Sense of Sense

Foamed

Harsha's innocent face as well as her gestures made Sapphira filled with happiness. His daughter was getting nutritional intake after crying hard because her sleep was disturbed by the twins Ratih and Ratri. You see Harsha is funny, Ratih's sweet-sounding words plus an innocent smile without sin dampened Sapphira's almost overflowing annoyance.

Harsha had been fussy since an hour before the event. A two-week-old baby who is usually calm and only cries when hungry or urinating is somehow suddenly difficult to work with. To the extent that Sapphira had to carry Harsha for more than half an hour for her to calm down when she cut her hair. Perhaps also because this was the first time that Ashqar and Sapphira's house was filled with many people.

“Harsha healthy continues, yes.” Safira stroked Harsha's cheek as the baby moaned in the middle of her breastfeeding.

The boisterous noise outside the room made Safira a little unsettled. The aqiqah event ended fifteen minutes ago and now the husband and other family members are cleaning the house, maybe also assisted by neighbors around. Safira hopes Harsha can go back to sleep soon so she can help the others.

The sound of the open door distracts Safira from Harsha's face. Her husband, who was still dressed in a cocoa outfit, walked in with a tray in hand.

“Bere's done, Pah?”

“But.” Ashqar put a tray on the nightstand and sat down near Sapphira, facing each other. “Harsha seems very thirsty.”

Safira stroked Harsha's cheek with her index finger. “Finally last time was molor, anyway. Harsha was so fussy, wasn't she, kid? Because of Om Rafa, anyway.”

The event that was supposed to start after the magrib had to retreat an hour because Rafa forgot to ask his employees to pick up the orphanage children that Ashqar and Safira had deliberately invited. And Harsha who is already fussy is increasingly not calm because of the boisterous atmosphere of the house.

“Gara-gara biang kerok that one. Fortunately, he was still invited by his employees Mr.” complained Ashqar. “By the way, I forgot that this is where you eat. From this afternoon you have not eaten, ‘kan?”

Safira raised both corners of her lips to hear Ashqar's attentive tone of voice and worry. “So not yet perfect, Pah. If Harsha is full later I will eat.”

“You often are. Say later eat, but the edges must have forgotten to continue until malem.” Ashqar took the bowl from the tray he carried and returned to Sapphira.

Sapphira is an amazing wife. Ashqar saw the image of his mother in Sapphira. Every night waking up to breastfeed Harsha, the morning is still preparing needs for her and their two sons and when they go home it looks neat. He wanted to help his wife more.

“Try to open his mouth,” pinta Ashqar. When Sapphira did so, Ashqar put in a spoonful of sun soup. “Well! If you eat gini, you can eat too. Harsha is full, her Mom is full too.”

Safira flashes. “E-eh?”

Surprise was clearly visible on Safira's face. Her face slowly grew hot and she could not bear to look at Ashqar's face when her husband returned to the spoon.

Sapphira was not ready to receive Ashqar's sudden attention, especially Harsha in their midst. Harsha who was breastfeeding made her even more misbehaved.

“Why was that surprised?”

Ashqar looks grim. “Sorry,” whispers. “From now on I will pay more attention to you.”

“Mas has enough attention, really. Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.” Safira humps his face. Suddenly guilt approached him. She never really considered Ashqar to be inconsiderate, her husband even paid attention and thought about her very well.

Ashqar reached out, grabbed Safira's chin to look at her. “Thank you for always trying your best.”

The hypnotized Sapphira was then sucked into the obsidian Ashqar who looked at him deeply. He knew that all this time he had been drifting in it. But this time it was different. There were others that made his heart warm more than usual.

“Harsha!”

The loud call from the direction of the door dampened the atmosphere between Ashqar and Sapphira. The two returned to full consciousness and simultaneously turned their heads towards the door. Zain was standing there with Alvin smothering his sister's mouth.

“Do not scream. Later Harsha wakes up,” whispered Alvin full of warning.

Zain violently jerked Alvin's hand. “Hand Mas stinks of goat satay,” said, then approached the bed. “Harsha. Harsha.”

Safira was tired. He glanced at Harsha who had been out of nowhere to remove her fungus and fell asleep. “It's a good thing not to get up and cry,” his mind, lay Harsha on the mattress and then grab Zain's body in his lap. “Mas Zain called him slowly, Harsha would wake up. Okay?”

Zain nodded enthusiastically as he grabbed Harsha's tiny hand. “OK. Sorry yes, mah?” he said, looking at Ashqar. More precisely on the bowl that Ashqar brought. “Papah, aaa ..”

Ashqar flinched and looked at Zain confusedly.

“Papah, Zain request bribed.”

Alvin's flat-pitched speech made Ashqar feed a spoonful of soup that was supposed to be for Sapphira. “Yes, geez. They are this,” inner Ashqar.

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