Sense of Sense

Mouth Addu

For the umpteenth time Ashqar glanced at Sapphira, who was asleep beside him, as his wife bellowed in a deep sigh. He reached out his hand, tucking Sapphira's falling hair covering the face behind the ears.

Seeing Safira's peaceful face made Ashqar give a deep smile, remembering that the same person who had raised a hostile look at her a few hours ago.

“Why smile for yourself?”

Ashqar blinked, slightly surprised by Alvin's question. Looking back for a moment, Ashqar frowned. “Alvin not sleeping?” tanyanya.

“Alvin is not sleepy,” he replied, turning his face to the window.

The expanse of lush trees covered the hills, among which there was a bare section and Alvin did not know why it could be so. However, rather than the reason behind the mound of a hill, Alvin was more curious about other things.

“Pah, Alvin can ask you something?”

Ashqar glanced at his first son from the middle spy. Then he came back to the front, on a fairly quiet street on Sunday. Perhaps because the others were heading towards Semarang while they were the other way around.

“Bby. Alvin want to ask what?”

Alvin held up the body, checking whether Sapphira was really asleep or not. Then he also glanced at Zain who was asleep on the other side of the door, separated by Harsha who was in the middle.

“Money a hundred thousand .. It is enough to clean up a damaged car, Pah?”

“Hah?” Ashqar turned the brain around, explaining that simply would not make Alvin feel satisfied. His first son had a strong curiosity.

However, stringing up the events of an hour ago on an eleven-year-old is not easy. Gradually Ashqar again recalled his debate with Safira, dividing the focus on steering in hand.

As soon as Budi left Rafa and Ranee's room, Sapphira immediately stood up, crossed her hands on her chest and looked at her fiercely. While Ashqar did not want to lose, especially when Sapphira felt wrong and quite outrageous.

“What? Mas want to say I'm outrageous, ‘kan?”

“Sit,” said Ashqar with his deep voice and full of seriousness.

Safira's fierce gaze dimmed, both of his hands returned to the sides of his body and slowly sat back down.

“You were wrong still ngot.”

“But I'm not wrong,” bela Safira. “What's wrong with demanding accountability from people who have made us lose?”

“Emang, but that's not the way, Fi. Mr. Budi wants to admit his mistake and have good intentions to take responsibility just enough, you do not need to ask for money.”

Safira looked at the cynical Ashqar. “Mas did not hear the reason Mr Budi earlier? He wanted responsibility for not wanting the hotel manager to know and he was eventually fired, so if there is no fear of being fired, is Mas sure he will want to bother waiting at the door and apologize to us?”

Safira. “Where does Mas know he's not that kind of guy?”

Ashqar looked at Safira tiredly. “Your skepticism must be ignored, Fi. Whatever the reason Mr. Budi apologized, I don't care. But at least he is willing to admit his mistakes and even want to take responsibility. You cannot treat others like that, especially after you know that the amount of money in his wallet is just that. Butwhat? You keep taking the money. What if the money is used for something important? What if the money is left over for his living expenses and his family until the end of the month?”

“What if all Mas estimates are wrong?” Safira stared straight at Ashqar's bead. She wanted her husband to see how unhappy she was with all Ashqar's words that cornered her.

“Mas can't judge how much money a person makes just from looks and work. Then Mr. Budi wants to take responsibility so we should respect him and maintain his pride. Besides, do you think the car came down from the sky?”

Sure didn't. Ashqar still remembers if he also had an opinion with Safira about the purchase of a car. Ashqar wanted a bigger car and certainly a higher price, while Safira did the opposite.

“We have more than enough if only the business of repairing the car compared to Mr. Budi.” Ashqar's voice softened.

“So the point is I want to say that I am cruel, so?”

“Not that, Yang.”

“Keep what?” Netra Safira vibrates. Somehow he feels sensitive this time with the words Ashqar, but usually he “If I have the heart, I will ask for compensation according to the same amount that Mas calledin.”

“Fi, that's not what it means, but ..” The sad look on Safira's face stopped Ashqar from continuing.

“Mas, we bought that car with a lot of consideration. Even the old car Mas sold and added the same savings we made to buy the car. Although not a new item, but the car we buy using money that is not small. Maybe Mas's real job makes more money than Pak Budi, but that doesn't mean Mas's job is light, ‘kan? The greater the income, the greater the responsibilities in the job. So on what basis did Mas forbid me to take away my right to my own husband's hard work?”

It is still clear in Ashqar's mind how the sad look of Sapphira who went outside the room after throwing a series of sentences. Leaving him alone in the president room that was abandoned by the owner with Alvin.

“Pah?”

Alvin's call returns Ashqar from his reverie. He again glanced at Alvin from the middle rearview and caught his visual which also looked at Ashqar curiously.

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