Sense of Sense

A Little Rain, Many Wet

Ashqar silently gave a smile. His strategy to share Safira's anger with Rahma seemed to work, until suddenly Safira said, “But no, ah.”

“What's up, Which?” ashqar asked, suddenly his premonition was not good.

“Mbak Rahma is not wrong even though it is because Mbak Rahma wrongly caught Mas's speech, we become misunderstood.” Safira glanced at Ashqar at a glance. “That's more wrong it's Mas.”

“Loh? How, so I?”

“But! Pake ask again.” Safira.

Just like men in general, her husband is the type of person who likes to be insensitive to the same heart and will of women. Safira often had to say it blatantly. He himself knows that no one can understand the wishes of others only by codes especially when those desires are not said at all. However, Safira feels that sometimes Ashqar is a bit outrageous, especially when asking the obvious answer.

Seeing Safira's change in expression, Ashqar hurriedly calmed down. “Iya. Ja. I was wrong because of neglect,” Ashqar said bitterly.

Sapphira exhaled violently, twisted her body and stared fixedly at Ashqar. “Mas know why I'm angry?”

“Because Zain swims in the pool still wearing a suit?”

Safira.

“Bikin misunderstood and made you panic?”

Safira nodded again.

“Because I failed to take care of Zain?” Sapphira again shook her head and it made Ashqar confused, women are very difficult to understand. “Continue Why, Fi?”

Safira turned serious. “Mas want to see when you think it's going to be? Whenever nyampein news urgent or bad even have to pass someone else.”

Sapphira could see Ashqar not expecting his words. Her husband straightened his back, looking stiff. “I just don't want to worry and—”

“And what, Mas?” spray Safira, trying to keep her tone. “Panik?”

Ashqar looked at him grimly. “One of them. I'm trying to take care of you while taking care of the kids. I don't want you to panic when you hear bad news and end up endangering yourself.”

“But yesterday—”

“Yesterday is an exception!” snapped Ashqar, a little release. Then he immediately realized his unintentionality when he saw Safira's shocked expression. Ashqar cleared his throat, grabbed Sapphira's hands and held her gently. “Yesterday I was careless and a bit rushed to call Mbak Rahma when Zain was cold and shivering as I carried him out of the pool. I also did not explain the situation in full and immediately ask Mbak Rahma to ask you immediately to the room.”

Ashqar did not expect that his explanation would immediately upset Safira, but at least Sapphira could understand and no longer keep her upset. However, what Ashqar got was precisely silence. Sapphira did not give a positive response or vice versa and it made Ashqar more confused.

“At that time I thought that I needed you,” Ashqar said again with a deep voice.

However, now is not the time to be swept away and devastated by it.

“But this is not the first time Mas kayak gini,” said Safira bitterly while throwing face. He stared at the end of the carpet with a pattern of extract brown, red brick and white which is quite contrasting. “Last time Alvin fell and finally not only Alvin who should be able to stitch.”

That afternoon Safira was supposed to pick up Alvin and Zain at school, but from an hour earlier it was raining quite heavily and had not shown any signs of letting up. While Ma'am Jun is on clearance to take care of the E-KTP and he is unlikely to leave Harsha alone at home, especially if he has to bring his daughter to pick up Alvin and Zain in the rain. Be he asks Ashqar to pick up their two sons.

Ashqar's journey from the farm to school takes 45 minutes if not during rush hour, but rain constraints make Ashqar arrive 20 minutes later.

“Nothing, Mas. I also knew Alvin's homeroom teacher was with Zain if I couldn't pick him up and Mas picked him up late. Children are also the most eager in front of the class.”

“Ya. I am afraid that they will wait a long time, let alone the rain is getting heavier,” said Ashqar, honking twice.

“Mas to where? Is the road jammed?” safira asked, a little worried as Ashqar clucked after the chalkson. Ashqar is a typical person who does not like traffic violations especially when the lights are red.

“Until the red light Fajri Mulia, The. I'll hang up the phone, okay? I'll call again when I get to school.”

“OK. Careful, Mum. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikummussalam.”

Safira breathes a sigh of relief. She then prepared lunch for her husband and two children. Chicken soup, fried tempeh and shrimp crackers, a menu that Safira worked on quickly after seeing the contents of the refrigerator and matching it with the rainy weather.

However, when he was in the middle of work a call came into his cell phone. The name of Ms. Siska, Alvin's homeroom teacher is on the phone screen.

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Nara Note :

The character character does not suddenly change from A to B for no reason, especially Ansu/Gaung Rasa, I think the character of the characters is still consistent so far. So as a reminder, if there are no synchronous you can read a little early chapters of Ansu. Or if it is a mistake in I can DM me in IG or FB inbox, because I sometimes like to forget the details ⁇ 😅

I hope you can still enjoy reading this updated story three times a week, because I plan to make another story or Alvin sequel. Still do not know this will be a story who wkwkwkkk