Sense of Sense

In the end

Alvin glanced at Safira as he exhaled and closed his comic book dramatically. “Kaknya Papah, Mah. Mom suddenly forgets the same Bude Rahma. Last time, ‘kan, Papah asked Bude Rahma to help tell Mamah to go to the room because Zain swims and continues to get cold.”

Safira is still flinching. Even when Alvin finally succumbed to his mama's clumsiness, he returned to his reading books while Sapphira seemed to be sucked into another dimension. The healthy sense of the quarter-century woman suddenly felt dull, information quickly changed and crammed until it felt difficult for her to digest well.

“Mah. Honey,” call Ashqar with his deep voice. “We look for a place to chat, yuk?”

Safira looked at him and blinked. “But Zain? Alvin?”

“They will be fine. We're just gonna go for a second, all right. How?”

Sapphira did not refuse, but did not approve. The woman was still late in confusion and Ashqar was already aware of it. There is a misconception that is not really that serious, but another thing if it happens to Sapphira and concerns their children. So Ashqar has to get this straight as quickly as possible.

“Mas Alvin, papah please take care of Zain for a while. Can?”

“Can, Pah.” As soon as Ashqar almost turned around, Alvin called out to him. “Say the same Mom slowly yes, Pah. You look like Mamah was shocked.”

Ashqar smiled deeply. Pride is clearly reflected in his expression. “Iya. Later papah kasih yearya slowly. Papah same Mamah go first for a second, huh? If there is any phone through smart watch.”

Afterwards Ashqar grabbed Safira's hand, taking her to walk towards the hotel restaurant. But before that, he first put flip-flops on Safira's barefoot feet. Ashqar had hissed softly when he saw the reddish soles of Sapphira's feet and slight blisters on his wife's left little knuckle.

“Mas where are we going?” safira asked softly as they reached the end of the corridor, currently half of his consciousness was gathered with great difficulty.

Safira glanced around then turned her head briefly to the back, the state of the corridor looked deserted. His forehead wrinkled, Safira's expression turned puzzled. Since when did he pass through the corridor and arrive in front of the elevator?

“Find where to chat, Darling.” Ashqar embraces Sapphira's shoulder, leading her to enter the elevator. “Udah quieter?” tanyanya, glanced at Safira's face from the side.

Safira. “Slightly. Let me take a breath and think, it feels really.”

Ashqar muttered in agreement and then asked nothing more, letting Safira lean on him. A little strange, usually Safira does not like to look intimate in public spaces, but this time his wife impressed sticky.

And if it's like this Ashqar can not be unsuspecting, Safira's unusual movements often end with something that makes Ashqar hassles. Not wanting to complain, just facing Safira's anger will be very draining of attention and make him rack his brain.

So along the way Ashqar continued to worry about the attitude that Safira would take. Once at the hotel's restaurant, Ashqar asked Safira to sit in a corner area where a medium-sized pot of palm plants, with an open area and a large keca facing the garden, were placed, Ashqar wished Safira was much calmer.

While he himself took a cup of warm tea, a piece of cinnamon roll and a piece of cheese cake. Then Ashqar immediately followed Safira who was dumbstruck propping up his chin facing a large window.

“Honey, drink first.” Ashqar put a warm cup of tea in front of Sapphira and sat down in front of her.

For a moment of silence enveloped the two. Ashqar waited for calm to approach Sapphira perfectly, until the sound of the impact of the bottom of the cup and the surface of the coaster cup made him raise his face.

A sharp highlight of the bead Safira welcomes Ashqar, igniting a distress signal that Ashqar must be wary of. And as soon as Sapphira leaned on the chair while folding both arms, Ashqar knew that Sapphira needed more than just a warm tea or two pieces of cake that were not even touched.

“Sa-honey,” call Ashqar stuttered, awkward smile imprinted on his face.

“No need to call ‘sayang’,” hiss Safira sharp. “Try to explain to me why Zain can drown.”

Ashqar swallowed his hard-earned saliva. “Zain does not sink, Darling.”

“Terus?”

Ashqar explains what happened, minus his unlikely encounter with Nita, until a misunderstanding that Rahma somehow caused. “Soath, The. I didn't say Zain drowned.”

Safira held her breath for a moment. Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Feelings of resentment and relief overlap and dominate each other.

“OK. Consider it a mistake Mbak Rahma. Then why did Zain escape from Mas's supervision and was in the pool? Still in a suit again. What if Zain really drowned because of clothing objection?” nagel Safira.

“I'm sorry, Yang. I admit it was my negligence, but luckily Zain was okay. The boy can even swim on his own when I ask him out of the water.”

“Iya, but she is instantly cold, ‘kan?” tanya Safira. He did not want to complicate the obvious problem of the situation. “I want to go to the room, Mas meet Mbak Rahma now and explain the situation, because Mbak Rahma is also worried.”

Safira then stood up, leaving the restaurant table. However, as he was behind Ashqar, Safira paused for a moment. “By the way, there is no ration for the rest of this month,” whispered then left Ashqar who can only lament fate.

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