Sense of Sense

Deguidedly

“How do you want me to look like? Happy?”

Safira. “Yes, not so,” grunts, straighten the back.

“So I should look anxious?” ask Ashqar again. However, when Safira never answered, he said, “Don't it if I behave unusual it will make you think more?”

“Iya, anyway. But, ‘kan...,” great-grandson Safira. “I'm afraid that the gossip is true.”

Ashqar smiled faintly. His hand stretched out to caress the side of Sapphira's face and then he realized the black circumference under his wife's eyes was getting darker. It made him touched and sad, Safira worked very hard as a housewife with three small children. And Ashqar surmised that Sapphira's anxiety over her gossip with Nita was one of the reasons for the dark circles under her eyes.

So it really didn't make sense for him to betray their marriage. Even Ashqar could not think of looking for a better woman than Sapphira, with all his shortcomings and advantages, Ashqar still felt Sapphira was the best God made a mate of his life.

“For God's sake, Which. There's no way I'm betraying you, betraying our children and marriage.” Ashqar looked at Sapphira deeply, hoping that his feelings would be conveyed more than his words. “You know very well that it is just a rumor and will never come true. Because the only fact is that my relationship with Nita is only limited to the past.”

“I know. ‘Kan, I also brought you closer,” great-grandson Safira.

One of Ashqar's eyebrows is raised. “If so, what is really troubling your mind? Hmm?” ask her in the softest tone possible.

Sapphira took a deep breath and again threw out a glance, at the large window in their room. The curtains are double-layered, gray in the first curtain that is hollow like a mosquito net and navy in the second curtain that is tied to a dark gray rope.

“Soal ... I didn't ask my opinion about the rumors except before Rafa's wedding. I don't care.”

Ashqar threw a kiss on Safira's forehead and cheeks. It managed to make the face of ayu woman of his love meet red.

“Because I don't care. I don't want such gossip to disturb our minds and impact our families. Shadow if every rumor is on television and we come to discuss it, will we not make a noise? Our ends will be quarreling, Fi. Either I feel tired should explain or you feel insecure.”

“I understand, Darling.” Ashqar smiled faintly. “This wife is a hard thinker, unfortunately likes kebablasan.”

Sapphira moved from Ashqar's lap, walking towards the window. “At first I didn't care either. I feel pretty sure that the gossip is nothing, but the more the day the news starts strange and seems endless.”

Ashqar walked closer. He stood behind Safira. “Sorry, if I unconsciously stress you out. I don't care about the rumors, honey. Not the same you.”

Safira clenched her eyes as Ashqar's arms crawled through her abdomen and her husband's dugu leaned against her shoulders. “I know I shouldn't be angry or upset the same, Mas. I just .. feel not calm. I was afraid that at any time the gossip became big and could not be controlled. I'm afraid that because of the rumors I have to part with Zain and also with Mas.”

After revealing her heart, Safira bit her lips. Slowly his eyes were hot and his heart suddenly grieved for whatever reason, he himself could not explain. Only, even though he had expressed his anxiety, it did not necessarily make his heart feel relieved. Especially when Ashqar did not immediately respond.

“Sayang.” Ashqar turned Sapphira's body to face him. His wife's clear bead was glazed over and he could see the sadness there. “Does anyone around us say hurtful things to you?”

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Nara Note :

Today's Taste Tassel update double. So please look forward yaa~