Sense of Sense

Mas Mat and Rafia Rope

There is nothing more annoying than Rafa and Ashqar fighting. Two men a few months of age were debating whether or not Safira should have his own car. While Ashqar insisted on rejecting the idea, Rafa was certainly the most eager party to agree. By the way, that idea also came from Rafa.

“Fi, stop them, gih. Noisy, already like two cats who want to fight,” complains Ranee, melted himself onto the sofa.

Safira. “Okay! There I was dragged in the middle of their debate.”

“But if we continue later we can all be late, Fi.”

Ranee is used to doing everything in a coordinated way, a plan that has been made as well as possible. So he was quite upset with the behavior of his new husband with the brother-in-law who was like a kindergarten boy.

Though they plan to go to Gedongsongo before his family-in-law return to Solo, excluding Sapphira. Because they plan to stop by other places that have kids rides.

“Mbak Vera,” call Safira with dramatic tones and glances. “While again they argue it concerns me who does not even care at all and if Mbak asks me to go there!” Appoint Safira towards her husband and older brother in the office of the newlyweds' presidential suite room. “It was a suicide. Mending Mbak Ve aja that go there.”

“Males, ah.”

Sapphira rolled her eyes, comforting herself by lying on the sofa. Waiting for Ashqar and Rafa to finish arguing will take quite a long time, even they have been like that since ten minutes ago.

Slowly he closed his eyes, enjoying me time that began to be rarely felt. Fortunately, Harsha is asleep and under Rahma's supervision, with Alvin and Zain playing video games in their room.

CLICK IT!

The sound of the door being opened draws back Safira's new life and leaves the body. Exhaling a rough breath, he held his body and turned to the door.

“Alvin?” panggial Ranee's.

“Bude—”

“Tante, Alvin. Call aunty don't bude,” correction Ranee.

Alvin was silent for a moment, staring at Ranee flatly. Then walk towards the sofa and sit beside Sapphira. “Iya, Aunt.”

“What's up, Mas Alvin?” safira asked, fixing her hair. “Zain where?”

“Zain in same room Bude Rahma, same Uti Harti also.” Alvin looked at Ranee. “Tante, outside there is a father wearing a black uniform pacing in front of the door.”

Both Ranee and Safira frowned. The two exchanged looks. Ranee first stood up and stepped to the door of the room and Safira followed.

As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in a black uniform immediately walked up to him.

“Mobil?” rehash Ranee, look at Safira. “Ashqar use valet parking service?”

“No idea, Ma'am. I asked who used a parking valet, maybe Kak Rafa.”

Safira immediately went back inside, approaching Ashqar and Rafa who seemed to have finished with their debate about the car for him. However, that does not mean the two sit quietly discussing something. Precisely her husband and brother were too cool with action games on their phones to the point that the call Safira was not discussed at all.

“Mas Mats. Brother Rafia,” call Safira, pull the earphones from his second ear. “Follow to the front door briefly.”

“What's up, Fi?”

“What's up, Which?” ask both at the same time.

“Who has valet service? Waiting for his father in front,” said Safira turned around and followed Ashqar and Rafa.

“Pak! Sir! Anu ... I change my personal money, but please do not report to the manager yes, sir?” sambar officer valet.

“What's up, sir? What do you want to replace?” ashqar asked, slipping between Sapphira and Ranee.

Seeing as what the valet officer was waiting for was Ashqar, the other three went back inside.

“Jagi gini, Sir. I took my car from the parking lot, but the time came out accidentally bumped into the barrier and the front was dented. I know your car is not a cheap car, but I will change my personal money, sir. So please don't report to the manager, sir. I'm afraid I'm gonna get fired.”

Ashqar was silent for a moment, watching the movements of the man in front of him who looked so frightened. The man's hands trembled, clinging to each other as he spoke, his eyes were also unfocused.

“The car had my wife. I ask for a minute.”

Ashqar may argue with Rafa about a private car for Safira. However, it was actually a car that he was currently using on behalf of his wife. Ashqar's old car was sold because it was no longer fit to carry all the members of his family who had started growing up. Be the money from the sale of the car plus their personal savings, he bought another second car that is wider and larger.

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See next week, guys~