Sense of Sense

Milk Bottle

The Baswara family complete with Harti and Rahma walked down the corridor to the restaurant for a late breakfast. The hotel provides breakfast from 08:00 to 10:00, and is currently close to 09:00. Safira just hopes that they still have time to enjoy breakfast after one long day yesterday and the commotion this morning.

That's because Zain the spirit of 45 dragged Ashqar after the morning prayers to play water in the pool. Safira did not know why her middle son was so addicted to being in the pool. The child was even like an unwilling fish and could not be separated from water.

“Terus Zain wins against Mas Alvin loh, Uti. After Mas Alvin lamaaa very swimming,” Zain chatter on Hart who is holding his left hand.

Safira shook his head hearing Zain excitedly tell the details of his victory over Alvin to Harti who also happily responded to every Zain's words.

“Who lost? ‘Kan, Zain himself who races, Mas Alvin mah did not say want to race tuh,” reply Alvin sharp.

Zain frowned, the boy's forehead wrinkled for the umpteenth time. “Say Mas Alvin is embarrassed to lose, ‘kan?”

“Already. Already,” Lerai Harti, rubbing the top of Zain's head. “This fight continues already like your Papah with Bude Rahma as a child.”

“Bu!” ashqar and Rahma together.

The brothers threw each other a glance before finally rolling their eyes and throwing faces away. Neither Ashqar nor Rahma have shown signs of coming to terms with yesterday's problems

“Not take Ashqar, Mom. He ‘kan, emang version of Zain gede, sometimes like nyebelin,” said Rahma.

Ashqar has just opened his mouth to avenge Rahma, but loses quickly to Zain.

“Who's Cheating, Bude Mama?” ask Zain.

Except for the others, Rahma gelagapan—minus Alvin of course.

“It .... who, yes?” Rahma glanced at Safira, expecting help. However, Safira himself was tired of fighting his three men. “Ah! The elevator opened. Yuk, come in,” said Rahma relieved.

Fortunately, the elevator doors opened when they arrived in front of the elevator. Otherwise, Rahma doesn't know how to answer Zain's curiosity.

The elevator door closed and began to move down, leaving a thrilling sensation as the number above the door slowly reduced from the number 6 to the number 1.

The iron room with a capacity of 16 people was silent, if Harsha did not chatter reciting a single letter or Zain counting every number on the button on the wall.

“Uti. Uti,” call Zain, pay attention to the bottom button. “Nanti Kak Ratih same Kak Ratri bought by-by yes, Uti?”

Harti lowered his gaze. “Only Zain want to buy what souvenirs for Kak Ratih same Kak Ratri?”

Zain placed his index finger on the tip of his lips, his head tilted while the expression of the boy seemed to think seriously.

“If his son Bi Jum is given what?” sela Ashqar from behind Zain.

Zain scowled as he glanced at Ashqar full of hostility, then when their gaze met the boy hurriedly threw away his face.

Seeing this, Sapphira tried to rebuke her son. “Zain, why?” tanyanya gently. However, Zain simply shook his head.

Sapphira may have been upset by Ashqar and Rahma's feud, or the father-son debate between Ashqar and Zain. However, he still could not let one of them cross the line.

He who since childhood, whether in the supervision of his mother or grandmother, always taught manners, can not let his children escape from that teaching.

“Something is still crooked, nih.” Ashqar takes a step forward, slips between Rahma and Harti and pulls Zain in his arms.

“Zain don't want to! Zain ndak bolo Papah!” exciting Zain.

Zain continued to rebel. The boy tried with all his might to remove Ashqar's crib, but failed. Until finally the elevator door opened along with the cries of Harsha who broke out, then immediately Zain's rebellion suddenly stopped.

While the others were out of the elevator, Safira stayed behind while looking for a bottle of Harsha's ASI. However, several times he searched, the bottle was not in his bag.

“What's up, Mah?” ashqar asked, taking down Zain and taking over Harsha's body in his carrier.

Safira grimacing. “Harsha's ASI bottle is missing, Pah. I'll take it first, okay? Papah please take care of Harsha for a while later I follow.”

After that short deal, the elevator door closed again and drove up.

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