Sense of Sense

Wearied

Later that night, an hour after the call, Ashqar lay in a small bed— beside Safira's bed, checking his phone. He exchanges messages with Rafa and Rahma, takes care of the work and checks the CCTV. Ashqar doesn't want to complain, but today was one of the toughest weekends of his life.

Ashqar beads that have been sayu increasingly hot because of the effects of cellphone radiation. However, he could not let go of the 6 inch sailing object in his hand just like that.

His cell phone screen featured live video from his porch and garage. The IP Camera CCTV that Ashqar placed in the corner of the terrace captured clearly many spots, unfortunately he could not see the footage in the clock where Safira was attacked unless he had to take the memory and view it from the laptop.

Ashqar was still looking at the screen of his phone even though nothing was suspicious, no one even went through the gate at all. But he was still wary and chose to be wary of the possibility that the two strangers would return home.

Ashqar himself still does not know the identity of the two criminals, the call he thinks appropriate, and what purpose they came home to dare to hurt his wife.

Then one small sigh from Sapphira damaged the entire Ashqar attention. With a little haste he put a cell phone on the bed and then approached his wife's bed.

“There is a pain, Which?” ask Ashqar in haste.

Sapphira's eyelids slowly opened along with an increasingly clear bellow. And as soon as the brownish netra opened, Ashqar swiftly walked towards the water dispenser. Sapphira tried to adjust her vision and straighten her body to sit leaning.

“Mas, what time is it?”

“Jam 20.15.” Ashqar thrusts a glass of water in front of Sapphira. “Drink first, The.”

Sapphira buzzed, received the glass and let Ashqar's hands tidy up her messy strands of hair while she laid down a quarter of the glass. Secretly she glanced at her husband's face, handsome still being a permanent resident side by side with a warm twinkle of his expression that made Safira's heart feel the same way. However, he could recognize the tired graveyard was there as well.

Sapphira reached out, stroking Ashqar's cheek. “Mas tired, yes?”

Ashqar flinched, slightly distancing his face. Then he smiled a thin smile while taking over the glass from Sapphira's hand. “Slightly. What are you about? Do you feel better? Dizziness no?”

Sapphira gave a lip hearing the series of questions her husband asked. “I'm fine. Mas, kids?”

“Kids with Father and Mother. I asked Rafa to pick them up at Rahma's house. You don't have to worry, yes.”

Safira scowled and then fell silent. His eyes were dim and a little glazed.

“Darling, don't be sad like this. We can see them again as soon as possible.”

At this time his wife is two-bodied and believes in disbelief, whether hormonal or other influences, Safira's attitude like this often occurs during pregnancy Harsha first. So the only thing Ashqar could do was to obey his wife's wishes. Then as soon as Ashqar secured himself, Sapphira immediately rested her head on his shoulders.

“What's up?” ashqar asked softly, grabbing Safira's right hand and grasping it.

“Kangen kids,” answers are down.

Then the mood suddenly quiet. Ashqar was not good at calming Safira at a time like this, he was afraid that his words would cause other effects than expected.

“Mas, why am I being treated all? I'm fine, can't we go home now?”

“Sorry, Dear. But can't,” he replied, then kissed Safira's head. “Doctor needs to check you further tomorrow, if the results are good later I ask to be allowed to go home.”

Ashqar doesn't lie. Doctor—and him, want Safira checked further. Regarding the possibility of pregnancy and also whether there are other injuries that require special care.

“Mas.”

“Yes, Honey? What's up?”

“Who brought me to the hospital?”

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