Sense of Sense

Mine

Rafa and Ranee are not long at Rahma's house, but they exchange quite serious thoughts about what is going on with Ashqar and Sapphira's partner. And the topic continued to haunt the two even after they left from there.

The car that Rafa drove drove at a reasonable speed, splitting the city's main street crowd with the nickname City of Culture. The vast Slamet Riyadi street felt shrunk because of the traffic crowd, understand this time of rush hour where many office employees both private and state want to go home.

And in the black H-plated sedan, Rafa and Ranee are silent, while Alvin and Zain are in the back seat.

“Mas, you still think about Safira?” ranee asked in the end, after a long silence.

Rafa exhaled heavily. “What are you not thinking about too?”

Ranee fell silent, throwing his face at the side window. Rafa knows, although Ranee looks calm, but his wife is not much different from him.

“Yes, thoughts too,” great-grandson Ranee. “Ashqar is not usually like this. If there was anything, he was usually straight to the point. But this ...”

“That's also what I thought, Bo.” Rafa glanced over from the middle rearview, making sure that both of his ponies were completely asleep.

And the anticipation works, Rafa sees that Alvin isn't actually sleeping. The boy's eyelids twitched uneasily and it was clear what the reason was.

“Alvin,” call Rafa.

Alvin opened his eyelids slowly then straightened his back. “Alvin caught, yes?”

Alvin's plain question becomes a small pastime for Rafa and Ranee.

“Alvin eavesdropping, yes?” accuse Rafa.

“Ngak.” Alvin rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Only unintentionally to astonishment, kok.”

Ranee grunts. “The reason is exactly like who?” goda Ranee, glancing at Rafa. “Alvin kayak is not good, loh.”

“Alvin apologize, Bude. But Alvin was curious.”

Rafa sighed deeply and exhaled quickly. As soon as the car stopped at a red light, it twisted the body slightly. “Alvin want to ask you something? About mamah?”

Alvin was silent, looking at Rafa. His round eyes examined the face that was similar to his mother, especially in the eyes and lips until suddenly Rafa turned his face and returned to driving the car.

“Mamah ... alright, Pakde?”

Rafa had already prepared his heart if one of his nephews would ask about their parents, but it still didn't feel easy. Previously Zain who asked the whereabouts of papah and mama, fortunately Ranee can make the child believe the lie concocted by his wife. However, Rafa is not sure if he will succeed in tricking his nephew on this one.

Rafa took a deep breath, felt heavy and stuck. “Why isn't your mom okay? Your mom is a strong man.”

Alvin put both his shoulders up briefly. “Exit, everyone kayak confused.”

Rafa throws a glance at Ranee, hoping that his wife understands the code he gave her.

“We are all confused because Alvin's papa gave impromptu news,” said Ranee, not entirely a lie.

Alvin's forehead wrinkled, his thin eyebrows almost fused together. “Where do they go? How come Bude Rahma didn't want me to take Zain home? Then why is Pakde the same Bude Vera who picked us up?”

Like on the battlefield, Ranee seemed to be hit by mines even though he was careful not to step on it. And now he ran out of ideas to cover up the true whereabouts of Sapphira.

Rafa laughed heartily. “Alvin, your question mostly. Bude until that confusion.”

“Ya, already. If so answer one-on-one just let's not confuse Bude.”

Ranee looked back. He threw a faint smile. “Mamah and papah you again go to take care of work. They go in a hurry so ask Bude Rahma to take care of you until Bude and Pakde Rafa pick you up. So. Alvin understand?”

Alvin shakes. “Ngak. I know Bude lied, I also know something, but I don't know what.” Alvin turned his face, leaning his head against the car door while closing his eyes and folding his arms around his chest. “If Pakde and Bude meet Mamah, please tell me that I am with Zain all right. So you don't have to worry.”

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Nara Note :

See you next week~

Happy weekend, everything (s)

Btw, want to give info for you who are also readers of Mamay alias Ka Umay and Elara Sukoco, malem later this week.

• Saturday, 13 November 2021

• 19.30 WIB

They want a live broadcast on Instagram. So that malmingnya no plan or later tetiba rain and can not go out 🌚 please invaded. So-called.

Luv u, guys 🤗