Sense of Sense

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A week later, on the day of Harsha's aqiqah, Safira had been busy since morning. He prepared the needs for Harsha events ranging from contacting the catering, confirming the ustad and the fathers of the home complex study, also inviting the neighbors around.

The event that was deliberately held at night made Safira have the opportunity to share her time with the children as well to rest. Two days after Ashqar said she was going to work on ART, her in-laws came and almost created a new misunderstanding between them.

Safira thinks that her husband deliberately called Harti to help her take care of Harsha or do homework. Not that she disliked Harti's arrival, but she wouldn't be able to get her husband's mother to do homework at her current age.

“Mbak Rahma who told Mom that we were looking for ART again. Because the nyari people make work is also not easy so Mother took the initiative to come and help us. Not that I don't, honey. But you know for yourself how Mom, ‘kan?”

Ashqar's explanation was more than enough to keep Sapphira from continuing her tirade. Even so, he still felt annoyed because Ashqar did not tell it early. Sapphira also felt bad if she refused the request of her mother-in-law when she even came all the way from Malang.

So despite being rather heavy-hearted, Sapphira still warmly welcomed the outstretched hand of her mother-in-law. Sure with some requirements that Harti only help with light work and supervising children, Safira did not want her mother to be exhausted with homework.

“Pah, please check that Alvin is ready yet,” said Safira who was busy wearing bandana on her daughter's head. He had already done so five minutes ago, but continued to fail because Harsha refused to let the object in his head. “By the way, Mother where?”

“Taken Mbak Rahma to take parcels.”

“Loh? Not delivered to home?”

“No, I think there is an obstacle.”

“Oh.” Safira turned to Ashqar who was still busy styling her hair in front of the mirror. Her husband was really taking time just to flatten the hair gel. “I want to see Zain first, if Papah has finished the same hair gel please immediately to Alvin's room, yes.”

Without hearing Ashqar's reply, Sapphira went outside the room with Harsa in her arms. Safira knocked on Zain's room door and asked for permission to enter as soon as he was at the door. However, Zain did not come forward and out of concern, Safira opened the door and peeked.

Zain looked difficult buttoning his shirt, but it was only the second button that tried the child input. Actually Zain is quite independent to wear his own shirt or pants, but another case with a shirt. The five-year-old still has to get help from others. However, because today her mother and sister are busy with their respective preparations then Zain is trying to do it himself.

“Mas Zain need help?” safira asked along with the open door.

Zain. His expression showed a clear relief. “Mamah,” he said in a tone of despair.

“Why did Mas Zain not ask for help mamah or Mas Alvin?” safira asked, taking over Zain's job after he had previously put Harsha to bed.

“Kata Mas Alvin, Zain should be able to do it yourself. But from earlier it can not be, Mah.”

Safira smears a smile. He thought that Zain would hear Alvin more than he or Ashqar. “Basic, the tail Mas Alvin.”

While buttoning up Zain's cocoa clothes, Sapphira did not stop to tease her son. Until Rafa's loud voice calling Alvin and Zain disturbed the whole house. Fortunately Zain was ready and immediately ran towards Rafa when Harsha cried loudly.

Rafa sometimes does not know himself when visiting the house of Safira and Ashqar. Even more annoying, he always reasoned to forget the presence of Harsha when calling his two favorite nephews.

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Nara Corner :

Forgive ya these two days ngaret keep his update. I lack of sleep, hard work like a horse so as not to be scolded by superiors because the work is not completed. No surprise papa

Anyway for those of you who read and follow this story, take care of your health

Moreover, kopid is still not clear when to go, even though you want to go on these streets