Sense of Sense

Artistes

Sapphira still clearly remembered how grandma advised her, short and clear. Grandma taught him to be tough with his frank and sometimes piercing sayings.

However, her mother-in-law was different. Harti treated her as if she was a teenage girl, even several times she was treated like someone who was just twenty and needed extra supervision. Obviously Sapphira was not familiar, but he gladly received every input and suggestion that Harti expressed in such a pleasant way.

Harti never cornered her even though sometimes Sapphira was so stubborn about one thing, and never really sided with her even if she was right. That's why Sapphira was very comfortable to pour out her heart to her mother-in-law.

“Eh! Uh! Koe reti ra's? Jarene enek artist sing nginep ning kene.”¹

Safira jerks. He returned to full consciousness and became a little dazed after realizing that he was daydreaming. Safira did not even realize that the number of people in the elevator had increased, even he himself was in the corner.

While gathering his consciousness that was still not intact, Safira quietly looked around then glanced at the figure above the door, almost reaching the 1st floor.

Safira raised a little one corner of her lips. Her mother-in-law's words are not wrong, they are almost always right. However, he himself knew that the sincere taste he was looking for was still half way. Only this time he managed to make another move to gain some peace of heart.

“Masa, anyway? Kok, I'm reti yo?”²

“Sing mbok reti ki opo?”

“Ngertiku saiki meh breakfast.”⁴

Synthetic girl clucking. “More than ask who the artist is, base.”

“Iya, yes. Who's artist?” ask his friend to give up.

The whispers of the two teenagers in front of him slightly attracted the attention of Safira and the three others. However, when the shoulder-haired girl said the name of the artist in question, Safira was quite surprised.

“Nita. Princess Nita. Artist who played Film Berujung Rindu,” bright girl with shoulder-length enthusiastically.

Then the whispers became more boisterous afterwards, everyone in the elevator was curious about Nita's figure. Except Sapphira.

For reasons unknown to him, he began to feel worried. Safira becomes curious, does Nita know that she and Ashqar are also in the same hotel?

The clink of the elevator door sounded loud and soon after the door opened and one by one guests came out from there, including Sapphira.

“Don't think no, Fi. Stop thinking too much. It was just gossip,” inner Safira, warned himself.

Then after sighing deeply and putting on a faint smile, Safira stepped towards the restaurant. It's quite late to enjoy breakfast with a full menu, but at least he can still fill the stomach.

From a distance Sapphira could see her husband and two sons at the same table, with Harti, Rahma and Harsha looking calm in the arms of her sister-in-law. Safira was relieved to know Harsha was not fussy at all.

Safira sped up the pace until he accidentally bumped into someone.

“Other times be careful,” says man with sunglasses as it passes.

Safira was glued to the spot. He cursed his recklessness which again appeared due to the rush.

Safira will turn around and immediately undo the intention when the bespectacled man is seen embracing a woman. Her manic stared curiously at the long-haired woman who was starting to move away, Safira felt familiar with her stature.

“Mbak Nita?” whispered Safira along with her patted shoulder.

“Mah, why here?”

Safira. “Mas?” Sapphira looked at Ashqar and the direction of the departure of the woman whom she thought Nita was taking turns.

Ashqar followed Safira's line of sight. “What are you looking at, anyway?”

“A-ah! It's nothing, Mas.” Sapphira pulled Ashqar's hand and walked towards their table. “Laper makes me l-ola.”⁵

Ashqar scrambles Safira's mane. “There's just the hell, you.”

Safira could only respond with a subtle laugh while once again glancing behind her. “Maybe just a feeling,” Inner Sapphira.

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Diction Corner :

¹ You know? He said there was an artist here.

² Kok, I don't understand (know), huh?

³ You are what year it is.

⁴ My understanding now I want breakfast.

⁵ Lola: old loding