Sense of Sense

Nita's Request

Ashqar shook his head without raising his face from the newspaper he read as Zain's cry went loud. He did not have to worry that Zain was in trouble or that the boy was drowning in the pond, because in reality Zain had always been the most enthusiastic when Safira gave his two sons permission to swim.

“Fifteen minutes left, kids!” shouts Ashqar without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

It was immediately met with an unhappy response from Alvin and Zain. However, rather than the face of his two sons, Ashqar was much less willing to see Alvin and Zain when he had a fever for too long in the pool. Not to mention the anger of Safira who had definitely approached him like a typhoon.

“Let them play in a minute, Papah Ashqar.”

The imaginary elbow suddenly appears on Ashqar's temple when Rafa's voice greets his sense of hearing, calling him with a call that wears no ears.

Folding the newspaper and placing it beside him, Ashqar stood up. “Om Rafa, inget age. Do not play water for long or his sister will wrinkle.”

Rafa's face was red. Fortunately only the four of them were in the pool, if only Edi was here, his father would have taken part to tease him all out. If Alvin and Zain were not there, Rafa would have thrown one or two swear words to his brother-in-law.

“Father Ashqar, don't talk weird. There are children here,” said Rafa, splashing water.

Ashqar casually dodged Rafa's attack and returned to the chair as his phone rang loudly. For a moment Ashqar just looked at the flat object without any intention to lift the call. Until finally the ringtone stopped, Ashqar just picked up the phone that was on the chair.

“No usually,” inner.

The call just now came from Nita and it made Ashqar astonished. His ex-wife exchanged more news with Safira since their relationship improved. Either just ask each other the news or make an appointment to meet with Zain.

Then suddenly his phone came back ringing, the call came from the same contact as a moment ago.

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum. What's up, Nit?” ask Ashqar without further ado when the call is connected.

“Wa’alaikummusalam. Someone wants me to obrolin. Are you busy?”

Ashqar locked his gaze on Alvin and Zain who were swimming here and there with their hand buoys. “Ngak. What to do?”

“I go straight, huh? This week I can not go there to meet Zain, continue .. management asked me to keep our status as well as my status and Zain for a while,” said Nita lirih. As Ashqar spoke nothing, Nita hurriedly continued. “This doesn't mean I don't want to admit Zain's whereabouts. You know for yourself how the industry of entertain—”

This kind of thing was not foreign even to ordinary people like him. The Indonesian entertainment industry has never escaped gossip or anything made up, and given Nita's career that began to climb it feels like Ashqar can understand why his management asked for such a thing.

“Whatever your management decides, as long as it does not disturb or harm Zain then no problem. But you also have to fulfill the promise you made with Safira if you really want Zain to acknowledge you as his birth mother.”

“Still a lot. Now I can still schedule to meet Zain as usual,” said Nita, sounding relieved and happy at the same time. “Please pass this on to Safira, yes?”

Ashqar frowned and straightened the back that was just about to lean on the head of the chair. “Why didn't you say it yourself?”

A hint of prejudice approached Ashqar. Nita, who usually contacts Safira, especially in Zain's affairs, suddenly contacts him and informs him of his management's decision to want Nita to cover up her status. This kind of thing if he told Sapphira it was not impossible that his wife would misunderstand.

Especially now Safira is two-bodied. Things are more sensitive than usual. Let alone the problem of Nita, with Rahma alone Safira ever jealous. Because his sister sent goods for him without telling first to make Sapphira misunderstand, thinking that the name of Rahma listed as the sender is an affair of Ashqar. Ashqar had to be silenced by Sapphira for two days.

“I don't feel good saying it, Qar.”

“More you said yourself. I don't want later he misunderstood and thought that no.”

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