Sense of Sense

A Bound of Wild Flowers

Safira flinched, quickly her hand rubbing her face. He did not expect Zain's presence.

“Zain? Kok, Zain can be here” asked Sari who was equally surprised.

“Can dong, Uti. Zain here ‘kan, same car ride Papah.”

Safira's forehead is wrinkled. “Set up now Where is Papah? Mas Alvin is also coming?”

As he approached the bed, the five-year-old's shoulder lifted at a glance then reached out to Sari. “Papah sama Mas Alvin lamaaa. So Zain stayed, huh. ‘Kan, Zain can't wait to meet Mamah,” said Zain in an adorable way.

Safira and Sari exchanged looks. Then the two compactly shook their heads. This was not the first time Zain had escaped and slipped from adult supervision with him in a public place, but it still made Safira, Ashqar or another adult who was with the boy suddenly had a heart attack.

Sapphira reached out, touching the top of Zain's head. This second son is very difficult to tell and tends to be alone.

“Zain, you have often said ‘kan, if in public do not go alone? Especially not saying the same to anyone.”

Zain who was in Sari's lap suddenly frowned. Her tiny lips advanced by a few centimeters. “Zain don't go alone, Mah. Zain goes same Papah same Mas Alvin.”

“Telephone mother Ashqar first. Fearing he confused Zain's nyariin,” said Sari, lifting Zain's body and sitting him in a chair. Then he went outside the room.

Safira was confused by Sari's behavior, why did she have to go outside the room just to call Ashqar? However, not yet he guessed, Zain first made him distract.

“Zain wants to sit on Deket Mamah.”

Netra Safira fiddled to see Zain standing on a chair and put his tiny buttocks by the side of the bed.

“Zain brought something for Mamah,” he said then reached into the school bag and thrust a small bunch of wildflowers.

“Waah! Thanks a lot.” Safira shook her head while smiling. “But by the way, Zain can get to this room how?”

“Raise elevator.”

Safira's forehead is wrinkled. He knew very well if Zain was still awkward and could not use the elevator or escalator himself, his son would even close himself to him every time they used the two objects.

“Self?” safira asked, answered with a headband. “Whose to stay with?”

“Neighborhood.” Zain raises his shoulders. “Tadi pas Zain enter the elevator already there are om-om two people either mothers, keep asking Zain where to go. Zain said, if you want to see Mamah. My room is on the fourth floor. Continued usherin deh same omnya, omnya is very good, Mah. Yesterday nganter Zain until the front door.”

There was nothing Safira could do when she saw how her middle son was telling her excitedly plus a sweet smile on his tiny face. He didn't have the heart to scold Zain. However, that does not mean Sapphira will be silent after knowing, one more, Zain's spontaneous behavior.

“Alhamdulillah if the omnya is good. But, don't you think about it again, yeah?” safira said, one hand grabbed Zain's shoulder while the other rubbed the boy's head. While staring deeply at Zain's bead, Safira said softly, “If Zain suddenly leaves and doesn't tell anyone kayak gini, it makes mamah just as worried. If Zain meets a bad guy and Zain doesn't meet the same mama papah again, how?”

Zain shook his head quickly. “No!” whinek Zain, hugging Sapphira. “Zain want to same Mamah keep.”

Safira silently smiled. “That's why don't you repeat it again, huh? Okay?”

“Promise with Mamah?” safira asked, extending her little finger.

Zain slowly greeted Sapphira's little finger and linked with his own finger, after which the boy fell back into Sapphira's arms.

Zain's close embrace made Sapphira feel comfortable, a sense of warmth spread and entered the recesses of her heart. He had only been separated from Zain for one day, but his longing had suddenly arisen. Sapphira's eyes were hot and her head was again filled with many complicated thoughts.

However, one of the many is the heartfelt affection of Zain, his son. Who loved him unconditionally from the beginning. Sapphira forgot, of the many togetherness with Ashqar, Zain was the biggest reason they could be together.

The bond that he thought was just him and for the little boy, turned out to be strong and did not want Safira to destroy. Right, why is he so complicated? There were many reasons to maintain his relationship with Ashqar, but why did he only focus on his assumptions? Even though her husband was guilty of not being forthright, but it was nothing to make her lose faith in her own husband.

Realizing that made Safira smile. “Still yes, Zain has arrived at the right time.”

Zain pulled one corner of his lips and also knitted an eyebrow. “Sama-sama, Mah. But ...,” Zain broke free from Safira's embrace. “What's wrong, in the hospital? Is Mom sick? How come Zain doesn't know?”

“Ah, the ..”

Suddenly Safira was confused. He could not tell Zain the truth if he was the victim of an attack, his son would definitely not understand. And even if he explained in simple language, Zain would feel sad and afraid. Safira just doesn't want Zain to worry.

“Mamah just .. tired. Yes, tired.”

The wrinkle on Zain's forehead deepened. The boy straightened his back and watched Sapphira closely. “Which sicker bear?”

Sapphira's expression grew sour. “Yang mamah leg pain,’ said Safira touched his leg and rubbed it slowly. “It hurts so much, Zain,” he added hyperbolis.

Zain's bead is breaking. Reflexes he immediately rubbed Sapphira's feet and occasionally blew it. Seeing Zain's adorable reaction makes Safira anxious herself and intends to prank him. However, his plan had not been realized, the door of his room was open.

“Assalamu'alaikum.”

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For the same miss Zain, paid off huh? 🤭

Just tell you, this chapter is longer than usual 🌚🙈

Ok, see you on Friday 😘