Sense of Sense

Seductively

Safira unconsciously squeezed the arm of Ashqar he was holding when faced with the door of the bridal dressing room. Harsha fell asleep in Ashqar's arms after getting enough nutrients, while her two krucils with Edi and Sari waited in separate rooms.

“Kok, even I'm nervous huh, Mas?”

Ashqar gave a faint smile. “Not you want to marry, loh. Did I ask the ruler to marry us too?”

“But! Not so many times either, Mas.” Safira pinched Ashqar's waist playfully. “I do not want to marry twice even though the marriage is the same Mas.”

Ashqar's laughter sounded smooth along with the door that the man opened. The sight of busy people welcoming the Baswara couple as soon as they went inside.

Ranee's face is still polished makeup, makeup from the famous MUA Semarang makes Ranee look manglingi and fragrant flowers jasmine out filled the entire room with a roaring air conditioner, making Safira nostalgic.

“Mbak Vera is very beautiful,” Safira said, standing beside Ranee and observing the face of her future sister-in-law from the reflection of glass. “Kak Rafa should not marry Mbak from the first time.”

Ranee forced a smile, tense and nervous making her look stiff.

“Deg-degan?” safira asked when she noticed the nervousness on Ranee's face.

“Banget. What if Rafa misspells my name later, Fi?”

Safira's laughter almost exploded. Fortunately he could control himself, because otherwise, Ranee would have given him a three-day pinch. The scarred death pinch and the pain lasted for three days, some even more.

“Quiet aja, Ma'am. Semalem Brother has been training so as not to mention the wrong name. Though it is very funny if until Rafa called the name of Mbak kayak me, Mbak Vera.”

In the end, a deadly pinch actually landed right in Safira's arm, causing the mother of three children to complain and protest loudly.

“Come out there. You instead of making calm even make added deg-degan aja,” Ranee's nag. His careless movements made MUA who was applying her makeup a little hassle.

Remind Sapphira that all this time she has always been the object of Ranee's pity. “No!”

“Darling, you don't want to see Rafa?” ashqar Intruption. “She's in the room next door teranyata, looks worse than Ranee.”

Ranee twists his eyeballs. “Basic, husband and wife alike. Don't tempt Raf .. a.”

“Please yes, Mr. Ashqar. The Istir was conditioned instead of being a stove,” grumbled Ranee. The newly installed eyelashes come off because they cannot stay still because they continue to respond to Safira.

Ashqar raises his shoulders. “If it can be conditioned, not Sapphira its name.”

Ranee stared in disbelief at Ashqar's back which immediately passed with Harsha who actually looked at him with a funny look. The Baswara couple made his tension rise at an inopportune time.

Meanwhile, Safira is enthusiastic about teasing Rafa. Until Ashqar says that Rafa is in a different room, Safira is completely unaware that her older brother is not in the same room as Ranee. She was already glued to the bride who looked beautiful.

“Mbak Vera is very beautiful, Kak.” Safira stood behind Rafa, staring at their reflection from the mirror. “Just so much prettier than the application time first. If you are not nervous and fascinated when you meet later exhausted ijab kobul, what a shame it's called.”

Rafa looks ogah-ogahan. The presence of Safira was one that Rafa anticipated. “You mending out there. Disturb know.”

“No!” reject Sapphira, put her hand on Rafa's neck. “Our brother is big, huh? I really want to ask for a sibling with Sister.”

Rafa reached out, rubbing Safira's mane. “You used to be like an oxtail. Brother where he wants to go.”

“Because of that Brother often leave me to play the same friends Sister herself, ‘kan?”

Both are back in nostalgia. Even though last night Safira and Rafa had spent almost five hours of sleep chatting, making Ashqar feel a little jealous.

So is it today. Ashqar was silent in the doorway. He was a little jealous because his wife lightly hugged another man, but the fact that Safira was hugging his own brother-in-law kept Ashqar from twitching. Especially when they hear the conversation. It would be very incomprehensible if Ashqar suddenly entered and disrupted the moment of brothers who almost never seem to get along.

“Harsha hugging Father, yes?” he whispered in front of Harsha's wrinkled face, uneasy as Ashqar rubbed his nose on both cheeks in turn.

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