Sense of Sense

Sunday Morning and Coffee

The next day, Ashqar enjoyed a very relaxed morning. A peaceful Sunday morning accompanied by an instant coffee and a plate of warm fried bananas made by his beloved wife.

“Ah! Enjoy where else I lie,” chirps Ashqar, stretching his arms along the head of the sofa.

His eyelids were closed with a wide smile adorning his handsome face. Ashqar almost forgot about holidays like this. Since marriage, Sunday morning was filled with busy morning activities.

Usually Zain will ask to be accompanied by a morning walk around the complex before finally proceeding with playing at home. This time, however, the routine was different. Although not the first time, but things like this rarely happen where Alvin and Zain are not at home since early in the morning.

Edi and Sari arrive at about half-six, with Rafa and Ranee also taking part in a family picnic to pick up her two sons who have even been getting ready since dawn. Though usually Zain is very difficult to wake up early even Sapphira was astonished by it.

Refusing Safira's invitation for breakfast, Edi immediately took his two grandchildren away shortly after arriving. And Rafa, the owner of the event idea, without further ado did not offer Ashqar and Safira to join in. Congratulations, as the man said.

Either Rafa forgets the fact that Harsha is with them or it is actually another mockery directed at Ashqar, but he was quite grateful to his brother-in-law for the time that had begun rarely he and Safira got.

Slowly Ashqar reopens the eyelids and then circulates the gaze around. The house feels quiet and it looks like Safira is still in the room with Harsha.

“If there is no quiet, if there is sometimes dizziness,” said Ashqar, grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

Several times he changed channels, but there was nothing really interesting to watch. Until finally he chose a channel that was serving instant noodle ads. Then after several commercials were watched, the channel ran a gossip show and was covering a press conference launching a film.

Ashqar did not notice until a name was mentioned and pulled his attention from the phone he just held.

“I am very honored to all the players, especially the same two actors and actresses who played the main character of my novel. Make Kak Nita and Kak Daren, thank you very much,” said a hijab woman with a stocky stature. The dimple of her cheek was etched sweetly as a smile adorned her face, ending the sentence that was thrown.

Then as Nita grabs the microphone from the hand of a man beside her, her co-star Ashqar is glued.

“I agree with Daren, who should thank us instead of the cast of the movie Lantunan Cinta for being given this incredible trust and opportunity,” said Nita, floating a smile to the camera. “Mainly I am trusted to play the main character, Cyntia. Tough girl who faces the rigors of the capital.”

A reporter from the front row was seen raising his hand and after being invited, the journalist asked a question that made the whole room give a different response.

“I want to ask Kak Nita. Is it true that you accepted this role thanks to the support of your lover who is reportedly a businessman?”

“It looks like I'm the one who wants to, huh?” nita said, there was bitter in her tone.

Ashqar. “That's been a long time, it's only natural that I've forgotten,” said Ashqar as soon as he got his control again. “Lagupula, you should not have to remember things that have passed. Don't you have someone special now? You should have made a lot of memories with that person.”

Nita raised one corner of her lips, she glanced at Ashqar through the corner of her eye. “You are really back to Ashqar the refrigerator running, yes?” he said, with a little laugh. Without taking her eyes off the city streets, Nita said, “I'm just nostalgic, Ashqar. There is no other meaning. We're both too late for CLBK.”

Ashqar realized that until he returned he could not reply Nita. Realizing that they couldn't be together after much earlier she herself had once been so hopeful that fate would be a little kind to her, reuniting the severed bonds and weaving them stronger makes Ashqar realize that he has changed a lot.

If it happened long before he met Sapphira then Ashqar would certainly feel like blessed with a shooting star. However, right now her share was no longer Nita. His hopes were different even the love for the woman had been lost.

“There is no hope for a time that cannot be repeated,” whispered Ashqar, grabbed the remote and want to move the channel. Suddenly, a voice touched him.

“Why be replaced, Mas?”

Ashqar turned his head, not fully managing to hide the shock. He only means that Sapphira did not hear his words or his wife might misunderstand.

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