Sense of Sense

Numpang Eat

“What do you do in front of people's house fence?” rafa asked, following Sapphira through the gate. “You didn't steal the flower, ‘kan?”

Safira's hand stopped in the air. “No thought I was a criminal what?” answer Safira ketus, put the pot Hendra giving at the end of the ranks of other ornamental plants.

Safira is actually not so painstaking in taking care of plants let alone some of hers is a type of plant that requires special care, and the plants are given Harti when she was still pregnant Harsha. He said to exercise patience and gestures.

Sapphira herself is not sure what all this has to do with pregnancy. However, seeing Harti so attentive and thinking about it, Sapphira did not have the heart to refuse outright. And now he began to be addicted to ornamental plants, although still inferior to his mother-in-law.

“You used to bring home ornamental plants.” Rafa leaned against the wall while folding her hands on her chest. “And every time you are asked you must say you are loved by people. Though I'm sure you can not be loved, where there are people who love ornamental plants almost every day.”

“Masa, anyway?”

Rafa looked far away at the blue sky. “Red roses, white roses, pink roses, orchids, good night, jasmine, and the most surprising you bring frangipani tree seeds.” Rafa's voice sounded crisp with laughter.

“Eh?” Safira glanced at Rafa from his shoulder. “Kok, I don't remember? Was that when? What age am I?”

“Nine or ten years like.”

After saying so, Rafa noticed the change of atmosphere and felt something different from Safira.

“I don't remember. I don't think there was any incident.” Safira's tone of voice turned flat. Then he stood up, staring at the rose bud with minimal emotion. “So I remember the wrong time,” he said, turning his head with a smile. Then he walked past Rafa into the house.

Rafa looked at Safira's back with a puzzled look. He was convinced that it was not a false memory, of Sapphira bringing home some ornamental plants. How could his sister forget that? Nine or ten years is not an age where it is easy to forget memories.

“Sister! I got flowers.”

The loud sound of Safira filled the entire house in rhythm with the sound of her steps running towards Rafa's room.

“Kakak, look! I get flowers,” she said, showing off a smile and a pot of roses in hand.

“You are not kapok-kapok, yes?” Rafa ruffled his waist, looking at Safira tired. “If I know you steal flowers again, you will be punished.”

Safira. “Fira no mistyuri, Brother!” skink. His ponytail swayed as he rejected Rafa's accusation. “Fira given by pakde ganteng.”

Rafa doesn't know whether to believe or not in the words of his little sister. Sapphires almost every day bring different plants. Either in a pot or just a flower. And their mother was very angry every time Sapphira brought small pots home, because she thought no one would give the plants away for free. It also made their mothers worried, afraid that Safira would do something to get the pots.

When Rafa is asked to pick Safira home from school several times, he does not meet the person who gave the plants to his sister. Sapphires also never take other people's plants when they come home together.

“No not coming in?”

Rafa jerks. He came back from memory a few years ago. Then quickly Rafa set his expression as he turned to Safira. With a big smile, he said, “There's no food? It just so happens that your handsome brother hasn't had breakfast.”

Rafa enters the house. He was always impressed by the way Safira did the homework, neat and clean. All the items are neatly arranged according to the portion and it reminds him of their late mother. It is clear that Safira has that touch.

Then Rafa's steps are stopped when he accidentally captures his petite figure, Harsha, who is asleep on the sofa. His little niece managed to divert Rafa's hunger.

“Kakak here just want to skip breakfast doang?” safira asked from the kitchen, watching Rafa who was sitting cross-legged in front of Harsha.

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Hi, maap ya from two days ago can only update today.

For those who see IG Story I may know the reason, and thank you for your kind prayers. Weak teles, wrestling Allah sing bales 🥺😘

But for ow, I’m back!

Thanks for waiting for the continuation of the story. One-one online hug 🤗

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