Sense of Sense

Sausage, Carrot, Tomato

“Mamah in the restaurant there is no sausage? Zain wants to eat sausages,” Zain joked while trying to wear jeans, the material is thick and tight makes Zain difficult. However, the five-year-old boy was unyielding.

“You don't know, honey. We'll check together, okay? Hopefully there is a sausage,” said Safir, a little help to Zain.

Then he returned to Harsha who had not yet put on a diaper. Mornings are always busy, but they get busy when their families travel.

Zain scowling. His hand stopped moving, the little fingers holding both sides of his waist trousers. “But Zain wants sausage,” great-grandson Zain.

“Don't make maksa,” sergeant Alvin, help Zain finish the job wearing pants. “If there is, alhamdulilah. But if there is none, you can eat the other one.”

Alvin's response made Zain's guts shrink. His sister always threw a speech that was difficult to refute and made him always obey.

However, it is not Zain if he gives up easily. The boy secretly steals a glance at Safira, hoping that he can get help. Unfortunately, the woman that Zain could always rely on was busy helping Harsha get dressed.

While his papa looks serious with a cell phone in hand and Zain doesn't dare to interfere. The last time Zain interrupted Ashqar while looking serious with his phone, he was scolded by his papa.

“Papah HP continues, anyway! Zain wants to play with Papah!” zain shouted, slapping Ashqar's hand to make his phone fall.

As a result, Zain was exposed to scolding and punishment from Ashqar. And although they made up and apologized to each other, Zain became more careful when he wanted to invite his papa to talk when the man looked so serious about his phone.

“Mamah is busy, Papah is also working. Zain could not fight Mas Alvin, deh!” inner Zain mendumel.

“No need to find help Mom same Papah,” whispered Alvin right on target. While buttoning Zain's pants, Alvin continued, “Zain it must eat what is already available, do not usually picky food. Not good, later Allah will be angry.”

Zain's tiny lips advanced and looked at Alvin disapprovingly. “Zain not picky food!” his surprise, while shifting as Alvin sat beside him. “Zain eat bayem, eat vegetable soup, eat tempe tofu. Zain eat everything.”

“But Zain does not eat carrots with tomatoes, ‘kan?”

“Euuh!” Zain shuddered. “Zain .. then, really. But a little.”

Alvin raises one eyebrow as Zain avoids eye contact. His sister is not good at lying, more not good anymore if the business of eating the two types of plants.

“Basic lie,” tease Alvin.

“No! If you don't believe me, ask Papah. Yes ‘kan, Pah?”

Alvin with his signature expression, calm and minimalist. While Zain looked at him anxiously. Ashqar could even see the adorable twinkle of his two son's beads.

Seeing that cute expression made Ashqar unable to bear to prank Zain. “Hah? What's up?” ashqar asked pretending not to know even though he had actually noticed the two since earlier.

“Zain ask the same Papah. Yes or no?” alvin is ambiguous.

“Yes or nothing?”

“Tadi Mas Alvin said that Zain is picky food, but Zain ‘kan, not picky food. Yes ‘kan, Pah? Zain also eats carrots with tomatoes ‘kan, Pah?” ask Zain for support.

“Zain ask papah?” goda Ashqar's. Then when Zain nodded, Ashqar continued, “Not that Zain was angry again papah, huh? He said he did not want to talk to papah again, not bolo¹ papah.”

Instantly Zain's expression turned grim. Without saying anything, the boy got off the bed and approached Sapphira. Seeing that, Ashqar desperately held back a laugh.

Actually Zain was in a snack mode with his papa because Ashqar carried and brought Zain forcibly to get out of the pool an hour ago. Perhaps because of his debate with Alvin, Zain forgot and instead expected Ashqar support.

“Mamah, Bad Papah,” on Zain, grasping the tip of Safira's shirt.

The mother-of-three continued to exhale violently and stared at Ashqar sharply.

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Diction Corner :

¹Bolo: friends in Java