Sense of Sense

Heavy Rain

“This, Ma'am. I bought meatballs in front of the gang.”

Sapphira fell silent, but her hand still received the medium black plastic thread that Hendra gave her.

“This Mr. Hendra deliberately buy make ...”

“Iya, Mbak,” cut Hendra fast. An awkward smile adorned his face that was no longer as young as it used to be. “I inget Alvin and Zain time buy meatballs in front of the alley, so I deliberately buy more. Nothing to do, Ma'am?”

Safira shook his head quickly. “Nothing, Sir. Sorry, I just don't feel good about Mr. Hendra. You see I often really love these children-that, fear even ngerepotin.”

Hendra's laughter sounded crisp. “No, Ma'am. I am happy with the kids. Especially if I live alone. If so, excuse me, ma'am. It started raining.”

Safira jerks. “Iya, Sir. Sorry I didn't even sign in.”

“Ngak papa's. No papa,” replied Hendra waving his hand.

Hendra passed by while not letting go of the big smile on his face, and Safira immediately closed the gate and turned back inside the house.

He felt a little bad about Hendra. His neighbors have been very kind to his family since the first time the middle-aged man moved into their neighborhood, especially on Safira's two beloved crucibles.

Alvin and Zain even felt at home for a long time when playing at Hendra's house even if only in the yard. Sapphira did not give her two sons permission to enter Hendra's house. Not without cause, however, Hendra was a stranger and Sapphira did not want to risk his children if he took his eyes off the two.

As soon as Sapphira reached the kitchen, she heard that it was raining. This made him realize that he was alone at home, without Ashqar, two krucils and Harsha. With anxious feelings he stepped into the living room and opened the curtains.

“Yes, Allah. This is really, even not at home all,” whispered Safira, squeezing the curtain while continuing to glance at the fence. “Harsha how, huh? Duh! This is because of Father, nih.”

Safira exhaled a rough breath and threw herself on the sofa, lying down staring at the living room ceiling. Shown in his mind, above the white layer of the living room ceiling, Zain's cute face with a wide smile and his narrow eyes when smiling, as well as the adorable expression of Alvin.

Suddenly a sense of longing to attack Safira without cue and unconsciously make the manik glazed. This is why Sapphira does not like the rain so much, sometimes for no reason she can feel melancholy.

“Usually when it rains heavily gini children in the next room,” monologue Safira, lying on his side staring at the door of his room that is not closed.

Safira erects the body quickly and makes the sense of dizziness come back. However, he did not bother. While enduring the pain in the head, Safira walks outside the house, thinking that Ashqar or Edi has just opened the gate.

Unfortunately, no.

Safira froze in place. His brain worked quickly, identifying the person in front of him. With a wet raincoat, dripping water drenched the floor and a bowed face made Sapphira confused.

“Who are you? How to play in people's homes without permission?” asked Safira coldly. Highlight Sapphira's eyes full of anticipation, while folding her hands on her chest.

The man raised his face, the water dropped one by one from his wet hair. “Bu, can chat for a moment?”

Safira's forehead wrinkled deep. This person in front of him turned out to be a young man, perhaps his age was only his early twenties. And one thing was for sure, he was definitely not the person Safira knew.

“Who are you?” reset Sapphira.

Sapphira could see the look of confusion on the face of the man in front of her and she could see the fear there.

“I ... I ...” The man glanced in any direction, avoiding Sapphira's gaze. Then in one breath, he walked forward. “I want an interview,” he said, right in front of Safira's face.

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