Sense of Sense

Mentally

Ashqar walked towards the kitchen after driving his two sons to sleep. There was nothing he could do with Alvin and Zain's interest in always being close to Safira ahead of her delivery. His two sons were just too enthusiastic waiting for their little brother's presence, but Ashqar also did not want Sapphira's sleep time to be slightly disturbed. The bigger his wife's stomach, the less sound his sleep.

Ashqar could see the light from the kitchen. He thought all the lights should have gone out and all the workers were already in their rooms. With a step slowly that was not made up, Ashqar walked into the kitchen area and found someone who was enough to astonish him.

“Ngapain you here?”

“As—astagfirullah!” exciting Rafa.

Ashqar glanced skeptically. “As what, tuh?” he said, walking past Rafa to the fridge. “Tumben clock as soon as you in the kitchen.”

“If I'm in the kitchen keep why? Is there a ban if it is past nine o'clock can not go to the kitchen?”

Ashqar chuckled softly without any intention of responding to Rafa's words. Then he was busy with glasses, cold water and milk powder for pregnant women. While Rafa, I don't know what's holding him back from the kitchen and just stand leaning against the cabinet with a glass of water in hand.

“Isn't it good, anyway?”

Ashqar paused for a moment from stirring the milk in the glass, his forehead wrinkled while the corner of his eyes glanced at the brother-in-law. “Who are you asking?” he said, get back to work.

Rafa put the glass on the table until the sound of a loud ‘tak’ sounds. “Sama the only person here besides me, Mas Ashqar.”

“Surprisingly very, sih.” Ashqar walks in front of Rafa. “What's up? Galau?”

Rafa threw his face in the other direction. “Cumption.”

Ashqar raises his eyebrows when Rafa's expression is more honest than the man's. “If you ask me what it's like to get married, I can only answer that getting married is amazing.”

Rafa could not deduce the extraordinary meaning Ashqar meant. However, if it was exactly what he was thinking, he would probably deal one punch on Ashqar's face. Imagining his sister and Ashqar doing .. Oh my! Rafa hates his thoughts.

“That's not what I mean.”

Rafa. Ashqar like really can feel the direction of his mind and he suddenly annoyed with it. “That's what? I think you know what I think.”

Ashqar threw a mocking expression. “Vivid view on your face. Bawdy face,” taunted Ashqar, grabbed the glass he had previously placed on the table then patted Rafa on the shoulder with his free hand. “When a man thinks of marrying the woman he loves, then he must be ready to bear all responsibility for her life throughout his life. If you don't feel ready and want to cancel the engagement, it can still be. But do not be sorry, because in addition to losing Ranee, you may also lose your ring finger and hand.”

After saying that, Ashqar waltzed away from the kitchen and left Rafa staring at him in disbelief. For a moment Rafa had felt amazed and touched by Ashqar's words, before finally the feeling turned 180˚ into a stifled annoyance.

As Rafa turned off the kitchen lights, Ashqar silently stared at Rafa's back before finally entering the room. Since Sapphira's birth at the age of five months, Ashqar moved his room from the second floor to the first floor. Of course, safety reasons are the main thing that Ashqar considers, especially they so regularly stay at Edi's house since his in-laws were officially divorced.

“Kok, long, Mas?” safira asked, without taking his eyes off the book he read.

“So chat first with Rafa.”

That diverted Safira's attention completely. While watching Ashqar who was walking over, he held onto a pink-coated book. “Chat what quarrel?” tanyanya full of search.

“Chat, Babe.” Ashqar thrusts a glass of milk and sits on the edge of the bed. While noticing how Sapphira received the glass and gently sipped the milk to the toilet, Ashqar busily rubbed Sapphira's stomach.

“Tomorrow maybe you can chat with Rafa. I think he's a little stressed approaching H.” day

Sapphira put a glass on the nightstand and cleaned the remaining milk on her lips. “Kak Rafa stress? You can, yes?”

Ashqar laughed crisply. “Don't do that, let her be your sister.”

“Sister-in-law Mas also.”

Soluble in laughter, the two pitted at the squinting kerling. Tying his fingers together, Ashqar grabbed the side of Safira's face and landed a kiss on his wife's cheek. Then the flimsy seduction landed on almost all of Sapphira's face which began to feel hot, until finally Ashqar almost grabbed Safira's lips, his wife turned her face and held Ashqar's chest with both palms.

“Sorry, Mom. But not now, huh?” pinta Safira with a remorseful mimic.

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So who really gets mental? Wkwkk

Well, for those who just read my work and stop by this story, I want to turn on you to read Season 1 first with the title My Husband Child. Because a little bit will continue and I will not repeat the part in Ansu except a little. So much 🖤