Sense of Sense

Under the Mango Tree

“Mas, am I really pregnant?” safira asked, breaking the silence between the two of them since coming out of the obstetrician's room.

“Iya, Darling.”

Safira stopped the wheelchair by force. “But Harsha .. kok, can?”

Ashqar squeezed the handle of the wheelchair, sighing deeply while closing his eyes. Of the many possibilities he could think of for Sapphira's reaction, only one made him feel fear. That Sapphira may feel burdened with this unexpected pregnancy and may reject their future child.

Ashqar cleared his throat, took a deep breath and then said, “We look for a little wind, yuk?”

“Where?”

“Where to go?”

Safira buzzing. “Serah.”

Ashqar turned the steps, pushing Safira's wheelchair slowly down the hospital aisle, entering the elevator towards the ground floor. The destination was a small garden to the south of the hospital with benches made of wood. And once they get there, fortunately the atmosphere of the park is not so crowded.

While looking around, Ashqar continued to push Safira's wheelchair into one corner, a mango tree that was not too big.

“It's okay?” question, once they're under the tree.

Safira. “Originally no ductile fur aja.”

Ashqar circled the wheelchair and knelt before Sapphira. “Do you want to take it, Mah?” he asked, tucking the strands of hair behind Sapphira's ears.

Safira blinked, slightly surprised by Ashqar's sudden demeanor. His eyes glanced in all directions, making sure that no one noticed them. Then he looked at Ashqar Lamat. His mind was confused, so many things filled Safira's mind that the woman had difficulty expressing her taste.

“Many,” whispered while looking down to make her hair fall back. “Very much until I have trouble saying it to you, Mas.”

Ashqar's views changed. “What is it ... What about your pregnancy? Are you all right with this situation?”

Safira. “I don't know. I am happy, but happiness is like I can not fully feel,” said Safira Lirih as she straightened her face, staring at Ashqar's face.

Ashqar. He thought for a moment about the possibility of the thing that was the reason Safira felt so, of course it was not a difficult thing.

“You're still thinking about that rumor? Or the latest gossip today?”

Netra Safira. “Mas also see the news?”

“Iya. And if you are worried about the news ...,” Ashqar grabs Safira's hands and holds them. “I tell you again yes, my beautiful wife, the mother of my children who often overthinks, she said, if your husband is unlikely to have the desire of bolts betray you.”

Sapphira was stunned, her eyelids flashing a few times. “Mas, I get goosebumps, loh.” Sapphira rubbed his nape and both arms up to the wrist. “See! Ew! Ew! On stand, Mas.”

Ashqar is at a loss for words, speechless, seeing Safira's response. “Yang, I'm ashamed, by the way. Kok, the response is even that, sih.”

“Oh! So Mas ashamed of me?”

“Not what it means, Darling.” Ashqar forced for a wide smile. “I'm not ashamed of you, but the same words I myself.”

“Tuh, right! Means I'm ashamed of myself.”

“Iya. It was Mas himself who praised me, convinced me that Mas might not refer to the same Mbak Nita. Uh, but now Mas says shame 'already said so.”

Ashqar sighed then combed her hair, feeling anxious and a little irritated by Sapphira's response. Later, Ashqar extended a hand and pinched Sapphira's cheeks with anxiety.

“Basic, pregnant women. If you don't want us in a public place I've kissed you, Fi.”

“Inget place, Mas.” Sapphira threw Ashqar's hand from her face and turned her face away.

“At least, you are not as quiet as earlier.”

Ashqar's words made Sapphira turn back and look at her husband's face. The two exchanged glances, for a short while, both Ashqar and Sapphira fell silent.

Breezy wind swept their faces, with gray clouds and covered with moist air made the atmosphere around them feel intimate. Then Sapphira became the first to sing a thin smile and then a small laugh. It is certainly contagious to Ashqar. Both of them held back laughter so as not to be the center of attention.

“What do we do, Mas?” asked Safira, with a faint laugh.

“Neighborhood.”

The awkward and tense atmosphere between the two slowly dissipated in rhythm with their laughter continuing to flow. Then after a long laugh, Ashqar and Safira both took a deep breath and looked at each other again and threw a faint smile.

“I'm really random, huh?” ask Ashqar.

Safira. “Me too,” said, her expression softening. “I think about many things, feel many feelings that I myself find difficult to express. I ... worry about many things and one of them about this pregnancy.”

“I know you're not ready for this pregnancy, Fi. I also feel that this is too soon, Harsha is only five months old, but anyway she remains our flesh and blood. It would be a great sin if we refused his presence so.”

“Why are you worried so? I can't possibly refuse my own flesh and blood, Mas.” Safira stroked the side of Ashqar's face gently. “But ... I have something I want to ask.”

Ashqar was anxious, but he refused to guess. “What?”

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Nara Note :

Hi, people!

Long time no sua 🤧

Pursue because last Sunday could not make a promise. The alesannya, maybe who follow me on IG and see my story Wednesday/thursday must know, I have a total bed rest for a few days. So, insha'allah, I will make a promise this week.

Ok, I'll see you tomorrow