Sense of Sense

Asem Vegetable and Bacem Fried Chicken

“You meet Harsha,” he said, slipping the index finger on Harsha's clenched hand. “But if you can absorb all why not.”

Safira snorted while taking out the breakfast menu from inside the refrigerator. “Basic, mode. Is Brother not going to the plantation?” ask Safira.

Rafa releases his attention from Harsha and turns it to Safira who seems to be forcing something on the stove. “Later noon.”

“Oh.”Safira's tone of voice was clearly uninterested.

He's used to the vagueness of Rafa's behavior. In contrast to her, Rafa sometimes does something that makes her question their blood relationship.

Like suddenly appearing at the door in a drenched state, reasoned to meet Alvin and Zain, but his car broke down in front of an alley and was forced to walk in the rain. Though his older brother could ask Ashqar or himself to come to pick him up, at least give him a loin.

Or kidnap Alvin from school and take him to the plantation without informing him first to make him confused and half dead. Bad memories of the kidnapping made Safira almost report it to the police station.

“It looks like Brother used to be not like this, deh,” whispered Safira.

Due to the quiet atmosphere, Rafa could still hear it. Everything they've been through, separation and tragedy has changed. She lost her sweet and cheerful little sister, then she also lost herself when Sapphira was sent away. Living in the shadow of guilt and helplessness engulfs Rafa and makes him different.

Now their lives are much better than before, although there are other things that still plague the mind. That the past can never be fully buried and simply disappear.

Harsha's buzz returns Rafa from his reverie. Then when he saw the sleeping face of his nephew, Rafa said, “I think I should also have a daughter.”

“Married first, just thought of having a child.”

Hearing the throbbing tone of Sapphira, Rafa approached. A small pot of sour vegetables was being heated, also with a frying pan filled with half full of cooking oil on a burning stove.

“You it, yes. Unchanged. Still just ketus.”

Safira turned her head, watching Rafa who was leaning against the refrigerator door. Just for a moment and then turned his face again. “Kakak is also the same, still likes to be alone.”

“When do I like to be alone?”

Imaginary elbows perched on the temples of Sapphira. While putting the chicken bacem seasoning into the hot oil, he glanced at Rafa who just casually took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

“Basic self-consciousness,” Inner Safira. “I'm still curious, Sister here actually just want to ride breakfast doang?”

“I have a meeting at Hotel Arin in one hour,” he explained after sipping 330 ml of mineral water. “Why? I don't like coming here, do I?”

Sapphira felt irritation to see the look of Rafa made-up, completely unsuitable. “Then, why did you not have breakfast at the hotel?” he asked, taking a step back when the hot mine undergoes a chemical reaction. “Food at the hotel is definitely better than my homemade cooking.”

Rafa chokes on spit. “Hah? You cook yourself?”

“Why so surprised, anyway? I never eat my food.” Safira lifted the fried chicken and turned off the stove. Then he prepared the food on the plate and arranged it on the dining table.

Meanwhile, Rafa has moved places, waiting for food to be arranged. “Not that. ‘Kan, you already have ART, so it should be the one cooking Mbak Jum.”

“Why?”

“The child is sick so I told him to go home.” Safira takes a seat in front of Rafa after the food has been arranged at the dining table, noticing Rafa who starts eating voraciously. “She hasn't had breakfast or hasn't even eaten from last night, anyway?” inner Sapphira.

“Take this you learn from whom?”

“From grandma. Wh why? Is it not good?”

Rafa shakes. His head was bowed in while continuing to insert spoon by spoon of rice and side dishes into the mouth. “Enak. Tastes like Mom's cooking.”

Rafa's words left Sapphira stunned. She doesn't remember how her late mother tasted, but Rafa remembers her?

“It feels the same?”

“Persis,” light Rafa warming face. Then as he pulls both corners of his bbir, Sapphira beads glaze over. “Sayur asem Mother's favorite food, fried chicken bacem favorite Mr.”

“Father likes fried chicken?” he was half unsure. Sapphira did not know if her favorite and Edi turned out to be the same.

“Sama kayak you, ‘kan? If it has not changed.”

Safira just fell silent, feeling unsure how to respond. A flash of memory in the afternoon as the rain approached Safira. At that time he and his mother waited for the return of Edi and Rafa.

The situation outside the house is heavy rain, lightning and lightness are mutually unpretentious. Sapphira felt worried, but her mother understandingly calmed her down, saying that lightning and lightning were natural phenomena and would not last long. Then the memory turned abstract, it was raining, someone went into the house, his mother screamed, a loud noise and then suddenly it was dark.

“Fi! Safira!”

Sapphira's body staggered then almost fell to the floor if only it did not quickly catch her body. Half-conscious, Sapphira could hear Rafa's drowning voice.

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