Sense of Sense

Pilu

When Sapphira was silent and lowered her head, Ashqar realized that her question had been answered. The question at the moment is who. Who is the heartless and insolent man who has offended his wife?

“Who has said bad things to you?” ask Ashqar. Half dead he kept his tone. However, the answer the man got was just a head bob.

Ashqar breathed deeply. “Darling, you know ‘kan, if you shut up like this I won't understand. This chat is already in the middle of the road, so let's finish it together, yes?”

Has Safira ever said that her husband is a master seducer? If not, that is one of his mistakes. Because in fact Ashqar's sweet mouth managed to tickle his logic.

“Three days ago, when I was shopping for vegetables, someone discussed the gossip and he asked me directly, what ...”

“What ...,” beo Ashqar.

Safira raised his view. “What I'm the same Mas will,” shrewd Safira, back down to lower the view. Suddenly the paints touched his heart, leaving a deep enough wound. “Ba .. kal divorced.”

A chill ran along Ashqar's spine, freezing the work of the brain and nerves in his sense of taste. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. If it had not been his wife, if it had been him, Ashqar might have slapped him in the face.

“Honey, that's something that's never going to happen. I promise that with my life,” said Ashqar, sure.

“Ta-but, Mas. Ak—” Sapphira's speech was stopped by a shedding tear drenching the cheek. “I don't know what to do now.”

“You pretty much believe the same a.. ku.” Ashqar lifted Safira's face and was immediately shocked to see his wife's face was already red and tear-soaked. “Yes, Allah. Babe.”

Ashqar pulls Sapphira into his arms. And once his wife's tiny body was in her arms, those one-two cries became frequent and then quickly began to sound bitter.

Like hearing a heartbroken song, Ashqar closed his eyes and tightened his arms on Safira whenever his wife's cries were high. It was inconceivable to him how Sapphira should answer such an inhuman question, and how his wife for some of this seemed fine while it turned out that she was enduring such a turmoil of this magnitude. Yeah, God! She was stupid as a husband!

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Half-hour. No. gabe. Less than that. After sobbing, Sapphira fell asleep, in her arms and standing up.

Whether gains or not, the tiny, light body of Safira's feathers make it easier for Ashqar to lift his body and lay it on their bed.

“Sorry for being insensitive, Darling.” Ashqar stroked the side of Safira's face, his gaze sorrowfully looking at his wife's face. “Sorry to have you in a position like this.”

Again and again, the apology did not stop Ashqar from saying it even when Sapphira could no longer respond to it.

He immediately sought out Edi's contacts and sent a message to his in-laws, asking for their whereabouts. However, up to ten minutes passed WhatsApp messages that Ashqar sent never get a reply. Unfortunately, she also has no Sari contact.

And suddenly Ashqar also remembered the two heroes who were still kidnapped by Rahma. He exhaled and called Rahma's number.

“Halo. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. What's up?”

Ashqar. “Wa'alikummussalam. Ma'am Rahma, what time is it?”

“Why?”

Ashqar frowned, between puffing with answers and interrupted with a noise across the connection. “Mbak is already sing, please return the children. Do not kesorean or Mbak do not need to invite Alvin with Zain again. Assalamu'alaikum.”

Ashqar cut the connection just like that. Somewhat outrageously indeed he vented resentment at his older sister. Ashqar has no regrets either. “Count-count negative energy waste,” monologue Ashqar.

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