Sense of Sense

Milk Bath

Rejection will not be a rejection if the rejecter ultimately agrees. So about that Ashqar cried out inwardly as a self-comforter. No attempt was made to persuade Sapphira.

The only movement he made was to sit back on the sofa, stretch both hands on the head of the sofa and take a deep breath.

In fact, it was not only Sapphira who enjoyed a peaceful weekend without Zain's loud screams, Alvin snapped because his sister had a lot of behavior and Harsha's cries because she was disturbed by the debate between her two older brothers, but he is too.

“My ears are broad,” whispered, turning towards the kitchen.

Although Ashqar could not see the entire territory of his wife, but he was sure that every corner of the kitchen was slim like the terrace of their complex mosque. Whereas three days before, the kitchen was really like a broken ship.

Unknowingly Ashqar chuckled at the annoyed look of Safira facing the mischief of the middle and the youngest.

That afternoon Ashqar was not at the scene of the crime, he was accompanying Alvin to help with his schoolwork. Until suddenly Sapphira said in a loud voice, calling out Zain's name.

And it certainly made him and Alvin look at each other, then rushed out of the room, afraid that something bad was going on.

“What's up, Mah?” ashqar asked, along with the open door.

Sapphira turned her head dramatically, her eyes between annoyance and sadness made Ashqar confused.

“Zain equals Harsha, Pah.” Sapphira sides her body to the refrigerator door. “On milk toys.”

“Harsha equal Zain milk bath, Pah.” Alvin stood beside Safira while shaking his head like an adult.

Ashqar turned his head to the side, since when has Alvin moved?

“Kok, can? Usually ‘kan, Mamah put milk in the top drawer,” said Ashqar, approaching Safira. And as soon as he was beside Sapphira, Ashqar patted the eel. “Astagfirullah.”

Under the counter table, Zain and Harsha feed each other powdered milk. Somehow the two children were able to get to the milk bath, not just clothes, but from head to toe full of milk powder and some parts wet.

“Mah?” call Ashqar, embrace Sapphira. “Tadi Mamah where?”

“Take package,” replied Safira limp.

“Mbak Jum, where?”

“Buy garem same seasoning kitchen.”

“Shasha~” Ashqar tries to dodge attacks from his daughter's tiny hands. Then he turned to Zain who seemed to be starting to realize the situation that was going on. “Zain,” call Ashqar with his inner voice.

Zain whose name was called could only bow. The five-year-old boy began to notice Safira's unfriendly look.

“Zain,” reset Ashqar.

“Mamah~” great-grandson Zain, staring with teary eyes.

Safira let out a long sigh while peeking at the base of his nose, his eyes closed, resigned. There was nothing he could do but clean up the mess that was going on.

Safira glanced at Ashqar. “Pah, please take the kids first. And shower, huh? I settle this first.”

“Ok! Let's take a shower, Sha!” Ashqar tried to dilute the quite tense atmosphere. “Come, Zain.”

Zain did not immediately reach Ashqar's hand, he stole a glance at Sapphira who was tying hair. However, Zain hastily welcomed Ashqar's helping hand when he met his mother's gaze.

“Mas Alvin, the task is completed by yourself can?”

Alvin nodded. “Ok, Pah.”

Alvin turned around, headed back to his room. Ashqar, meanwhile, takes his two sticky children to the bathroom. And Sapphira, can only channel resentment by clearing up Zain and Harsha's mess.

Ashqar accidentally saw a small figura beside the television. By the way, Safira does not like to display large size photos. Then he so missed the crowd of three krucils, but what makes him miss more is the intimacy with Safira who almost began to get rid of with the comfort of their children.

“Honey! Come, walk!” ashqar exclaimed, turning to the door of the room. However, there is no answer. Be Ashqar approaching Sapphira in the room.

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