Sense of Sense

Deguidedly

Safira snatched the remote from Ashqar's hand and sat down beside him. “That's her new movie launch conference Mbak Nita, ‘kan?”

“I-iya,” replied Ashqar stuttered. It seemed that Sapphira did not hear his words, perhaps because it was more like a whisper. However, he should also not have to worry excessively.

Sapphira is a typical person who will not bother to be suspicious without any evidence and is arguably the only woman, of course other than her family, who trusts well. Even if Ashqar comes home late and does not have time to tell, Safira will only ask why and where he went before.

“Because I already love me enough security so I don't have to bother suspecting and checking HP so that my heart is calm.”

So Safira said when he came home too late and did not bring a power bank or charger. Ashqar who felt guilty was ready if he had to listen to Safira's nagging or worse get punished, but unexpectedly, Safira only gave him two questions. Why and where, then told him to take a bath and accompany the meal.

Remembering that made Ashqar feel guilty. Sapphira trusted him so much so there should be no reason not to trust Sapphira either by speculating that his wife would misunderstand just by hearing him mutter. After all, Sapphira herself was trying to bring Nita closer to Zain.

“Sorry yes, Dear.” Ashqar embraced Safira's shoulders tightly.

Safira turned her head, a look of confusion was on her face. “Sorry for what?” he said as he glanced at the empty Ashqar glass. “Say if you want to add coffee. Make today I permit you to drink two glasses.”

Ashqar was stunned as Safira picked up the glass and walked into the kitchen. His wife clearly meant something else, but it was certainly better because Ashqar couldn't just explain what happened yesterday and what he was thinking.

“Mbak Nita nitip message, he said thanks for the ride yesterday. And he also said for the next two-three months can not meet Zain first, he is still busy with promotional events for films and other schedules,” explained Safira from the kitchen.

“He didn't say anything to me yesterday,” Ashqar said, trying to remember if Nita told him the same thing. However, it seems that he was not told. “I actually said yesterday that next month can not meet first.”

“Away Kak Rafa?” ask Safira. The clanking of spoons and cups clashing sounded loud and the aroma of instant coffee added pure milk burst into the house. “I also said that, continued Mbak Nita finally said about his schedule.”

Ashqar murmuring. His outstretched hand grabbed the remote on the table then moved the channel to Zain's favorite cartoon show. “By the way, how does Mbak Jum work?”

“Kayak usually.”

Ashqar glanced at Safira from the edge of his eyes. “Kayak usually it giamana, Darling?”

Safira chuckles. While walking into the television room, he had a glance at Harsha in the room. The youngest daughter was still asleep. “Good, neat, clean. Usually, Mas,” explained, put a coffee glass in front of Ashqar.

The sound of the glass and the table surface are in harmony with the whimper Harsha from the direction of the room and make Ashqar half-tribal. However, seeing Sapphira who actually took a seat next to him made Ashqar stop to approach Harsha.

“Fi, Harsha crying the loh.”

Safira crossed her legs while sipping warm tea. “Quiet aja, Mas. Harsha is not crying, really. Just skipping it,” Safira bright, put a glass on the table. “Mas ask about Mbak Jum what is it?”

Ashqar was still overwhelmed with confusion about how Safira could so calmly respond to Harsha's whining while she was already intending to run into the room, afraid that her daughter would wake up and cry.

“Earth on Kang Mats? Huh hello? Is there anyone?” goda Safira, waving palms in front of Ashqar's face.

That certainly surprised Ashqar, returning him from daydreams that began to go off track. “Not polite like I know.”

Ashqar touched Safira's forehead and made his wife complain. “Basic, habit. Don't like it in front of the kids, yeah.”

“Yes not possible, ‘lah. I am a good example for them,” Safira said with a big smile while wiping her forehead. “Mas haven't answered my question before. Why ask about Mbak Jum?”

“Oh, it's okay. Mbak Rahma who asked, he said if it is not suitable to rush to find others. But if the work is good yes udah.”

Safira exhales and rests on the back. “Not looking for anyone else, Mom. This is the third time, you know. The work part Mbak Jum nice not kayak before.”

Two people, before Mbak jum, who recommended Rahma turned out to be not suitable with Ashqar and Sapphira. The first one is too centile with Ashqar. Though she was no longer young, but the woman in her mid-thirties several times openly stole the opportunity to Ashqar.

While the second, he worked longer than the first. The results of his work are also good, ranging from cleaning the house to ironing clothes. Unfortunately, he's not a good person. Safira himself had felt strange since losing the gold earrings, but he could not accuse anyone without evidence because it could be he himself who was too late to keep them.

However, after seeing for himself that the ART he employed dismantled the drawers in his wardrobe. Safira immediately fired the man without Ashqar's consent. It was only after her husband came home from the farm that Safira said everything.

Ashqar certainly disagreed with Safira's hasty decision. According to him, the man should be punished, but his wife did not want to prolong the problem especially the person who recommended is her own brother-in-law. Although Ashqar eventually tells Rahma about the theft.

“Yes if so. Later I told Mbak Rahma that you match with Mbak Jum,” he said while rubbing Safira's head and leading to lean on his shoulder. “It looks like we haven't been this good for a long time, huh?”

“Gini belief? Meaning of?” safira asked, shuffling into Ashqar's chest. Rather than her shoulders, Sapphira preferred to lean on her husband's field chest while looping her hands around her waist.

“Yes, usually can be alone if only malem. It is also now rare since Harsha was born.”

“Mas,” call Sapphira, looking up face. As Ashqar lowered her gaze, she made her face parallel to Ashqar's face and then kissed her husband's lips. “Mas kangen same me, yes?”

Ashqar blinked, feeling unprepared for Safira's sudden attack. Especially when his wife was laughing subtly hearing his reaction.

“Mamah Safira, responsibility of this loh.”

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