Sense of Sense

3 Stitches

After turning off the stove Safira walked to the television room, where Harsha was chattering either said the word ‘mamah’ or ‘papah’, because the four-month-old baby said only the letter ‘a’ only. Safira rubbed Harsha's distended stomach before grabbing the phone at the television table and sitting in front of Harsha who was trying to lie on the carpet, trying to get into Safira's lap.

“Siang, Ms. Siska,” said Safira, flanking the phone between her cheeks and shoulders while her hand grabbed Harsha's crazy body and carried the baby into her lap.

“Siang, Ms. Safira. Look, I was asked by Mr. Ashqar to deliver a message.”

Safira frowned. “What message, Mom? How, my husband does not call me directly?”

Miss Siska buzzing. “Gini, Mom. Earlier he said Mr. Ashqar had called Mom but not lifted and now his HP is dead, Bu.”

Sapphira clenched her teeth, hissing without a sound hearing the unpleasant tone of Miss Siska. Then he checks the phone screen and sees a sign of a missed call on the message reply app.

“Oh. Maybe I fit in the kitchen. If so, order my husband what yes, Mom?”

“This Mr. Ashqar just went to Melati Clinic ...”

“Clinic Jasmine?” cut Safira, sound panicked.

“Iya, Alvin fell slipping off stairs so—”

Safira dropped her phone before Ms Siska could finish. The mother-of-three was pecking, not ready to hear the news that had just reached her ears. The memory of Alvin's classroom location disturbs Safira greatly.

Alvin's class is on the second floor. Although not so high, but any child who falls from there will definitely get serious injuries. Moreover, rain will make ceramics become more slippery.

Imagining Alvin getting seriously injured made Sapphira feel weak, as if her energy was drained away in an instant. Sapphira was drawn into another dimension, her head feeling empty until Harsha's voice softly touched her consciousness.

Her little baby was buzzing the same letter while nibbling on Sapphira's chin and that was what brought her back to reality. After that he immediately went outside the house, asking the next door neighbor to look after Harsha while Safira rushed on the motorbike and caught up with Ashqar.

On his journey, Sapphira could not stop feeling anxious. This makes him drive the bike at crazy speeds. Safira's beloved matic motorbike spidometer raced at 80km/h even several times almost touching the number 100 when the road was quite quiet.

Though the visibility of the rider is not so far away and Safira had almost slipped when avoiding uneven roads. However, the woman in her mid-twenties was ignorant, the goal was to get to the clinic immediately and make sure for herself the condition of her eldest child.

Like the proverb no smell, accidents come not tell. Safira's motorcycle tire skid and made him fall slipping when he was about to stop at a red light. Safira and his motorcycle went under the car and had been dragged one meter before the driver finally realized that the accident had just happened. Luckily Safira was wearing an SNI helmet and a thick raincoat.

In the end, Alvin was not the only one who had to receive stitches due to a slip on the last rung of the stairs, but also Safira. Alvin suffered a torn wound with two stitches in his knee and blisters on both his elbows. While Sapphira had to receive three stitches four centimeters long, abrasions on the right hand and foot.

“I was angry not only because Mas neglected to take care of Zain, but because Mas did not seem to believe in me and that made me more upset and disappointed,” said Safira bitterly.

Ashqar looked surprised. This is the first time he has heard Safira's heart about this, while Ashqar himself has always done so since Safira suffered a panic attack after the kidnapping of Alvin and Zain.

“I'm worried,” said Ashqar in the end. “But I also did not know that all this time the thing I had anticipated turned out to make you ...”

“Open,” connect Safira. “Mas, I am your wife, not your son. You can't worry and make sure everything is okay at the same time. So we should work together to protect children and share worry and anxiety, not even Mas pikul himself.”

“I understand your feelings, Yang. And I can't believe you or intentionally make you feel disappointed. It's not as easy as you think while your safety and children are my responsibility.”

Sapphira could see sincerity and sincerity in Ashqar's eyes. But that gets more disturbing.

“But that doesn't mean Mas always tries to make me avoid hearing the news directly. I'm still your life partner, ‘kan?” Safira did not give Ashqar a chance to answer. He then said, “If still then treat me like a friend of Mas's, this household partner and not the onion that Mas always tried to protect.”

Ashqar stretched out one of his hands, stroking the side of Sapphira's face gently. “Darling, I was wrong. But I didn't always make you a housemate all this time? I have a reason and you know what it is. Doctor Andre says—”

“Not to be horrified!” spray Sapphira, throw yourself into Ashqar's chest and hook both arms around her husband's waist. “Or if not Mas who should check with Dr. Andre because most worry about me the same children.”

Ashqar gave a smile, his hands outstretched, rubbing Safira's back. “Unfortunately I prefer Doctor Andre than you.”

Hearing Ashqar's words, Sapphira stiffened her back. He threw an unacceptable look. “Kok, so? I'm Mas's wife, loh.”

“Emang,” says Ashqar, prickling Safira's nose. “But the doctor is not you.”

Just now Safira will argue and give an argument of rebuttal when the hoarse voice of Alvin surprised the two.

“Same Papah why?” alvin asked, rubbing his two half-closed eyes with the back of his hand alternately.

“Neither, kok.” Safira was aghast, distanced himself from Ashqar and improved his way of sitting. He looked quite excited when he saw Alvin walking over. So before the boy reached him, Sapphira hurriedly approached and rested in front of Alvin.

“Kok, Mas Alvin is up?” ask Safira.

“Sholat dawn, Mah.”

Safira's forehead wrinkled, her eyebrows almost fused together. “Sholat dawn? What time is it?”

“Almost five hours, Mah.”

Safira looked back, Ashqar noticed his phone and walked over. And once beside him, Ashqar slightly lowered his head and whispered, “Yang we obrolin again later.”

Then Ashqar took Alvin by the hand and led him to the bathroom to wash his face and ablaze. Sapphira could only quietly watch the backs of her husband and son who disappeared behind the bathroom door.

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Nara Corner :

1k should be quite long (e)

Want to be divided into two responsibilities so just continue wkwkwkk

Sorry today ngaret ride, office work if you have entered the 2nd semester it feels like kayak dikejer ghost. But hopefully this chapter is a bit of a treat.

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Compulsory! If not I block in the front alley 😂