Sense of Sense

Overlapping

Safira smiled cynically as the young man in front of her could not answer the question she asked.

“Be quiet, I take it as an answer,” Safira said. “Now please leave my home.”

The man could not hide the shame and disappointment from his face, even as he pulled down his rain coat. As the saying goes, it has fallen down the stairs anyway. The man was only able to give up the results he got after watching over Ashqar's house for nearly two hours.

She has been watching Ashqar's house since they returned from Semarang, spending hours just looking for information from neighbors around her family, reportedly Nita's ex-husband. He was also up to the top because he did not also get the expected news.

“Kerja gini is like a horse. Late eating, hot yes overheating, rain yes rain, not to mention billed the same results superiors,” dumel men it in the heart.

And after everything he went through, he finally had to accept this kind of harsh reality. The only thing he could do was to expand his heart and mentally prepare to meet his seniors and superiors with only his bare hands. Because, it was certain that he would receive more than just scolding.

“Fate. Fates. Difficult to be an intern,” whispered the boy.

Meanwhile, Safira looked at the young journalist's back with mixed feelings. The fear was still stuck in his throat, making him breathe one-two. However, Sapphira did not refuse if in the corner of his heart there was also relief.

Although the intention of the man to come to his house cannot be justified, but at least he is not a bad person who intends to rob the house.

“Iya, fortunately not a robber,” whispered Safira, his voice weakened in the last word. He himself felt confused, but was soon pushed aside. Safira refused to take a headache.

Sapphira did not move from her place until the man completely disappeared behind the gate.

“I have to ask Mas Ashqar to make a quick trip home,” he said, stepping into the house.

Sapphira had just passed through the door when lightning struck and then followed by thunder that boomed. Reflexes he screamed, his head immediately felt empty and then something vaguely drawn in his mind. That made his eyes grow tight.

Sapphira reached out her hand, trying to reach the wall. His back was twice as bad as before. And as soon as his palm sensed the surface of the wall, Sapphira let gravity pull her body down onto the cold floor.

As the shadows on his head were crammed into each other, Sapphira grew even more confused. He wasn't sure if it was just a delusion or not, some like his childhood memories and the rest Safira couldn't recognize at all. The two overlapped and made her even more dizzy.

“Mother, Brother and Sister when to go home?”

The woman's smile, which was passed down to Sapphira, was etched thinly. “Sabar, yes. Soon your Brother's father also returned home.”

“Fira. Dear. Mother's promise, huh? Fira hide here for a while, don't come out if you don't tell me. Understand, yes?”

“But why, Mom?”

“Soal is outside ...”

Sapphira whimpered even harder, unconsciously she slightly banged her head on the wall. He did not remember at all what his mother said, in fact he did not know that what was imagined in his mind was real or not.

Then his memory grew more disoriented. Sapphira regulated her breathing and slowly she was able to control herself. For a moment he ignored what had just happened to him. However, not yet Safira really get the focus intact, he was surprised by the sound of the door being opened violently to hit the wall.

“Mbak! We are not criminals, yes! We are journalists and we are protected by the law. So Ma'am don't carelessly cooperate with my coworkers!”

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