Sense of Sense

Memo

Safira awoke with a sense of dizziness that hit the head. For a moment his vision blurred until the faint ivory white color of the ceiling of the room began to be clearly visible. He could even see traces of the fad of Alvin and Zain throwing small lumps of colored flour with a slingshot. Red, green, yellow, orange and blue.

Slowly Sapphira pulled the body to sit and leaned on the head of the bed. While holding his head, he circulated the gaze throughout the room. There was nothing lacking, only he remembered the last time Ashqar was still with him. Her husband does not currently exist.

“What's outside?” whisper to yourself.

Then as he glanced at the nightstand, his question was answered with a scrap slip tucked under a glass filled with milk. Sapphira's hand stretched out, she lifted the glass and took the scrap paper and read it.

Don't cook!

I went out for a while to buy lunch. If you wake up, drink the milk. Mumpung is still an angel.

ps. if you want to eat something directly phone aja♡

Safira's forehead is wrinkled. “What is still an angel? People are almost cold so,” his inner, glancing at the milk glass.

However, even so Sapphira still obeyed Ashqar's orders. Although he was also upset by the contents of the memo which immediately contained the command and there was no sweetness at all even though Ashqar slipped a picture of the heart.

And instead of contacting Ashqar after Safira was done with the glass and the memo he returned to the original place on the nightstand, he instead looked for Edi's contact and directly pressed the phone icon.

His first call received no response and Safira called the same number again. While his heart was anxiously awaiting a missed call, Sapphira's bead did not stop watching the clock on the room wall.

Edi and Sari had been carrying Harsha since this morning and until almost noon had not returned. That obviously made Sapphira feel anxious.

“Kok, not lifted, anyway?” gerutu Safira when his call was also not raised by Edi.

Safira again contacted Edi's number for the third time, but this time with a more unsettled feeling. Even he had forgotten his own new anxiety he and Ashqar discussed.

“Thanks, Sir.” Sapphira got up from the bed while holding her dizzy head. It seems like the effects of many thoughts and crying are quite difficult as well.

“Halo. Assalamu'alaikum.”

“Wa'alaikummussalam,” sambar Sapphira. The steps lead to the terrace of the house. “Bapak where are you? From earlier I did not pick up the phone.”

“Sorry, HP the father of vibrating mode, so not heard.”

Edi sounded bad, but Sapphira ignored him. “Ya, already. Where is this father? Why not go home yet?” cecar Safira, sitting on the terrace chair. And not yet Edi answered the previous question, Safira again threw another question. “Harsha how are you? Mr. ‘kan, said it was just a walk around the complex. But until now not at home either.”

Hearing Edi's reply made Sapphira exhale, resigned. “Meet the same frequency,” his inner.

The elderly couple was famous cherry blossom even though it was actually a good person. But it feels that Mr. Broto with his father met somehow Safira felt they would be very suitable, typical of people who if they had a difficult conversation stop. As if you have many topics to discuss, ranging from politics, work maybe even tea and coffee.

“Should have finished ‘kan, now chat? Can you take Harsha home now?” Safira carefully kept her tone.

“Iya. Ja. This same father your mother is home now.”

“Excuse me! Mbak Fira.”

Safira turned towards the fence. A shadow was clearly drawn on the fence of his house which was covered with plastic barriers.

“Fi, who is it?”

Edi's question recalls Safira's attention. “Pak, I have a guest. I'm waiting at home, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum,” Safira said, ignoring Edi's question and immediately closing the phone.

“Iya!” exclaiming Safira, walk towards the fence. He peeked first from the small square-shaped hole. “Loh? Mr Hendra?”

“Sorry, Ma'am. I'm disturbing, huh?” hendra asked along with the door that opened.

“Ngak, Sir. What's up, huh?”

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