Sense of Sense

Zain Sinks

Half an hour later, Safira walked quickly down the corridor where she was staying. His mind turned to everything Rahma said, that Ashqar was panicking because Zain was drowning. For God's sake! How can my husband and son be in the pool? While the wedding party is still going on.

Sapphira was very surprised when Rahma was moved to him while holding Harsha. He had thought that something had happened to his youngest daughter, maybe Harsha was thirsty or fell while playing. However, as soon as Rahma mentioned Zain's name in a dashed voice, Safira's breath suddenly heaved.

“Fi! Za-Zain!” said Rahma in her one-two breath.

Sapphira approached, the noise of guests chatting and the sound of acoustic music disturbing the sense of hearing. “What's the same Zain, Mbak?”

“Ke your room now! Ashqar says Zain sank.”

Safira felt like he had been struck by lightning. Zain is fairly reliable in water sports for children his age. Even the swimming coach at the course of his two sons said that Zain has the talent to become an athlete later if he continues to hone his skills. So Sapphira was very surprised to hear Zain drowning.

“Ouch! If the road is careful, Ma'am.”

Safira flashes. “Ma-sorry, Sir.” Safira bowed several times at the middle-aged man she accidentally bumped into.

“Other times be careful,” the scolding is sniffed, then pass by while shaking hands on the arm part of the black suit he wears. If you look around it looks like the man may be one of Rafa and Ranee's invited guests.

After the middle-aged man left, Safira caught her breath, gathering her focus though not completely. Then Sapphira took off the black high heels from her feet and put them in her hands.

He did not reduce his speed, but he tried to be more careful not to beat others or even tripped on his own feet. Because right now his mind is still divided between setting the pace and worrying about Zain's condition.

However, Safira's steps again stalled, not because of the things he anticipated but his embroidered cell phone. A name is on the screen of his phone, Ms. Rahma.

“Fi, how? Zain is fine, ‘kan? Not bad, ‘kan? No need to go to the hospital, ‘kan?” berondong Rahma after the two exchanged greetings.

“I'm still in the corridor, Ma'am.” Safira stepped back. “Mbak didn't say the same Mom, ‘kan?”

Sapphira and Rahma agreed that they would not tell this to others, especially Harti. Harti's health had declined a month ago, he was admitted to the Surabaya general hospital for having a mild heart attack. However, Harti forced to attend because he had promised Rafa to watch the brother of his favorite daughter-in-law ijab qabul. Please note that the relationship between the two is quite close. Of course it is thanks to the sweet mouth of Rafa who has exceeded a salesman.

“Ngak. This is Mother Harsha in the nursery. How does Zain continue?”

The question of Rahma who was full of anxiety made Sapphira strident in the fog until she finally decided to run. Let it be that if the hotel clerk or someone else reprimands him the most important thing is that he should see Zain immediately.

And as soon as the door of the room where she was staying was in plain sight, Safira immediately reached out, grabbed the doorknob and pushed it away.

“Mas! Zayn! Zain!” exclaimed Safira, his gaze sweeping the room.

The Grand Deluxe Queen is a room that Rafa booked specifically for Safira's small family with the comfort of his three favorite nephews in mind. Although he actually wanted to order the President Room. However, the idea immediately led to a strong protest from Safira who felt her brother was very excessive.

“Darling, what's up? Zain again sleeps,” whispered Ashqar who had been in front of Sapphira for some time.

Safira quickly brushed Ashqar's hand on his shoulder. “Zain sleep?” tanyanya.

Bad thoughts instantly crammed into Sapphira's mind, making every inch of the nerves in his body turn into gelatin. Sapphira drowned and fell on the brown carpet, her face water looked cloudy and one by one a tear fell on her cheek.

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Inysa’allah me again nyicil another story, but because my flying clock is still a little and not as crazy as Elara Sukoco if it can write 5rb words in 4-6 hours, so yes, you do not want to have to set the time for the chapter tube. I hope you can understand and thank you for always waiting for this story. Luv