Sense of Sense

Convulsions

Sari did not say anything, all she did was wipe Safira's wet face with tissue paper and after Safira calmed down, she gave her a glass of water.

“Mom don't know what to comment, or how to answer your question,” she said, rubbing Safira's head.

Sapphira clasped the glass in her hand. A few sips of water apparently helped him calm down a bit.

“But .. can I ask you something?”

Safira glanced at Sari from the corner of the eye. The mother sat on the side of the bed while still stroking her head. And for the first time Safira saw another side of Sari that was different from all this time she knew.

“Iya, Mom. Ask what?”

Sari looks doubtful. He pulled his hand and looked at Sapphira right at the female bead. “Your household with Ashqar is fine, ‘kan?” However, not yet Safira replied, Sari hastily added, “Mommy knows you do not have the right to interfere in your household affairs, so if you do not want to answer yes it is okay.”

Safira. He raised his face, staring at the ceiling of the nursery. The shadow of Ashqar's face complete with a sweet smile on his face was imprinted there, and it made Sapphira feel uncertain. Suddenly he felt a longing. However, there is a pain that also accompanies it.

“We are fine, Bu.”

Hearing that short sentence made Sari feel relieved. “Then there's nothing you need to worry about. Just trust each other, then you guys can definitely pass this test.”

Safira turned his head, doubt clearly drawn on his face. He was wondering, would it not matter if he told Sari about his household matter?

During this time his only confiding friend was Ranee and since the woman was officially his sister-in-law, Safira rarely met and chatted. His best friend is busy with work and becomes the object of Rafa's possessive monopoly.

Safira looked at Sari lamat. “How do I want to believe that some things are deliberately hidden from me. And now, I should know in this way.”

Sari smiled. He memorized quite a bit of Sapphira's temperament, stubborn and self-absorbed. “Many relationships are destroyed by misunderstanding and do not let you rush to conclude something. You better talk about this with Ashqar, I'm sure you can definitely solve this problem.”

“I don't know, Ma.”

Safira lowered her head. Never before had he felt this pessimistic. He could have asked Ashqar to talk and solve this problem, but why should he do it?

“I feel like I'm the only one who cares about the gossip, while Mas Ashqar ...” Safira could not continue his words. A sudden tightness pushes him down his throat and if he says one word, it may sound like a joke.

“I don't know how.” Safira took a deep breath. “Pacify yourself and keep your trust in this situation. I don't even know how I feel right now, Mum.”

Safira raises her face, meeting Sari's look that looks calm.

“Are you going to calm down if Ashqar has already said or done something about this?” ask Sari, and get a nod from Sapphira. “Then ask, talk. Only then do you get peace and a feeling of security. And you should know, Fi. The way men think is usually simpler in dealing with problems, sometimes there are some things that have been thought and anticipated before we know it. Men tend to use logic thinking, while women are the opposite.”

“I know, Mom. But that doesn't mean everything has to be covered up from me, his wife. Shouldn't every couple be complementary and open?”

“It should. But some things, even in a relationship, there are times when each husband and wife make decisions and act alone without telling their partner. That must have been a reason. Therefore communication is important, even in difficult circumstances if you and Ashqar talk with an open mind I believe the solution is always there.”

“What ... is also what Mom and Dad do? Before referring?”

Sari bekedip, not expecting Safira's question. “In case of that problem, the real mother forced. I insist on persuading your father, reassuring him that you can change.” Sari stroking Safira mane at a glance. “You also know ‘kan, if the father is stubborn? So after the effort that has always been rejected raw, you finally want to give an opportunity to talk. At first it's just that, but from that talk you can have many opportunities and so see the side of the father that you have not realized.”

“As?”

“The father who secretly watches the movements of the mother through his men. I know you did it just to make sure that you wouldn't do anything bad to you, but later after referring new mothers know that you do that also to make sure mom and Raka are okay aja.” Sari pulled away from the side of the bed and returned to the chair. “Every household has its own test and those who live it must be ready to face it. Problems, quarrels, disagreements and so forth are household spices. And it is true openness is one of the keys to a lasting relationship, but other than that there is tolerance and communication.”

Just now Safira opened her mouth to chimed in Sari's words, suddenly the door opened violently followed by a loud voice calling out to her.

“Mood!” zain exclaimed, stepping inside at a rapid pace. “Mah why is it here?”

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