Sense of Sense

Question Taboo

Ranee feels a little guilty for raising a sensitive topic in the middle of his chat with Safira. However, he realized that this was indeed to be discussed. In addition to Sari being her future mother-in-law, Ranee also thinks that Safira and Sari's relationship should be repaired soon. Especially at this time he felt that he could interfere more.

Realizing the gloomy atmosphere, Ranee twisted his brain and tried to shift their conversation once again. Until finally he remembered the thing that made him unsettled and kept thinking for the past few days.

Ranee cleared his throat while stealing glances at Safira. “Sorry if I'm sorry you made me fix the relationship with Aunt Sari.”

“Nothing, Ma'am.” Safira raised her face, looked at Ranee and commented a thin smile. “I will try to be kind to Aunt Sari, but to forgive what she has done .. I need time.”

“I understand,” says Ranee. He could not force Safira and did not want to do so. “Oh, yes. There's something else I want to ask you.”

Safira looked full of anticipation. “You ask what, Ma'am?”

“I want to ask you about ..” drone Ranee. He seemed hesitant to continue his sentence. “about the first night,” his great-grandson.

Sapphira immediately straightened her body, her bead eyes bulging and staring at Ranee in disbelief. “Ma ... lam first?” ask her with a red face.

With Ranee. “Iya. How's it feel? Does it really hurt?”

Sapphira did not know how to answer and if she had to explain it was embarrassing. Fortunately, the bell rang at the right time.

“Send Yes, Mbak.” Safira breezed out of the room towards the front gate. Like being rescued, he was relieved by the presence of Hendra in front of his fence until he unconsciously smiled a big smile. “What's up, Mr Hendra?” safira asked, opening the gate.

“I want to go back to English key, Mbak.” Hendra offered two English keys that Safira did not understand very well its usefulness. “Mas Ashqar where, Ma'am?” he asked, glancing towards the door of the house.

“Again the kids, Sir. At least one more hour until, anyone wants to be samedin?”

“Just want to ask about the car. Understand my car old car, I also do not really understand about the engine,” said Hendra, staring at Safira intensely. “Then I excuse.”

After Hendra left his presence, Sapphira returned two English keys to the storage area and entered the house. Lately Safira felt something strange with Hendra's gaze on her. The new neighbor in front of his house was often caught watching him or looking at him late and that of course made Sapphira save negative thoughts.

“Maybe my feelings are only times, yes,” her inner, go inside the room.

“Who, Fi?”

“Front neighbors home, Ma'am. Returned the key of England,” he said, approaching the bed and at that time Harsha cried. Sapphira immediately grabbed Harhsa and suckled her, facing Ranee who saw her with a strange look. “Why, anyway?”

Ranee. “Nease.”

“Sometimes, especially if it is fit again flood but already Harsha is full or already can not pump anymore,” said Safira about which makes Ranee creeps. “Or just cheered her sisters pas nyusu, Harsha reflex bite my nipple. It hurts so much.”

In contrast to Sapphira who wore a clear expression, Ranee shuddered in horror at the story of Sapphira. “Do not nakut-nakutin that, dong. Not finished the first night problem.”

Hot cheeks. Safira grimaces, clumsily. “Mbak why curious the same first night, anyway?”

Safira. Ranee who usually always appear confident and versatile at this time looks different, it turns out there are also personal things that make him afraid. However, Sapphira was not sure whether it was right to reveal such personal matters.

“I'm also ashamed if I have to be clear, Ma'am.”

“No need to be explained, anyway. Just tell me whether it hurts or not.”

Ranee's curious face prompted Sapphira to help him. “It seems okay if just so,” inner Safira, remember his first experience. “I don't really remember that, Mom. If not wrong, it hurts. But not as people say, huh. Depending on our readiness also the same how the man, like.”

Sapphira felt somewhat guilty for not being sure what explanation might help or not. The feeling back then was only vague in his memory, so many things happened in that day even Sapphira was not sure what prompted him to confidently give up his girl status on Ashqar.

“As I recall Mas Ashqar made me comfortable and did it gently so .. yes, that is,” continued Safira hiding the shame in the strands of her hair that covered the sides of her face.

Ranee exhaled, turned his face and dropped into the bed. “Can not yes, Rafa kayak Ashqar. He grasa-grusu is that guy.”

Safira is reluctant to ask Ranee what he means, but he seems to have some estimations in his head. So she could only calm Ranee down with words, hoping that it worked enough.

“Krucil-krucil is still a long time ago, Fi?”

“Shouldn't take another hour until, Ma'am. Last Mas Ashqar had chat I said he had arrived at the red light in front of campus.”

“You know that Nita is again a gossip lately?”

“The question is very random, anyway.” Safira checked whether Harsha was full or not. Seeing that his daughter was still greedily suckling, Sapphira allowed Harsha to finish her thirst.

“Says he's dating a businessman.” Ranee tilted his face towards Sapphira. “Not Ashqar, ‘kan?”

Safira's face turned grim. “Ya is not, Ma'am. Don't talk weird, huh. Mbak Nita himself has also told that, so he is now much more careful every want to meet Zain so as not to be consumed by journalists.”

“Thank God,” said Ranee, looking back at the ceiling. “I don't want him to disturb your household.”

“Ngak, Ma'am. Insya’allah everything is fine. Me and Mas Ashqar did not think until the moment, the important thing is that Zain is not affected by the popularity of Mbak Nita aja.”

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