Sense of Sense

Noisier

Ashqar's two hands clutched together, his knuckles squeezing each other, channeling emotions from his chest while his mouth did not stop making vows. All of that is a picture of Ashqar half an hour ago watching CCTV footage.

And now the man is calming down. Although in fact releasing the picture when Sapphira was wounded from his mind is very difficult. His heart is filled with anger and perhaps resentment, as the old saying goes; eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth.

However, Ashqar himself knew that any decision made when angry would not result in anything good, it might be regretted in the future.

Ashqar's breath sounded loud, filling every corner of the quiet house. Monday afternoon where he usually struggled with sales figures and livestock capital, while occasionally sipping homemade milk coffee and a plate of fried gatot¹ delivered by one of his workers, while sipping coffee milk, today it is filled with many other jobs that drain energy.

Ashqar was pensive, his body lying on the sofa wriggling in search of a comfortable position. Then he remembered Sapphira's apology which was sweet and bitter.

His wife's waking face was the most ordinary and reassuring thing for Ashqar since their marriage. And somehow it turned into something bitter this morning for the first time.

“I'm sorry for last night yelling at Mas.”

Sapphira's voice sounded like a baby cat, hoarse and weak. Ashqar recalled how he hurriedly changed the course of his steps and headed for his wife's bed and put aside the call of nature.

“Nothing, Honey. I'm sorry too.” Ashqar caressed Safira's face gently. “For my selfishness, insensitivity and other shortcomings as your husband. But I want you to know one thing, dear.”

“What is it, Mas?”

“I don't care about that rumor. I spoke to Nita and asked her to resolve the issue with her management. But it turns out the gossip is getting fried, somehow who and how.”

“When did you talk to Mbak Nita?”

In the end, the secret that Ashqar kept was revealed directly from his own mouth. “At Rafa's wedding. At that time I accidentally met Nita and we talked about this rumor. I asked him to finish the rumor, but ...”

“But Mbak Nita didn't say anything about this. Mbak Nita actually avoids every time I call or chat.”

“That's because I asked. I don't want you to be affected. Unfortunately what I anticipated did not go as I wanted.”

Ashqar thought after all his explanations Safira would be angry, but his wife gave him a warm embrace. Rubbing her back, Safira says how grateful she is to have him as a husband. What a thing that Ashqar did not expect, because he thought he was the one who actually felt that way.

In the midst of his daydream, Ashqar is struck by the ringing of a cell phone on the table, the ringtone of an incoming call. Ashqar tilted his body, reached out and grabbed his cell phone. However, not yet had his hand touched the phone, the call had already stopped.

While complaining, Ashqar unlocks the fingerprint and a notification is seen on the phone screen.

Raffia

Missed voice call

Ashqar clucked, his hand outstretched about to return the phone to the table, but another call from the same number came back in.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” said Ashqar with a significant tone of satire. “At home, check CCTV footage. What's up?”

Rafa cleared his throat twice. “Wa'alaikummussalam. Come meet. We have to make a plan to solve this problem.”

Ashqar's breathing sounded heavy. While staring at the ceiling of the house, he said, “No can. I have to go to the hospital.”

“Mother just went to the hospital for Nemenin Safira. So you do not need many more reasons for procrastinating on this,” said Rafa cynically.

Imaginary elbows appear on the plipis of Ashqar. “I don't care about your accusations,” said Ashqar from between his gritted teeth. “We talk later after I pick up the kids at school and after from the hospital.”

“It's a good thing you're there, otherwise I've beaten you up. Nyalain TV now.”

Ashqar's forehead is wrinkled. “Hah? Whynot? No, males.”

“Damn it! Now Ashqar!” exciting Rafa.

“No need to swear, stupid!” Ashqar shouted back and held up the body. Despite ogah-ogahan, Ashqar still obeyed Rafa's wishes. “Udah. What else?”

“Channel number four, find gossip news.”

“Jeez, Rafa. Not clear bang—”

Ashqar's remarks were not completed when a photograph from a distance that showed him from the side with Nita was on the television screen.

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Nara Note :

¹Gatot : Traditional Solo food made from yam (source: Google)

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