Sense of Sense

Paparazzi

Ashqar welcomed Zain's hand which ran towards him, grabbed his body and raised high before he took it into the arms. Zain's big smile is contagious.

“Zain happy to play with Mommy?” asked Ashqar, walking over to Alvin who was sitting quietly on the sofa.

Zain's wide smile changed a thin line then the boy nodded. “So Zain same Mas Alvin swims keep eating good food, keep Mommy buyin Zain ice cream.”

“Udah says thanks to Mommy?” ask Ashqar. Zain shook his head in response and then hid the face in the recess of his father's neck. “Later say thanks, yes?”

Ashqar no longer asked when Zain chose silence and comforted himself in his arms. Bermian for a few hours and having fun seems to be quite draining Zain who usually talks a lot.

“Mommy where, Mas Alvin?” ashqar asked, taking a seat beside Alvin while his neutrals did not stop sweeping the hotel lobby area to find Nita's whereabouts.

“Take the missed item in the room.” Alvin replied in a soft voice.

Ashqar muttered then took the phone out of his pants pocket, sending a message to Nita that he had reached the lobby to pick up his two sons. Actually he wanted to go home immediately considering Safira was alone with Harsha at home, but it felt impolite to go without saying goodbye. However, Nita has taken the time and material to be with Alvin and Zain, and it is not a good example for her sons.

The clink of a large clock in the corner of the room caught Ashqar's attention. A large ancient wooden clock with a bell in the center covered with glass and antique carvings on each wooden body reminded Ashqar of similar objects belonging to his late father. He said the clock was given by a relative, when little Ashqar he greatly admired the luxury goods. Not many had it in those days, but his father got it.

Ashqar's father was a thoracic and cardiovascular surgeon, a role model of Ashqar since childhood. And the big clock in his house that is still maintained until now is a form of gratitude for the major surgery he handled, considering that at that time there were not many surgeons who could do it.

If only he had done nothing wrong that made the ideals and hopes of his parents destroyed, maybe now he already holds the title of doctor like his father and older sister, Rahma. And he subconsciously tightened his embrace on Zain's body.

“Sorry. Long wait, huh?” ask Nita.

Ashqar blinked, as if awakening from his deep daydream, then turned his head towards Nita. “Oh! No, kok.” Ashqar is completely unaware of Nita's presence. Since when has she been standing near him?

“I picked up the item first left in the room,” explained Nita, feeling bad to make Ashqar wait. He knew very well that Ashqar did not wait long.

“Yes, it's okay.” Ashqar checks whether Zain is sleeping or not and Zain protests over the sudden movement of Ashqar.

“Zain just want to sleep, Pah,” protest then get off the sling Ashqar. “Come home. Zain wants to see Mamah.”

Ashqar smelled a smile. “Iya, yes. Taken the same bag of toys if it is.”

As Ashqar stood up and helped Zain put the bag on his back, Nita silently smiled wryly. He realized that from the beginning Zain was reluctant to go alone with him, so Nita had to continue to give persuasion so that Zain wanted to spend a little longer with him.

That's also why the boy always asked Alvin to accompany him on every visit. Although he was heartbroken that it did not matter, but seeing how much Zain was so sticky with Sapphira made Nita feel a little envious. Zain was his biological son, but treated him like a stranger.

The woman hastily developed a smile. “Nothing. What's up, Alvin?”

Alvin pointed at Ashqar and Zain who were almost through the door of the hotel. “Papah sama Zain already out. Aunt isn't coming? Not going back to Jakarta?”

“Come. Sorry, aunty was a little dreamy earlier,” she said grabbing a suitcase and walking beside Alvin.

Throughout their steps, Alvin secretly steals a glance at the smiling Nita looking at Ashqar and Zain holding hands. His mind was intrigued, wanting to know what this woman beside him was thinking. However, he was not brave enough to ask, fearing that it would become a problem.

As soon as they reached the parking lot, Ashqar first put the bags of his two sons into the trunk and helped Zain to sit in the front seat. Alvin is in the back seat

“Ashqar, wait a minute!” prevent Nita, approaching Ashqar who almost got into the car.

Ashqar undoes the intention. He went back outside and closed the car door. “What's up?” he said, face to face with Nita.

“It ... if you don't mind, can I anterin to the airport?”

Ashqar. He checked around whether anyone recognized Nita or not, at least there were no suspicious people around them. Nita's growing popularity makes her and Safira more careful in acting, they do not want Zain plastered on television gossip shows.

“Yes already, but I anter just to the front,” he said then get in the car without waiting for Nita.

As soon as Nita was in the back seat, Ashqar immediately gas-fired and drove his car to the airport. Unbeknownst to them, a paparazzi has been watching Nita since she walked out of the hotel with Alvin with a camera in hand.

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