Sense of Sense

Ibu

Half-running Sapphira rushed towards the room when the elevator door opened. Fortunately, not many other guests use the Berkatrol object so Safira does not have to wait too long. As soon as he got to the door, Safira immediately opened the door and headed straight for the clean kitchen.

Previously Safira pumped ASI just after Harsha finished breastfeeding and filled up to almost one full bottle of 150ml size, whereas his little daughter was accustomed to breastfeeding in large quantities. After giving birth, the bottle of ASI becomes one of the valuable items that must always be taken with you in addition to the pump, because not all public spaces provide breastfeeding space. Even if there is, it is not uncommon to be far enough away.

After getting what is needed, Safira took the time to check the room and items that might be forgotten to carry. And when nothing was missed, he went out and shut the door. Just as Safira stepped up, a voice interrupted her.

“Fi? How, alone?”

Safira. Sari stood tig room away, looking at her with a curious expression.

“Take milk bottle,” Safira replied.

He did not expect the rest of the morning to walk peacefully without any commotion, but facing Sari with four eyes was definitely not the thing he wanted. However, when Sari walked over, Safira knew she could not just dodge.

“Suami same kids where?” sari asked as soon as she was in front of Safira.

Safira avoided looking at her stepmother. Choosing to look behind Sari from the side slit of her face, Safira said, “Mas Ashqar same children already first to the restaurant.”

“Oh ... gitu.” Then awkward for a while. “Keep why are you still here?”

“Take milk bottle.” Safira raised the ASI bottle bag in her hand. “So I told you,” continued Safira.

Sari smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, aunt did not hear earlier.”

Sari was clearly not good at melting the atmosphere between herself and Sapphira. The woman was well aware that their separation wall was getting thicker and almost impossible to penetrate. If it took Edi 3-4 years to reach Safira, I don't know how many years she would need to get the same position as her husband.

“If so aunt wants to invite Bu Harti same Rahma for breakfast too,” said Sari then turned around, but was immediately detained by Safira.

“Same mother Rahma already in restaurant. Together with Mas Ashqar and the kids.”

“O-oh.” Sari turned. Somewhat heavy, he wore a thin smile. When the neutrals met with Safira's, Sari unconsciously immediately glanced in the other direction.

He realizes his relationship and Sapphira is more than just complicated, there are things that are even beyond his ability to get the desired results. Sapphira's sincerity to forgive herself.

But still, hearing the child he continued calling Harti with the name of mother is so easy to make the inner Sari disturbed. Her divorce from Edi was a turning point for Sari, realizing her mistake and trying to be a better person was what she was trying to do.

Without the support of Edi morally make Sari feel so lost as well as the presence of Rafa who became a figure of a brother who is very reliable son only wayangnya—Raka. Raka even to the point of confusion with the condition of his parents who are not home and his brother who is difficult to find.

While Sapphira, when Sari in her contemplation period, she realized that her husband's daughter had never once disturbed the family's material affairs. Even when Edi gives money or goods, Sapphira without thinking long will return it. That's what makes Sari feel so guilty, but fixing something that's broken is not easy.

“I heard Aunt taking part in Kak Rafa's show with Mbak Vera?” safira asked pleasantries, half of which was based on curiosity. ”Why?”

“Why would Auntie bother to come help?”

Sari smiled bitterly. “Because aunty mother connect Rafa and because of your wedding time, aunt can not help much.”

Safira remembers how quickly it took to prepare for her wedding. Everything is designed simply, not much to take care of. However, he clearly remembered that Sari refused to take care of him so that it was Edi's assistant who arranged everything.

“Tante knows that you are suspicious of aunty, but aunty really has no other intention than to help Rafa and Ranee.”

Safira squinted his eyes. “Other means? Like ... make Kak Rafa melt so I can persuade you to make ...”

“No! There is no intention like that,” refute Sari fast. “Tante knows you haven't been able to fully forgive aunt, but please believe in aunt this time and love the opportunity for aunt evidainin same you, Mas Edi and Rafa if aunt has changed.”

Safira. Then the speech of Sari's assistant yesterday disturbs Safira's memory. While looking into Sari's eyes, Sapphire sighed deeply and exhaled her slowly.

“I can't believe Aunt after what Auntie did. I also can't give Aunt a chance to prove that Aunt has changed, because it's Aunt's business with God. Don't expect anything from me. If Aunty wants to change, Auntie does it for herself, make Raka and for Father. I just asked and nothing more.”

Safira glanced at the clock on her wrist, it had been almost twenty minutes. Then he returned to dancing attention to Sari, staring at the confused face of his stepmother was late-goals.

“Mother,” call Safira.

It was successful in making Sari lift her face, staring at Safira full of shock.

“The only thing I can give Aunt is the call it should be. And ... I forgive Mom for what I've done, but trusting is a different thing.”

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