas Alvin did not want to be what? Police, army, teacher, engineer, president, or athlete maybe?”

Alvin looked at old Safira. “Emang should, Mah?”

“Ya ... maybe,” the answer is unsure. “But obviously the dream is important, so that Mas Alvin has the spirit to achieve it.”

Alvin fell silent, enjoying a gentle swipe on his head. Then the boy looked at the palm right at the bead of Sapphira. “If you want Alvin so what?”

“Kok, ask mamah?” safira asked back, which was answered with a shoulder from Alvin. “Ya .. if you are, whatever Mas Alvin wants to support. But if you can and Mas Alvin wants, so the doctor or the police can also.”

“Chiih!” exciting Safira. Again a short answer late relaxed should Safira receive from his eldest son. “Kok that, anyway. Mas Alvin do not recede, think first dong.”

“Mama is weird, uh. He said he wanted me to be a doctor, but now he's been told to think.” Alvin braced himself with Sapphira, the heavy chatter made him feel sleepy. “It doesn't matter if I become a doctor, it's your wish. As long as mamah is happy, I am also happy.”

Sapphira opened her mouth to respond to Alvin's words as the tip of her eye caught the child's peaceful slumbering face. Maybe Alvin had not fully slept and could still reply to his words, but Safira did not have the heart to disturb him.

Let their conversation get here, maybe next time he can ask the same thing again. Alvin may not have found his future purpose, but Safira believes that a child as smart as Alvin must have a desire in his heart. Although it could have been that desire stored away somewhere.

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Nara Note:

Hii!

Actually two chapters of epilogue yesterday was the last gift from the story Ahsqar – Safira, but I love again because .. of course there is a shrimp behind the stone 🌚🤣

Well, I want to give you guys a little spoiler of my latest work, this story will be a little―a little, treat your curiosity about the identity of Alvin. Which until now the story is still mangkrak do not know where I want to throw.Perhaps among you there is a suggestion?

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“You're pregnant son Mas Farel?” asked Shintya coldly. “Do not ngarang.”

“I don't nag. I've slept with your husband and you can read what the hospital letter contained, it says that I am positive three weeks pregnant.” Riska rubbed her flat stomach. “And this child belongs to Mas Farel, your husband.”

Riska's innocent expression ignited Shintya's slowly rising emotions. “You think I believe?” Shintya threw the paper at just any place, looking at Riska with a disdainful look. “Don't forget, Ris. I know what female macem you are and Mas Farel may not be tempted to taste you.”