Sense of Sense

Conversations

Ashqar took a deep breath. He arranged word by word in his head, making sure that the series of sentences that would come out of his lips would not burden Sapphira. To be honest he also has a lot of things that his wife wants to ask and ascertain themselves directly.

“Pak Hendra, Darling. What's up?”

Whether intentional or not, but Sapphira tightened the grip of their hand.

“Honey, what's up?” reset Ashqar.

Sapphira shook her head subtly and embraced Ashqar's possessive arm. “Nothing, Mas. I ... curious aja.”

Then silence again enveloped the Baswara couple. Ashqar suddenly hesitated to throw out a sentence that had been arranged in such a way from inside his head. However, after quite a heated inner debate Ashqar finally decided to speak.

“Darling, may I ask you a few things?” ashqar said in the smoothest tone possible. He also tightened his arms around Sapphira's waist.

Ashqar could feel that his wife's body was slightly stiffened. But he has no intention of retreating. At least he should hear Sapphira's testimony.

“Bby, Mas.”

Ashqar breathed deeply. “Pak Hendra told me the same story, he said there were two unknown men who entered the house. One of them holds the hand of—”

“Not held, but gripped. This one,” cut off Safira, pointed at her arm then re-hugged Ashqar's arm.

“The guy's grip is strong? You sick?” tanyanya, who was given an answer in the form of a subtle nod.

Ashqar's jaw instantly hardens. Inevitably his brain imagined how Sapphira tried to escape from the unknown until Hendra finally came.

Ashqar closed his eyes and set his breath and said, “Honey, I'm sorry for what happened today. It's all because of my negligence. I went too long and left you alone at home.”

“Mas is not wrong. Today was not the first time I was truly home alone. Just something like this ..”

“Hush!” cut the fine Ashqar. “I promise I'll find them and make them pay for what they did to you, honey. I promise.”

Sapphira bowed in. “Mas, I ta-kut.”

Ashqar's hankers crumbled as he realized Sapphira's voice was restrained and his shoulders trembled. He slowly freed his arm from Sapphira's arms and grabbed his wife's shoulders. He carefully grabbed Safira's chin, forcing her to meet a look.

And as he had expected, Sapphira's face was already wet with tears. Although both of his wife's eyelids closed, but the clear fur continued to fall rapidly.

“Do not be afraid, Honey. Me here. I will not leave you alone again,” his pledge, pulling Safira's body into the arms.

Then the deliberately detained cry finally escaped as well. Isakan Sapphira sounded heartbreaking, stabbing Ashqar with helplessness that still haunts him.

There was nothing Ashqar could do but let Sapphira let go of the sadness and all the lingering feelings in his heart, as well as continue to hug his wife's tiny body. Until Safira finally cried, Ashqar offered water.

“Drink first keep breathing, yes.” Ashqar thrust out the glass he took from the bedside nightstand.

However, instead of immediately relieving her throat after crying, Safira just silently stared at the gamang hand of her husband.

Safira. “Mas, the two men are journalists. They are looking for news about Mas and Mbak Nita.” Safira raised her face and looked at Ashqar with a heart-breaking gaze. “They also said if you want .. refer.”

Ashqar could not hide his surprise. “Fi, you know that's not possible, ‘right? Never once did I think of making it back with him.”

Safira nodded and lowered her head again. It was obviously very disturbing the calmness of Ashqar. He could not let his wife think too far about her past.

“Safira, you have to trust me.”

“I don't know,” great-grandson Safira. “They work very closely with Mbak Nita. Maybe they know the news from people near Mbak Nita or even Mbak Nita himself.”

“Astaghfirullah, Fi.” Ashqar rubbed his face. “It's impossible. I'm in front of you, swearing that I'm the same Nita is impossible to refer to. I have no intention of that.”

“But it's on!” exciting Safira. His reddened face between the wrath and the blending cries lifted, his eyes staring intently at Ashqar. “When the rumor was aired on television for days, when Mas's name was mentioned and even a photo of Mas was present, Mas remained silent. Did I talk to Ms Nita?”

“For God's sake, Fi. You just don't know what I've been working on.”

“What Do You Do?” safira asked bellowedly, her voice choked by her cries. “If you really want to refer? Is that? Does Mas know? I tried to contact Ms. Nita and she said everything would be fine because the gossip was like it would disappear on its own. But what is the proof?”

“Honey, please calm down. Dengerin—”

Ashqar's words were cut off as Sapphira raised her hand right in front of Ashqar's face. “Enough, Mas. Now I don't want any explanation. His attitude towards the rumors made me explain enough. Even when I told you my concern about the gossip, I was ordinary.”

Ashqar closed his fleeting eyes while exhaling a rough breath. “Honey, you misunderstood.”

Sapphira shook her head, erasing the trail of tears with both of her hands then lying down. “I want to rest now. Download it aja.”

Ashqar's lips opened and closed several times. He was trying to deny Safira's accusations. But in the end, he chose to give up. Sapphira was likely pregnant and would be dangerous to his wife's health if she continued to put them in debate.

So rather forced Ashqar returned to bed after giving a kiss on the back of Safira's head which fortunately was not rejected outright. Safira quietly returned to crying.

Actually he did not intend to say all that just like that, he wanted to say it slowly like how they had been talking to each other and expressing their hearts to each other. However, Sapphira somehow felt something stuck in her heart, which she had been keeping, could not be held back anymore.

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