Sense of Sense

Attention

“It looks like Mas Rafa deliberately so that Mas Danish does not disturb Mbak Fira.”

The sudden comment again made Safira surprised. He had not had the time to complete his curiosity, but now appeared another person beside him who was casually clinging to him.

Sapphira recognized the face of the person sitting beside her. A shoulder-length curl, round glasses and a mole over the lips became a striking feature of Sari's personal assistant who Safira did not remember what her name was. They had only met a few times, very rarely except at certain times.

“Dita, Mbak Fira.”

The frown on Safira's forehead deepened as Sari's assistant introduced herself, more precisely as if able to read her thoughts.

“Mbak Fira often forgets my name and several times asked the same thing,” Dita explained.

Safira smiled stiffly. “Sorry, I have a bit of trouble remembering people's names.”

Especially in new people or people he rarely meets. Ranee is one of them. When they first met and Ranee introduced himself as Vera, Safira changed the name several times.

Like Mira, Sara, Vira and Mita in the first two weeks they get acquainted. That almost caused another misunderstanding, Ranee thought Safira deliberately did it because she did not like being approached. Especially if considering Ranee's temperament and duties that must be able to blend with the surrounding environment.

“Iya, I know.” Without taking off her faint smile, Dita took her eyes off Safira. “Mas Rafa and Mbak Ranee look very happy, huh?”

Safira followed Dita's line of sight. Right there, Rafa and Ranee return to greet the invited guests. The snaking queue contained at least twenty to thirty people.

However, that was not what Safira was concerned about. Except for Dita's speech.

“Indeed it should be. It's a happy day for both of them, so how can Kak Rafa and Mbak Ve—Ranee not be happy,” Safira said biting her tongue.

He almost gave up calling Ranee with his personal call. Although Safira refused to call the real name of her brother-in-law, but she still did the opposite in front of outsiders or Ranee's family.

“Ah, yes. Fira is right. They should be happy.”

Safira glanced at Dita from the end of her eyes, then her forehead instantly wrinkled as she looked at Dita's sad expression. Safira quickly reached a possibility. A few things flashed through his head, but he could not just ask.

“Pardon the furor of the groom. He just pranks on me just because he got married first.”

The Danish insinuation from the stage attracted the attention of almost everyone in the ball room. The well-built man then stepped off the stage and disappeared behind the exit. Safira dares to guarantee that Danish is currently embarrassed half-dead and actually he really wants to catch Danish and then tease his brother's spirit, but Safira is reluctant to fight to sneak among the crowd of guests.

Safira. A plate of wet spring rolls proffered Dita towards him. The visual contact of Semarang's special food made her stomach rumble, considering that since this morning she had not eaten in large portions. Only a bite of bolu rolls was taken over by Zain, three mouthfuls of Zain's unfinished breakfast, and a potato croquettes dropped into his digestive tract. Sapphira spent more and more of her time attending to the needs of her three sons and daughters.

“Still a lot,” whispered Safira, received a small plate with two wet spring rolls and then fed one of them.

“Actually Mrs Sari asked me to make a friend of Mbak Fira and give her a snack.”

Sapphira's hand stopped in mid-air, a piece of wet lumpia that she had originally intended to put into her mouth slowly back onto the plate.

“Why? What's reason?” ask Safira wonder.

He notices how Sari wears a thin smile, her gesture really reflects the wife of an official, which makes Safira have to admit if Sari looks compatible and worthy of her father.

“I don't know for sure. But I think Mbak Fira should have understood much more because you both have that in common,” said Dita then pulled away from the side of Safira.

Meanwhile, Safira fell silent again. The only similarity between her and Sari is that they are a mother. And Sapphira felt unsure how to behave as Sari showed her concern.

His relationship with Sari is gradually improving, of course thanks to Edi. His father made a schedule every two weeks or a month to gather together, have a picnic or just relax at home.

But that doesn't change everything in its entirety. One of them is that Safira until now is still reluctant to call Sari with the right call. Instead of a mother's call, Sapphira would call uti on the grounds of familiarizing her three children.

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